His Absolute Betrayal - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#2) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) (2 page)

I didn't actually know who we were hiding from or if we even needed to hide.  Lucent didn't, either.  We'd talked about it briefly the night before, about coincidence, or not, and I knew we were better off acting safe than doing anything we regretted, but I didn't know much beyond that.  I didn't know who would sneak into Asher and Jessika's mansion in order to steal information, or who would even know about the information.  I didn't know what the information was yet, either.  It was Lucent, his secret deals, and what he told me didn't sound so bad, but...

What if there was more?  I wanted to know the answer to that.  I wanted to know more, but a part of me didn't, too.  A part of me was scared that I'd learn something I didn't want to know.

My mind wandered, returning to something I'd written the day before.  It was our story, Lucent's and mine, and I thought it was important.  It happened when we were trapped in the library during a blizzard so many months ago, but now that we were here again, it seemed like maybe it was just yesterday.

"I think I know what question I want to ask you," I said.

Lucent lifted one brow while chewing a bite of his sandwich.  When he finished, he said, "Do you now?"

"Yes."  I nodded once.

"Go ahead."

Was this a good idea?  No, probably not.  I thought it would provide a laugh between us, though.  Or something.  Clearing the air?  Bringing us together?  Yes, that was it.

"Is it true?" I asked.  "The, um..."  I picked at the wrap of my breakfast burrito, suddenly nervous.  Did I really want to ask him this?  He seemed so regular sometimes, a tinge of fun slipping through his austere demeanor, and yet...

"Is what true?" Lucent asked, curious.

"What they write in the papers?"  Vague, Elise, I told myself.  They wrote a lot about people like Lucent in the papers.

"What papers are you referring to?" he asked.  "Do you want me to verify any particular incident, or just generally speaking?"

"The..."  I swallowed hard.  He didn't look upset right now, and I hoped he wouldn't look upset later.  He'd laugh, right?  I wanted to laugh right now.  Or cry.  One of those.  "Oh, it's silly," I said, failing at a lighthearted giggle.  "You know, the tabloids?  There's rumors going around that you're into all of that domination and things.  Though you don't have a girlfriend, do you?  I suppose you wouldn't need one if you had some, uh... girl as a toy?  I don't know the terminology for it.  That's a silly question, isn't it?"

"You're speaking of BDSM?" Lucent asked.  "For clarification purposes."

I jumped, startling myself out of my daydreams.  There was a hand between my legs and beneath my skirt, and it certainly wasn't my own.  I clenched my legs shut, but I wasn't sure I wanted to.  This hand sure knew what it was doing.

Lucent laughed.  "Are you there, Miss Tanner?"

"Um... yes?"

"You looked lost for a moment."

"I..."  What was the last thing I said?  I tried to think, but I couldn't remember, and Lucent's insistent hand kept attempting to pry my legs apart to ruin my thoughts even further.  "I don't know."

"As I recall," he stated, "you said you wanted me, and you didn't think you could have me.  This isn't the time or the place.  Is that correct?"

"Oh," I said.  Yes, I had said that, hadn't I?  "Well, I don't think it is.  I mean, yes, I said that, but I still don't think this is the time or the place."

"I answered you, but I think you were distracted.  May I ask what you were thinking about?"

"What did you say?" I asked, leading the conversation away from a more dangerous turn.  "What was your answer?"

"I said," he said, shifting closer to me and whispering into my ear.  "You may have me."

"Lucent, I..."

I did.  I wanted him.  I didn't want to worry about this or that.  I didn't want to ask questions, or remember answers.  Maybe none of them mattered.  Maybe this wasn't about that.  Questions were just questions, and answers were just answers, but neither one was good or bad.  Sometimes I think we thought they could help us, but sometimes I didn't know if they actually ever did.  If I asked someone about gravity and why we all didn't just go spiraling off into space, did it actually matter what the answer was?  I didn't need to know it in order to know that whatever I did, I would remain grounded here on Earth.

I didn't want to be clueless or ignorant, but I didn't always need to know why was.  I just needed to be able to believe that everything would stay the same, no matter what.  I wouldn't go spiraling into outer space, because I'd never seen it happen to anyone or anything, and I had no reason to believe it ever would.

