The Lies We Tell (12 page)

“No need. I’m already dying for you.”

“Don’t do that. I need you alive and active.”

Todd closed his eyes. “You’re killing me. You’re actually killing me.”

“Sia.” Sia turned to see her sister surge out of the crowd. Sienna stopped and then smiled.

“Todd, you came. How fabulous.”

Todd groaned and Sia laughed. Then Todd put his hand on her hips and stepped up close behind her and she felt the impact she was having on him. Then it wasn’t funny any more.

She wondered how soon she could leave her own party.

“Mary’s getting tired, so Jim’s taking her back to the apartment. I was coming to find you to see if we’d be right to get a taxi, but now I’m thinking the better solution is that I go back with them and not wait up for you.” Sienna’s eyes twinkled as they skipped from Sia to Todd and back.

“You’re a smart girl, Sienna Collins,” Todd said.

“Excellent. Planned and about to be executed.” Sienna waved and was gone.

“Now,” Todd growled in Sia’s ear and shivers ran down her spine, pooling warmth in her groin. “How the hell do we get out of here?”

Sia’s answer was stalled when Bill Cochrane emerged from the crowd. “Well, it’s official — you are going to be the death of me,” he announced. “And you owe a hundred and fifty dollars. I’ll take that out of the amount I owe you for other sales.” Then his eyes widened as they fastened onto Todd. “You!”

“Me.”

“Don’t move.” Cochrane was gone.

“Can’t at the moment,” Todd muttered. “Not without giving the crowd a show.”

“Perhaps if you stopped rubbing yourself against me you might be able to fix that,” Sia whispered over her shoulder.

“Ah, if only it were that simple,” Todd said.

Cochrane reappeared, with two of the society types behind him. One was a young woman, with crisply cut black hair. The other a middle-aged man, tall and thick set.

“Helen, Jock, this is the young man who owns the painting you’re both so set on buying,” Cochrane announced with a wave of his hand.

“Oh, bother,” Sia muttered.

“Young man, I must own that painting.” Jock stepped forward. “I’ll give you fifty grand for it.”

“I’ll give you fifty-five,” Helen said, glaring at Jock.

“Sixty.”

“Sixty-five.”

“Seventy.”

“Seventy-five.”

“You do know I’m not going to give you even half that,” Todd murmured in Sia’s ear.

“I’m sure you can make up the difference in other ways,” Sia said.

Todd’s hands flexed on her hips. “I won’t stop until I do.”

Dear lord, was it possible to expire from lust?

In front of her, the society types kept outbidding each other.

“Ninety.” Jock put his hands on his hips.

“One hundred,” Helen sneered.

A crowd had gathered and had started whispering. Sia could hear Cochrane telling those near him that the fuss was over nine one seven five and the whispering got louder.

“You sure you don’t want one of them to have it?” Todd said. “That’s a lot of money to throw away.”

Sia turned around. “Do you want the painting?” Todd’s eyes flared and he nodded. Then she turned back to the warring bidders.

“The painting isn’t for sale,” she said. “But I’ll happily sell you another for that much.”

“There aren’t many still available,” Cochrane put in. “The sales have been steady all night.”

Helen and Jock glared at each other, then at Todd, finally at Sia, before they marched away in opposite directions. Cochrane actually rubbed his hands together.

“I’ll make another sale to each of them,” he said. “And they’ve made everyone else want one. I think we’ll sell out tonight.” He rushed away.

Sia turned to Todd and smiled. “Hear that? I’m a success.”

“Always have been. When can we go celebrate?”

Sia reached up on her tiptoes and Todd came to meet her for a deliciously promising kiss. “Soon,” she said. “Very soon.”

It was close to midnight when Sia and Todd finally left. They made the attempt a couple of times during the night, but then someone would want to talk about her art, or Cochrane needed her. Eventually the crowd dispersed, Cochrane started to clear up and Sia took that as the signal to escape.

Todd was parked just down the street, but when they reached the car he didn’t open the door. Instead, he took Sia by the hands and made her stop and look at him.

