Rhapsody (The Teplo Trilogy #2) (14 page)

When his eyes opened, meeting hers, his pupils were so dilated with desire even his irises appeared almost black. "I need you," he said, his voice hoarse as he stared up at her from his spot between her legs. "Now. I need…." He shook his head, as if it a complete loss of words.

She didn't have to hear the words though. She understood. He needed to have some part of him inside of her as much as she wanted it. It would be another revelation; him worshiping her, letting her feel exactly how much he'd meant those words.

"Show me," she said, her voice shaking.

Her hands slid across the seamless surface of the window with a creak as heat flared in his eyes. His hand shot out to wrap around her calf, lifting her bad leg up and draping it over his shoulder. She shifted her position to hold herself upright as he leaned in, her calf and then her inner thigh sliding over the muscle of his shoulder as he drew closer. His eyes latched onto that secret place between her legs, the one he'd claimed over and over with his fingers, tongue, and cock.

"You've got the prettiest little pussy," he whispered, his eyes flickering up to meet hers.

She groaned and pressed her hands tighter to the glass as those words alone sent her breath spiraling into quick, sharp pants. His gaze never broke from hers as he leaned forward and licked her—one long, solid sweep of his tongue—from bottom to top.

"Oh!" Muscles in her stomach clenched hard when an animalistic growl tore from his lips.

He didn't tease her anymore, instead wrapping one arm around her thigh to hold her up and parting her folds with the fingers of his other hand. Before she could gasp for breath, his tongue was buried inside of her, sweeping frantically back and forth as he licked and sucked, lapping up her juices like a cat at cream.

Her hands slipped and slid wildly on the glass, her head thrown back against the window as she cried out. What he did to her then wasn't slow or gentle. It was frantic, consuming, him gorging himself on her as if he couldn't get enough, couldn't taste enough, drink enough, or feel enough.

His scruffy jaw scratched at her thighs and at the sensitive swells of her center, sending jolts through her that were equally as strong as those his tongue sent rushing through her. He growled, groaned, and hummed into her flesh as he pressed deeper, his tongue thrusting into her pussy and back out, darting quickly, then slowly, then quickly again.

She felt it everywhere as shocks of pleasure melted her from the inside out. He didn't send her climbing the cliff toward release; he sent her racing up it, chasing her with his lips, his tongue, his nose, and chin.

"Tristan!" she cried out as she came, an orgasm sweeping through her like a prism of light exploding into a million shards. When her leg collapsed beneath her, he eased her down to the floor, his face still buried between her legs.

"Please, Tristan! Oh God, please," she begged as she came down, crying out at how sensitive she was. What she'd felt before was nothing compared to what tore through her as her orgasm went on and on, ripping away every defense and leaving her bare to him.

Each stroke of his tongue pulled a sob from her throat; each scratch of his jaw sent her head thrashing against the thick carpeting of the floor. He groaned into her folds and kissed her, a hot open-mouthed kiss to her clit that sent her screaming into release. All the dirty, amazing little things he'd done to her over the last weeks, and that single kiss was more erotic, more intimate than any of it. It was lips and tongue, wet and greedy. She'd
never
been kissed like that.

"Fuck, fuck," she groaned, bucking as she rode out the waves. Her fingers clutched at the thick fibers of the carpeting, trying to tether her to earth as another burst of pleasure erupted through her.

He eased back, spreading her wide open on the floor as he rose up to his knees above her, his face dripping with her juices and his eyes blazing with primal, male satisfaction. He reached out and grabbed her panties, lifting them to wipe his mouth.

She moaned low in her throat, something about the sight of him using her panties like that, to wipe away the remnants of what he'd just done to her, sending another shard of lust slamming through her. She wriggled on the carpet, unable to keep still as he dropped them and stared down at her.

"I love you."

Her eyes fell closed as those words burst like sunrays in her heart.

"I love you, but I can't be gentle with you right now."

"Then don't be," she answered, writhing at the thought of him taking her hard. She heard him shift, heard fabric rustle, and felt him kneel between her spread legs. She opened her eyes to find him hovering over her, staring at her as if trying to memorize the way she looked beneath him. His expression was a lesson in contradiction. Taut, barely contained need and reverent devotion were both stamped across every line of his face.

She reached up, placed her hand on his jaw, and smiled. "Fuck me like I need you to, Tristan."

He groaned, turning his head to press his lips to her palm. "Don't let me hurt you."

That soft plea melted her. He was dying to let loose, to fuck her as she demanded, and so worried that he would hurt her. She wanted to tell him not to be silly, that he'd fucked her senseless on more than one occasion and never once hurt her, but the look in his eyes, as if he feared hurting her more than anything, kept her from it.

She nodded instead. "I won't."

Grasping her bad leg, he wrapped it around his waist. He leaned down and captured her mouth in another searing kiss. She gasped as his tongue swept inside, lapping at hers as if he were still starved for her. She could taste herself on his lips, and loved it more than she probably should.

He kissed her until she was breathless and panting, writhing against the carpet and trying to find friction. When black spots swam before her eyes, he broke away with a gasp, took his cock in his hand, and pushed his way inside.

He surged forward, his hard length disappearing inch by inch as he gritted his teeth and panted for breath. His expression was so beautiful to her. With his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his cheeks flushed, the intense look of pleasure and pain took her breath away.

"Christ," he groaned when he was buried fully inside of her. His fingers curled around her thigh, digging in but not hurting. She cried out as he pivoted his hips and pulled back, sliding out as slowly as he'd sheathed himself inside of her. He reached for her hand, curling their fingers together above her head as he stopped moving, his head tossed back.