I didn't need to know why Lucent might have done some less-than-legal things, I just needed to believe that, no matter what, he was a good person and wouldn't hurt me or anyone else.  That's what I wanted to believe, at least.

Lucent pried my legs apart and caressed the palm of his hand up and down my thigh.  His nose touched mine and he watched me making my decision.  I didn't know what I was going to decide, or what I should decide, but I didn't need to know, either.  I kissed him.

His fingers wrapped around my thigh, squeezing.  Urgent, he pulled me closer to him.  I grabbed him, too.  I pushed his hand away and flung myself atop him, straddling him.  We kissed hard with imperative, insistent lust.  Lucent tried to pull me closer, to kiss me harder, to clutch me to his chest while his hands held me by my hips, but I pulled away, refusing him.  We fought like that, some war of lust and need and love, but eventually I won.

I struggled, fingers slipping on his pants.  I grabbed and groped, finally managing to seize his zipper and pull it down.  Then I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them open and reached inside.  His underwear obstructed my goal, but I didn't let it stop me.  He bucked his hips upwards, impassioned instinct.  I rode him, kissed him, loved him.

I pulled his cock from his pants, then stroked him hard.  This wasn't a soft or sensuous bit of foreplay, but something more firm and demanding.  His thick erection throbbed in my hands, flexing at my touch.  I stroked him harder, up and down, fast, greedy for him and what he could give me.

"Fucking hell," Lucent said, growling into my lips.  He kissed me roughly and bit down hard on my bottom lip.

I cried out in pain, but I refused to let go of his cock.  Harder, longer, more.  His precum slid along the head of his cock, spreading further with each of my swift strokes.  It gathered along my palm and the undersides of my fingers, giving me more slickness so I could better work his cock.  My lip throbbed between his teeth, pulsing and racing, matching the thumps of my adrenaline-rushed heart.  His cock throbbed and pulsed and raced in my hands, too.  Did that match his heartbeat, as well?  I wanted it to.  I wanted that kind of closeness between us.

I felt like we knew each other perfectly at that moment.  I could feel him, his sex and arousal and soul in my hands, and he could feel me, my love and need and desire in my lip.  This was us, our bodies, our souls.

He let loose my lip to kiss me again, but I pushed him away.  Quickly, I slid down his body.  Without pausing, still stroking him, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.  My tongue swirled around his cockhead, tasting the deliriously wonderful flavor of his cock and his precum.  I loved it.  Maybe I shouldn't feel this way, maybe it was a little wanton, but I loved it still.  It wasn't even a describable taste, but an absolute sensation.  Warmth and heat, the feeling of pounding, of pulsing veins, of smooth virility twitching beneath my tongue.

Lucent's erection was his own, but
I
made him that way.  He might want to control me, he might love his BDSM and domination things, but I was the one who made him hard, I was the one who controlled that.  I moved lower, taking him deep into my mouth, then back again.  Lucent grabbed the back of my head, forcing me downwards once more.  I went, taking more and more, until I couldn't.  I tried, I swallowed, I felt his length pressing at the back of my throat, wanting to have more of me, but I had no more to give.

I pushed back, and Lucent held me for a second more longer letting me free.  I bobbed up and down, sucking at his cock, hungry for it, and then I stopped.  My lips no longer wrapped around his beautiful shaft, but my fingers stayed in place.

Fast.  I stroked him fast and quick.  I wasn't going to prolong this.  I didn't want to.  I wanted to see him, to see it.  I wanted to make him cum, to know that it was me who did it, me who made him do it.

This seemed to surprise him.  He kissed me hard, tasting himself on my lips, but I didn't let that distract me.  I stroked harder, faster, more.  My arm grew tired, but I wouldn't stop.  Lucent's eyes widened, confused and perhaps slightly concerned?  I grinned.  Yes, this was what I wanted.

I felt him before I saw him.  His cock flexed and hardened in my hand, twitching with the beginning of his orgasm.  His cockhead flared.  Lucent's lips parted in abject surprise.

Lucent knew me, of that I had no doubts.  He knew everything about me, he followed me, he watched me.  He knew mundane, partially useless things like my credit score and where I kept the spare key to my car.  He knew important things, too, though.  He wanted to know everything.