“Are you sure about this?” he said. “Your dad —”

Sia pulled her hands from Todd’s, laced them around his neck and pulled him down for a deep, searing kiss that set her heart pounding and her pussy pulsing. “I’m absolutely sure.”

“Thank Christ.” Todd opened her door and all but ran around to get in the drivers seat.

Sia waited until he’d pulled the car into the traffic. “Where are we headed?”

“My apartment.”

“That’s not going to take long, is it?” She laid her hand on his thigh. When she’d been sixteen, her fantasies of Todd had been sweet — soft kisses and holding hands. For the last week however, they’d been hot, heavy and very, very naughty. Knowing that finally she was going to touch him, taste him and feel him inside her had her whole body quivering.

“No way. I couldn’t last too long. You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

“I bet I’ve wanted you longer.”

“First day of school, 2003. I don’t know what happened over the holidays, but you came onto the bus and your skirt was shorter and your legs were incredible and your breasts were pressing against the blouse and I almost blew it there and then.”

“Huh. I win. By about four months.”

“What do you mean?”

“Year before, there was that really hot Thursday — I remember it was Thursday cause it was after sports — and the bus broke down half way home and we were stranded. It got so hot that you took your shirt off and I almost dehydrated, I was drooling so much.”

“Really?” Todd grinned. “Looks even better now, you know.”

“So do my breasts.”

Todd’s thigh twitched beneath her hand. “You like to tease, don’t you?”

“No, not tease. Build the anticipation.”

“No need.”

“Really?” Sia moved her fingers, lightly sweeping them over the front of Todd’s pants. He hissed and she resisted the temptation to feel his hardness more closely.

What she did feel, however, was very promising.

“Seriously, if you want us to get there in one piece, I suggest you remove your hand from my thigh right now.”

Sia relaxed back in her seat, her hands in her lap.

It took fifteen minutes to get to Todd’s flat in Drummoyne. He lived on the top floor of a three-storey block in a neat and tidy but quite plain two-bedroom unit.

They rushed up the stairs and Sia only made it to the middle of the lounge room before Todd, after locking the door, caught hold of her. He crushed her against him, his mouth plundering hers.

He lifted her and then they were on the couch, her straddling his lap. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and Sia pulled back as he reefed it over her head and tossed it aside. Then he unhooked her bra and it joined the dress on the floor.

Todd cupped her breasts and sighed. “You’re right, they are beautiful.” Then he put a hand to her back and pulled her closer so he could bring her left breast to his mouth.

His tongue flicked over her nipple, drawing it out, hardening it and then he took it into his mouth and sucked on it. Sia gasped, her back arching as she unconsciously offered herself to him.

His mouth was hot and his tongue toyed with her nipple, flicking at it. Then he sucked and the action strained every nerve and sent her clitoris to pulsing.

He turned his attention to her other breast and her first nipple shrivelled from the difference in temperature, exacerbated by the heat that now pleasured her other breast.

Sia’s fingers dug into Todd’s shoulders and her hips shifted, searching for the desired pressure and failing to find it.

She throbbed, she ached and her panties were getting soaked.

She needed that erection she’d felt in the car and she needed it soon.

She pulled away, a popping sound as her nipple drew clear of Todd’s grasping lips. She sat on his lap, reached forward and started to undo his trousers.

“Was going to complain, but go ahead,” he muttered.

She reached in and cupped her hand around him. Thick, hard — he was going to feel so good inside her.

She had to make sure he was as hot for her as she was for him.

“Some things you should know about me,” she said, running her hand up and down Todd’s erection. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, the muscles of his thighs under hers contracted. “I love to give and receive head. A little bit of bondage and smacking goes a long way and I get really turned on by sex with a possibility of someone walking in on it.”

The breath that Todd drew in was rasping, difficult. His hands wrapped around her thighs and the tension told her he wasn’t sure whether to stop her or continue the sweet torture.

She wasn’t finished yet. She wanted him to lose it. “However, despite what might be termed kinky desires, my favourite position is face to face because there’s nothing I like more than seeing a man’s face when he comes.”

Todd gulped. “Keep that up and I’m going to come in your hand.”

