No Longer Lost: Secrets Of Stone: Book Nine Read online

  “A demon, clearly,” I said against her soaked clit, letting my deep voice vibrate through her. My tongue took over on habit, licking the tight bud in slow circles, nudging her with just the tip before moving lower and thrusting inside her heat.

  I went as deep as I could.

  I tasted as much as I could.

  And relished every delicious, creamy drop.

  Her fingers sifted through my hair and then burned into my scalp while I buried my face between her thighs, lapping at her like a desert nomad who finally reached his oasis. Her sounds were sexy and low, a building storm about to break free.

  “Is that good, baby? Do you like the way I feast on you?” Her body had already given her answer with trembling clarity, but I wanted to hear her words. I had to hear her sing my praises once more. Yeah, I was a selfish dick—and never prouder so than now. She’d worship me, goddamnit. She’d venerate me. She’d crave me so fucking badly, she’d never be able to face another day without me.

  Nothing less than what she did to me.

  “Yes. Yes! It’s so good, Mac.”

  I released a long, low hum against her sensitive tissues. “Of course it is, baby.”

  She was lost too deeply to the desire to summon a word of sarcasm. Instead, she rasped, “I’m…I’m so close. I’m…I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t finish me off. Please. Please, I’m begging you.”

  “Begging for what, beautiful girl? Come on, now. Let me hear you say it.”

  “Make me come. Holy shit! Please…make me…”

  Her words faded, lost to taut and greedy gasps. She’d get the syllables back again, but they’d be a bunch of whiny, incoherent babbles—which would hit the softest spots of my being. They’d meant I’d gotten all the way through to her…showing me such a raw, real side of her. I craved that sound more than her laughter—and right now, I’d sell my fucking soul to have it.

  Instead, I bit into her clit again. At the same time, I rammed two fingers high and deep into her pussy. She was so tight and warm, it was the best feeling in the world. Heaven, right here on my desk.

  “Do it, girl. Fall apart for me. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your name.”

  I pumped my fingers faster. Faster.

  Her whole body stiffened. She arched her back, shoving her pussy harder against my face, sending me into a frenzy of licking and sucking and biting her flesh. “Mac!”

  “That’s good,” I crooned. “So good, baby. Ride it out, love.”

  “D-D-Don’t stop!”

  “Not planning to.” I curled my fingers up, ensuring I hit the perfect pad of nerves deep inside her, making her scream even louder. “Fuck. I could watch you come over and over again. Every time, I’d learn something new. You fascinate me, Taylor. You always will.”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face up to her thumping chest. Her breathing was fast, but her sigh was utterly content. I felt like a god when I made her unravel so thoroughly, reducing her to wordless nothingness.

  But like every trip to paradise, it was over too damn soon—and finished with words as infuriating as they were cheeky.

  “Okay, then.” She all but chirped it, so obvious was her bid for nonchalance. “So…thanks for that. Guess I’ll get out of your hair now.” She gave me an even saucier smile while pushing me back. As soon as she was clear to move, she started scooting off the desk—

  Until she wasn’t.

  Because I was grabbing her hips. Hard.

  And then making her yelp, loud, as I stood with enough fluid purpose to ram my chair backward. The thing shot all the way into the wall, and her endless blue eyes flared. She blinked them a few times as I inhaled through my nose, scenting the hot perfume of her sex all over my small office’s air.

  “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

  She got in another blink. “You… It’s the middle of your workday,” she stammered. “I…I just thought—”

  “Well, knock that shit off.” I leaned down and consumed her soft, swollen lips. Our lovemaking always bordered on violent, and she bloomed in the best ways from the rough handling. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”

  As soon as I pulled away, a pretty smile slinked across her lips. “That your fancy way of saying you want to do me?”

  My stare grew heavy, my cock and balls heavier, from her suggestive line. “And what if I said yes?”

  “Then I’d say”—she worked my belt and slacks open with her thin fingers—“your wish is my command.”

