Eager to Love (5 page)

“On me,” I said, breathlessly. “All over
me.”

No one had ever come on me before. And I
didn’t know why I wanted it now, but it seemed like the most erotic
thing in the world. I knew when I said those words, I’d brought him
to the very edge, and there was no holding it back any longer for
him.

My body, shivering and glistening with the
sweat of good sex lay beneath him like a fertile plain as he
straddled me, and then he came, grunting with the explosive force
of a bear.

Long, ropey jets burst from his cock and
landed across me like warm lace, draping over the curves of my
breasts, the arch of my ribs, the divot of my navel.

And I rubbed his essence into my skin like
lotion.

“How is it,” Giacomo asked, pushing his hair
back and lying down next to me, “that you always seem to know
exactly what I want?”

“We’re just in sync,” I told him. I was just
as breathless as him.

“Have you ever done that before?” he
asked.

“Have someone come on me? No.”

“No,” he said. “Pleasure yourself in front of
a man.”

I shook my head.

“What did you think of it?” he asked.

“Strange, at first,” I confessed. “But
exciting.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like watching me do it too?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled lightly. “We are a good union,
you and I.”

It was true. Sexually, I’d never had a lover
equal to Giacomo. I also knew that I was mostly a toy to him.
Mostly. It wasn’t as if he might as well be masturbating without
me. And when he looked at me—especially during—I saw something in
his eyes close to admiration.

I thought about this for a bit as my
heartbeat evened.

Perhaps I’d read this relationship all wrong.
Perhaps Giacomo didn’t see me as a toy at all. Maybe he was a kind
of sexual mentor. I did know that I felt a burn of new confidence
from having masturbated in front of him. Had he led me to some
better version of myself? Was this teacher-student dynamic still
intact?

“Pleasure yourself,” I heard myself
mutter.

“What’s that?” Giacomo asked.

“Nothing,” I said, realizing I hadn’t meant
to speak aloud.

The innocuous—if erotic—phrase had led me to
make a strange connection.

Kill yourself.

Burn yourself.

Kill yourself.

Burn yourself.

Stay away from the Union.

Lynn’s story continues in Eager to Lust:
Volume III of the Complicity Cycle

Sadie K. Romero
lives in the southern
United States. She attended Louisiana State University where she
majored in Theater, which her mother insisted was like majoring in
unemployment. When her mother turned out to be right—as mothers
often are—Sadie began writing freelance to pay the bills. She wound
up being rather better at this than acting, and at the
encouragement of her friends, she’s recently begun writing romantic
fiction.

Although Sadie draws from some of her own
experiences, names and places have been changed to protect the
less-than-innocent.

a note from Sadie

Dear reader,

Thank you so much for tasting the
storytelling of a new author! This is all strange, new territory
for me, but I’ve planned nine volumes for this series, and I’m
determined to continue writing it regardless of its financial
viability. Call it a labor of love. I’ve got lots of exciting (and
sexy) twists and turns planned, so if you like what you’ve read so
far, I hope you’ll follow me along for the rest of Lynn’s journey!
There are many mysteries waiting to be uncovered…

If you want to contact me or let me know
what you thought, please feel free to shoot me an email at
[email protected]
.
I haven’t left an email un-replied-to yet!

Thanks again!

Yours truly,

Sadie K.