"Fuck me, Tristan. Please."

She clung to his hand, squeezing hard as he growled wordlessly and unleashed all of that desperation and emotion. His hips pulled back until the head of his cock was the only thing touching her. And then his hips slammed into hers hard, pulling a keening cry from her.

He didn't stop. She didn't think he
could
stop. He simply reared back and thrust again, sending her inching up the carpet with each powerful strike of his hips to hers. Each one sheathed him inside of her, filling her so full of him it stole her breath.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned as another powerful thrust of his hips sent her scooting across the carpeting again. It burned at her back, but didn't hurt. Nothing ever hurt when he was inside of her, fucking her. All she felt was him. His cock buried inside of her, his hand clutched around hers, his chest brushing at hers with every fierce strike of flesh on flesh.

Her free hand clawed at his back, trying to pull him closer, to get him deeper.

He understood what she sought with every little plea. Leaning back onto his knees, he pulled her good leg up over his shoulder before lunging forward, their connection deepened by the change in position. She cried out his name as he pounded inside of her, his fingers like vises around hers, his skin slapping against hers.

"Christ, you feel so good," he grunted. "I love being inside of you."

"Oh," she whimpered, bucking her hips in pleasure.

"You have the sweetest pussy…so fucking tight…Christ, baby." His head lolled back on his shoulders as he thrust over and over, driving his cock into her and then retreating to start that electric, consuming glide all over. Again and again, he slammed himself into her, fucking her hard, fast. He took her roughly, holding nothing back, and it felt so right.

Heat coiled hard in her belly as he released her hand and grasped her hips, lifting her into each powerful drive. She tried to tell him that she was going to come, but couldn't get the words out as that shift in position caused his cock to rub that one spot that always sent her flying out of her mind. With a short cry, her muscles clamped tight, orgasm rocking through her hard and fast.

"Yes," he hissed, his hand curling harder around her hips. He surged forward and retreated so fast, she cried out endlessly as the head of his cock rocked insistently against her walls.

She couldn't catch her breath, one pleasured cry giving way to another and then another.

He pulled out of her suddenly and flipped her onto her stomach before following her down. His body lined with hers, his chest pressing into her back, his cock nudging at her ass. One knee slipped between her legs, urging them apart. She complied willingly…and cried out once more when he lifted her hips and drove his cock into her, never once putting weight on her bad leg.

The carpet scraped at her breasts, his teeth bit at her neck, his fist tangled in her hair, tugging her head back to grant him access to the pale column of her throat. She moaned and grinded, loving the way his weight pressed into her, cradling her, covering her, as he fucked her, kissed her, and panted in her ear.

His teeth sank into the skin of her throat, biting down before he pulled the skin into his mouth to ease the sting. She cried out, a wave of desire swarming her as he sucked hard, marking her. She thrashed beneath him, bucking, arching, frenzied at the realization that when she walked into that club tomorrow, she'd do it with his marks on her body.

"Tristan!"

Her nails dug into the carpet as another orgasm rushed up on her, causing her to clench down around him so hard, he cried out too, the sound muffled at her throat. His hand tightened in her hair until it bordered on painful pleasure. She pressed her hips back as far as she could, grinding her ass into him, demanding that he come with her, come for her. Now.

"Fuck, Lillian, fuck!" he snarled as his cock jerked inside of her and he began to come, planting himself deep inside of her and holding on. "I love you," he groaned. "So much, beautiful."

Those words spilling from his lips as he came was all it took to send her careening over the edge. She screamed soundlessly as she released around him, coming on his cock like he loved. She came hard, her vision going black, sound fading. Long moments of shattering completion rolled through her in waves of bliss.

When it was over, she drooped beneath him, breathing hard.

He followed her down, rolling to the side and collapsing on his back beside her. His head turned in her direction, his breath coming in rasping pants. His hands swept down her body, his eyes wide when they settled on her. "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, unable to summon the energy to say a word. Every part of her still hummed. She tried to smile at him, but she couldn't get her muscles to cooperate. She felt boneless, a melted lump of satiation.

He rolled toward her with a groan, pressing his lips to her shoulder in a gentle kiss.

She sighed, her eyes closing.

"Come on." He rose to his feet. "Let's get you in bed, beautiful."

She didn't disagree, merely hummed as he squatted to lift her into his arms and then tucked her to his chest before striding away. She floated in a state of euphoria as he carried her into the bedroom and then laid her between the sheets and slid in behind her.

She never opened her eyes, not even when he pulled her back to him before tucking the covers around her. She felt like she was dreaming. Every part of this night, every part of
her
, felt too good to be real. But when he pressed his lips to her ear and hugged her hard, she knew she was still awake.

"I love you," he whispered sweetly.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face…and woke hours later to his mouth trailing kisses across her shoulder blades and down her back. She was on her stomach as he hovered over her, showering her with gentle kisses and soft touches. The covers were flung back, his strong body the only thing covering her.

"You're awake," he said when she moaned and arched up to meet the fluttering kisses he rained across her skin.

"I am." She yawned. "What time is it?" Pale moonlight shone through the windows, illuminating the room in soft, muted grays. The digital read-out of the clock, turned away from the bed, sent little prisms of red through the gray in places. The room was dark otherwise, and quiet.

"Five." He swept her hair off of her neck and pressed a little line of kisses there before rising up over her and settling onto his knees, straddling her. He reached out and turned the lamp on. "You have carpet burn."

"Totally worth it. Did you sleep?" she asked as he settled over her.

"Yeah, I did." His hands slid up her back, his fingers digging into the muscles. His erection nestled at the swells of her ass.