  As she gave my cock room to expand, my mind added the implied finish onto her statement. Oh, fuck. What would it be like to hear my sexy sassy call me “master”? Just once. Okay, maybe twice…

  My fantasies collided with my libido to send a long groan up my throat—just as Taylor dipped her hand inside my boxers and freed me entirely. To avoid spilling this quickly, I focused on unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way.

  Taylor shimmied to the edge of the desk, giving herself leverage to work my pants and boxers down around my thighs. The moment she wrapped her slender hand around my shaft, I felt it jump in her grip. So fucking good. I had held myself similarly so many times since we split up, fantasizing that it was her hand there instead, but none of my solo endeavors could compare to the real thing. She always knew just how I liked it, putting just the right amount of pressure on every thrumming inch of me before joining her other hand to the effort. As she slowly, attentively stroked me, her eyes never lowered. She locked my lusty gaze with the sapphire magic of hers, making the contact that much more intimate.

  After a few wondrous minutes of that erotic torture, she used her right hand to pump my length harder while scratching her left down the inside of my thigh. My skin lit up like a brush fire. My blood rushed like those flames, finding new kindling. I let my head fall back as my senses absorbed every incredible sensation she was treating me to.

  “Step back a little,” she gently ordered, while pushing on my thighs so I would step back from the desk.

  As soon as I complied, she slithered down to the floor in front of me.

  “Dear fuck,” I spat out—in all the best ways. My Sassy wasn’t keen on giving head, but when she did, the experience was monumental. I sucked air through gritted teeth as I prepared for the initial heat of her mouth around my crown. She kept me guessing instead and just casually licked along the underside of my shaft, pumping one hand ahead of her tongue and reaching between my legs to cup my balls with the other.

  At this rate, I’d be blowing my load down her throat instead of inside her tight pussy. Not acceptable. I pulled in a brutal breath, attempting to focus on details other than the sight of my red, swollen length penetrating deeper between her pink, full lips. The way her hair swung back and forth with her movements. The way her whole body followed her head with the fluid motion of a dancer. And the way she breathed through her nose, cooling the slickness her mouth left behind on my flesh.

  So much for the bid for distraction.

  I was going mad. No, this wasn’t madness. It was insanity—and now it was damn near intolerable. I needed to feel her cunt around me. I couldn’t wait another minute longer. All right, maybe a minute—but that was it.

  I stretched down to take her hands, and she quickly pulled them from my reach. Always my little brat. I stepped back, pulling my cock from her mouth, whether she was on board or not. She looked up the plane of my body, her enormous blue eyes filled with lust.

  “Stand up, girl.” I helped her to her feet, steadying her by the hands she finally relented to my hold. I didn’t waste any time in spinning her around to face the desk, pushing her torso down to meet the cool surface. She yelped a little but settled in, knowing what I was about to do. I couldn’t help but tease her a little first, running my fingers through her wetness, wiping it as carelessly as finger paint across her ass and the backs of her thighs.

  “My God. Your pussy is soaked.” Another swipe through her sopping fold
s. Another couple of slicks across her gorgeous globes. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.”

  Taylor turned her face to the other side so she could see me better. There was a lazy smile across her well-used lips, which meant I was ten times harder inside three seconds. “So stop talking and do it already.” She finished with a pert wiggle of her rear, which I promptly smacked with the flat of my hand. Her flesh jumped from the impact, but from those gorgeous lips, she simply emitted a long hum of pleasure.

  “So good, Mac.” She drifted her eyes shut. “I’ve missed this.”

  “You’ve missed me, you mean.”

  “Mmmmm. Not so much.” Her eyes were still closed, but she tilted the grin a little higher.

  “Sassy.” I let my voice drop even lower, and she instantly shivered.

  “I’ve missed your cock. I’ll admit that much.” She twitched her rear again, inviting a repeat of my spanking. I obliged with willing enthusiasm—right on top of the red handprint already blooming on her fine, firm ass.

  “God, yes. Just keep doing it, Clown. Make me come, Mac! Do it with just your spanking!”

  I let out another contemplative hum before growling, “I don’t think so, Sassy.”