“Well, I don’t want that to happen.” Sia slowly pulled her hand out of his trousers, her fingers trailing across the head of his cock and finding moisture there. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Bedroom.” Todd grabbed her buttocks and Sia realised he was going to stand. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and then when they were up her legs around his waist.

He carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the bed. Sia shimmied out of her panties then lay down, her legs wide, ready for him.

Todd ripped his clothes off and for a moment, she wished she was patient enough to spend time exploring his body, but that was going to have to wait.

He fumbled in the bedside drawer then pulled out a condom and slipped it on. He looked at her and moaned.

“Sexy, sexy, sexy.”

“Hurry.” She held out her arms. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He lay on top of her, positioned himself, and then he was pushing inside her. Sia closed her eyes, focussing her attention on the sensation of his body forcing hers open, his thickness spreading her and then his length filling her.

“Oh God, that’s good,” she said.

“You think that’s good?” Todd pulled back until just his head was inside her, and then he surged forward. Sia gasped, her eyes rolling back as her entire body was awakened.

Somehow, she found the strength to wrap her arms and legs around his and hold him tight. Her body was straining, being pummelled by his in the most delicious and incredible way.

“Sorry,” he muttered and then he was harder, faster, deeper and Sia panted as her body responded, tightening, tingling.

He strained and she opened her eyes to see his face distort in a grimace of ecstasy as his body emptied into hers.

Todd collapsed onto her and there was a moment of disappointment that she hadn’t reached her own satisfaction, but then she hugged Todd close.

If she knew anything at all about him — and she was sure she did — then she’d be well and truly sated by the time the night was through.

“I’m so glad you came.”

Todd snorted, then they were both laughing. He pulled out of her, setting her excited nerves to tingling, and propped himself on his elbow to look down at her.

“Bloody hell, Sia Collins. You are one hell of a woman.”

“Thank you, kind sir.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to hold out until you’d come yourself.”

“I’m not complaining. Refuse to rectify the situation, however, and there will be retribution.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Todd leant down and kissed her and there was a sweetness to the kiss that touched her heart. “And I know exactly what to do. Wait here.”

He got up and disposed of his condom in the bin by the bed. Then he went over to the cupboard and started to rummage in it.

He turned, something silver in his hands. “You said something about bondage?”

Sia looked at his police issue handcuffs and shivered. Oh yes, he was going to do very right by her.

Todd looked at Sia, lying on the bed, naked and unashamed. Her body was incredible — despite her short height her legs looked long and were well toned, her thighs having already shown how wonderful they felt around him.

Her breasts were gorgeous, each a pert handful with pink nipples that enticed. Her stomach gently curved down to her nether regions, which shone in the moonlight from the moisture still gathered on the curls.

Her eyes lit with joy at the sight of his cuffs, and Todd wondered how any man had been satisfied with just one night with her. He was sure he wouldn’t be.

He took out a couple of ties and walked over to the bed, wrapping one around one of the cuffs so it would be gentle against Sia’s skin. She lifted her hand to him eagerly and he clasped it on. Then he fed the chain through the wooden struts of his headboard before he wrapped the other side and clamped it to her other hand.

Then he stepped back. Sia smiled, her arms pulled over her head. She arched her back, pushing her breasts toward him.

He knelt on the side of the bed and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, rejoicing at Sia’s groan. He loved toying with women’s breasts and it was great to find a woman who enjoyed his ministrations.

But suckling on Sia, even though wonderful, wasn’t what this was all about. He owed the woman an orgasm or two, and she was going to get it.

Todd lifted his head to look at Sia, to watch her beautiful, expressive face. His hand moved softly over her stomach, fingertips skimming her skin. She trembled and drew her lower lip between her teeth.

He danced his fingers through the curly thatch of hair and her legs spread further, inviting, begging.

He found her clitoris and pressed gently.

“Yes.” Sia’s hips pressed against his hand.

“Like that?” He circled the small bud and then pressed again. She moaned.

“You told me what you want. Now I think I should tell you what I like.” He kept up the gentle movements against her. Sia smiled, and twisted her pelvis.