I didn't know everything about Lucent, and I knew that.  I didn't know his credit score, or if he even had a spare key to his car.  That didn't mean I didn't know important things about him, though.

Perhaps this was strange, because I didn't think myself incredibly knowledgeable about sex.  I hadn't had a lot of it before meeting Lucent, and I hadn't had much good sex from what I did have, either.  I had no idea what any other person in the entire world cared about in regards to sex.  If someone asked me how to pleasure a random stranger on the street, I wouldn't have the first clue where to begin.

I knew everything about sex with Lucent, though.  I knew what he liked.  I could have described in intricate detail exactly how to make Lucent cum.  I knew the most sensitive parts of his cock, and how he liked them touched.  I knew where to lick, or where to stroke, and how to do it.  I knew what to squeeze and when, and with what.  My hand was different compared to when he was inside of me.  When he was in me, I could focus on other things, though.  I could kiss, I could touch, I could pull him into me while I wrapped my legs around his waist and raked my nails across his back.  He liked my hands on the side of his head when he thrust deep into me, with my thumbs gently curled behind his ears.

I knew all of this.  Maybe I could write an entire book about it.  I didn't know if anyone would want to buy a book like that, and I wasn't sure I'd want to sell someone a book about how to pleasure Lucent in bed, but these were things I knew about him.

And right now I used them all to great effect.

His orgasm overcame him and his cock let loose his seed.  A white stream of cum burst from the tiny slit at the end of his cockhead.  I watched it, enthralled.  Everything seemed slower now, but only for a fraction of a second.  The jet of his cum went straight up, then back down, landing on the side of my hand and the crotch of his pants.  I kept stroking him, feeling his orgasm straining against my grip.  He came more, again and again, though less and less with each passing moment.

I wanted all of it, though.  It was mine.

Once he finished, I stopped and grinned at him, self-satisfied.  He managed to regain some composure after the sudden onset of his climax, but that didn't take away from my own achievement.

"That was fun," I said, barely managing to keep myself from giggling, giddy.

"Mhm," Lucent said.  "It was.  You may be through with me, but I'm nowhere near done with you, Miss Tanner."

Um... what?  No, he was, I made him cum, and at the very least I knew that he should need a little time between, uh... things...

Except, maybe not.  Apparently, definitely not.

Lucent wrenched the skirt of my dress up, pulling it towards my waist.  Caught off guard, honestly never having expected this, I sat there, dumbfounded.  Lucent pulled me forward by my panties.  I went, but not before I heard a faint rip.  I went faster after that, not wanting to lose my underwear because of the callous disregard his fingers had for them.

I thought he was done.  I had finished him myself.  I saw him cum, I felt his cock growing harder and tighter, then less hard as his orgasm faded away.  Apparently none of that mattered, because he was still plenty hard enough for a lot of things.

He lifted me up, stretching my panties, then he pulled them to the side and sat me back down.  On his cock.  He entered me in one go and I slid down his shaft as easily as that.  Well, yes, I was aroused, but, um...

No more time for thought.  I didn't get to think of anything else.  Lucent grabbed my hips and slammed me onto his cock, sheathing himself inside of me in one demanding thrust.  I opened my mouth to gasp, but no sound came out.

"That was cute," he growled, pulling out of me and then driving his cock back in.  We shifted on the bean bag chair until Lucent lay more on his back, with me hovering above him.  With each flex and push and pump of his thighs, he pounded into me.  I was on him, above him, riding him, but he had all the control.

"Lucent... I..."  I tried to talk, but the force of his thrusts made it difficult.  It was all I could do just to think and stay steady.

"Definitely cute, Miss Tanner," he said.  "I applaud your efforts.  You certainly know exactly what you're doing, and your skills are exceptional."

"Lucent, I... I didn't, I..."

He thrust hard into me and held himself there.  His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard.  When I swallowed, I felt his teeth pressing lightly into my throat.

"What?" he asked, moving his head away to look me in the eyes.  "You didn't
what?
"

We were at a standstill for the time being.  Lucent had his cock lodged deep inside of me.  I didn't know what I was thinking before, but he was definitely erect and aroused and ready to go another time.  This was a good thing?  Or... not?