  “Whaaa?” she challenged. “Why?”

  “Yeah. I’m right. You definitely deserve that. Going out with that loser blood jockey, right under my goddamn nose.”

  “Hey! That’s not—”

  Her scream pierced the air as I rammed my cock into her waiting cunt. With one thrust, I filled her channel with my erection.

  “Fuck!”

  Her eyes shot open from the sudden intrusion, but her body welcomed the invasion. Her heat surrounded me as I moved inside her, her body playing mine like a finely tuned instrument. For all I cared, the symphony could go on all night. She could use my cock forever.

  “My fucking God.” It grated out of me as brutal and bestial as I felt. “I’ve longed to be back here, Taylor.” I slid slowly in and out of her body, watching as her slick entrance closed around me, fisting every searing, swollen inch of me.

  “Ssssshhhh,” she reprimanded—which was real fucking rich, given her current circumstances. “You’re talking again.”

  Oh, yeah. She was pushing it, and I was ecstatic—to the point that without further thought, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled hard. I didn’t let up until her body was flush against mine, both of us standing. The term being relative, of course. She was high up on her toes and I was squatting a bit behind her, but I was not about to lose our connection.

  “That smart mouth of yours has gone too long without a lesson from me.” I ground my hips tightly against her ass, renewing my grip on her hair.

  “Mac!” She gasped. “Oh God, yes!” She broke out in an aroused sheen, her sweat turning her skin into a sight resembling fresh snow at dawn. She was literally glistening for me. “Punish me! Make me learn.”

  “Don’t tempt me, girl.” I leaned over and sank my teeth into her shoulder. “Not while I’m this deep inside you.” The warmth of her skin filled my mouth, and I bit in deeper. I needed to mark her today more than any other. I hungered to remind her exactly who she belonged to. Not that moron out in the parking lot. Not any other guy in the whole fucking world.

  Me.

  I only realized I’d said it out loud when her skin pebbled beneath my lips, responding at once to my primal, carnal claim. But the single word wasn’t enough. Would anything ever be enough with her? I wasn’t sure I wanted to even know. “You’re mine, Taylor Mathews. Understand?”

  I didn’t pull away from her until a full minute—or ten, or six hundred and twelve, like I was noticing—later, but when I did, it was to see I had actually broken her skin. I was so charged with passion, I’d gotten carried away. Tiny drops of blood filled the craters where my teeth had been.

  Ah, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  I was a goddamned bastard.

  Especially because the view of that mark only made my cock surge harder.

  “Damn,” I mumbled at last, causing Taylor to start.

  “Wh-What? What is it?”

  “You. You’re…uh…bleeding.”

  “I shouldn’t be. It’s not the time for that.”

  “I mean…where I bit you.”

  “Oh?” A new energy stained her tone, though it was far from the horror I expected. It actually sounded like a mix of wonderment…and pleasure.

  Which, fuck me sideways, did nothing to help my dilemma. The dirty truth she was forcing me to confess to her now. “You can hate me for saying it, Sassy…but that’s making me harder than before.”

  “Hmmm.” She reached back with her opposite hand and swiped across the bite, leaving a red smear across her shoulder and a matching stripe across her fingers. “I know.”

  “Fuck.” I shuttled deeper into her pussy, grinding my hips against her ass when I bottomed out. Then groaning from the depths of my being as Taylor glanced over her shoulder at me—and licked the coppery smudge from her hand.

  “Fuck me harder, Mac,” she whispered, staring into my soul. “Make me come.”

  “Goddamnit, girl. We were made for each other. I will spend the rest of my days winning you back completely.”

  With that, I threw my entire weight into slamming my hips against her ass. The force was so ruthless, she willingly sprawled across the desk to absorb the impact. Again and again I pounded her, each time feeling deeper than before. If I could crawl inside her, I would. I could not get enough of this little beast. I would never have my fill of Taylor Mathews. I needed to make her mine permanently.

  Her moan ripped me from my own head, bringing me back to the thrashing woman I was inside of. She was clamping down on my cock with the walls of her pussy, milking my dick with her orgasm.

  “You feel so good, love.” I felt her tensing a little, as she always did when I used that endearment, but she caught the reaction in its infancy and relaxed at once for me. Damn good thing, too. At this point, I was sure a seven-plus on the Richter scale wasn’t going to stop me from fucking her until we both went cataclysmic. “I need to fill you. Are you still on the pill?” We’d gotten over the condom tedium when we started seeing each other regularly, but since we hadn’t been together in close to two months, I needed to be sure things were still safe.

  “Yes,” she answered at once. “Yes. Just do it. Let me feel you, Mac.”

  I pumped a few more times and let my release shower the inside of her channel. White light took over my vision for a few seconds, making me still behind her with enjoyment of the natural high. The mind-blowing drug of her.

  My God.

  This woman.

  She would either be the death of me or the only thing that made my life worth living. This would go one way or the other now.

  I leaned over her, arms braced on either side of her narrow frame on the flat of the desk. I was damn sure I’d never be able to fully focus in this room again. The walls would whisper with her moans; the air vents would tease with her scent. It was official. She’d successfully invaded every crevice of my being, and I was grinning like a new lottery winner because of it.

  I slid from her pussy and then quickly pulled on my boxers. I needed to give her bite mark some attention, so I crossed into my bathroom to retrieve the small first-aid kit I kept there.

  “Isn’t that a bit much, Doc? I mean, you’re good and all, but I don’t actually require first aid.” She slipped me a lazy grin. “Christ. Your ego really knows no bounds.”

  She was still strewn across my desk, and I wasn’t arguing her choice one damn bit. As a matter of fact, I wondered if she’d agree to laze there like that every day—though a stiff breeze might blow her to the floor faster than my files and papers.

  “Actually, smart mouth, you do,” I drawled. I reached around her shoulder and poked my finger into the wound. The blood was dry, but I’d been mandated by the universe—no better way to qualify my heart, soul, and mind—to care for her in every way possible.

/>   “Yowwww! That’s a good one this time. I think your new nickname should be Jaws.”

  “Like the villain in James Bond?” I preened.

  “No, like the giant fish.” She laughed at her own joke, making me laugh in return.

  “Pfffft. You loved it.”

  “True.”

  “Hop up.” I smacked her bare ass. “Sit here in my chair, gorgeous girl, so I can clean it up. I’d feel terrible if it got infected.”

  “Infected?” While the word clearly startled her, she recovered quickly enough to mutter as she complied, “Yeah, who knows where your mouth has been lately.”

  Well, that did it.

  I swiveled the chair around to make her face me and then leaned down until I was directly in her line of sight. “Just so we’re clear, Miss Mathews: my mouth hasn’t been anywhere since the last time it was on your delectable flesh. Do you understand me?” I dipped in even lower, until our mouths were just breaths apart. “It’s you, Taylor. Just you. Now and always.”

  She swallowed, once more exposing her heart and then covering it right back up—as I fucking looked on. What the hell was I going to do about this? Perhaps what every good doctor could. Teach by example.

  “Okay, okay,” she finally groused, pushing hard on my shoulders—but I stood my ground, refusing to budge. “Come on, Mac. Let me up.”

  “Not on your fucking life.”

  She rolled her eyes, which damn near had me lifting her up to deliver more swats. But she saved her own backside—literally—by uttering, “Let’s not be making hasty promises in the afterglow of sex. That’s just bad form, and we both know it.”

  She tried to turn the chair away from me, but I stopped its progress with a commanding grip on one of the armrests. “There’s nothing fucking ‘hasty’ about this, woman.” With my other hand, I gripped her cheek. “I love you, Taylor.”

  Her lips parted as she fervently studied my face. “Mac—”

  “Uh-uh,” I butted in, tunneling my hand into her hair. “My turn. You will listen. I love you, damn it. And I realized, a moment too late, that I’ve loved you from the first time we met. At this point, I’m not convinced I didn’t love you in another life too.”