Текст книги "Defending Pacer"

Автор книги: T. J. Hamilton

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CHAPTER TWELVE

 

 

Pacer’s leather glove-covered hand grips around mine firmly as he continues to pull me to the top of a road so steep that my breath is non-existent. My feet barely hit ground with each step we make, or at least that’s what it feels like.

We stop at a driveway near the top of the hill. The tree line falls dramatically down the steep embankment. He pulls me with him, and I follow as we cross over wooden decking that leads to the entrance of a very angular, modern-looking house that sits amongst the treetops.

Pacer looks back to me with a wanton glare. I can’t quite distinguish whether he wants to hurt me or pleasure me, but the sexual vapours coming from him make me light-headed. A combination of pleasure and pain is sounding perfect right now. With anyone else, that would be frightening, but with Pacer, it’s fucking arousing.

He makes quick work of the locks, swinging the rich wooden door wide open. His hands grip around the back of my thighs, and he lifts me off the ground and wraps my legs around him. My thighs squeeze tight around his waist.

Fuck, I wish I could feel his gloves against my skin right now.

I do feel something else, though. Holy shit, he is big. Wow, like really big. It sits all the way up to the top of his pants.

I hold my legs around his waist, and my hands slips naturally around his neck. His mouth meets mine and the world melts away. All I need right now is for Pacer to fill every inch of my desires.

My back hits the wall, and Pacer pulls my sweater over my head. He kicks the door shut behind him, and it feels as if a surge of electricity has passed through my entire body. Dropping my bag, it lands with a thud.

Oh Jesus. His tongue. When it hits my tongue, it’s lights up a pathway that sends jolts directly to my pussy.

I want to pull myself together, but my body is screaming to have him inside me, dominating me. My mind too has fallen victim to Pacer and is no longer listening to anything other than my need to fuck the hell out of him.

Dropping my hands from behind his neck, I delicately start to unclasp each of the buttons on his shirt, but he gets impatient and rips the rest with one hand.

I giggle. My skin soaks up his breath every time he presses his lips against me. There’s just one more layer of clothes before our skin is against one another. Fuck you, winter, and your need for layers of clothing!

Thank God he moves his hand under my ass. My leg muscles weren’t doing the job of holding me up like they were supposed to. His fingers brush past my sex. It’s too much.

I flip open the button on my zipper as a hint. He follows the direction easily and puts me down for a moment to rip my jeans down past my thighs. Finally, I feel the smoothness of his leather gloves against my bare skin. It’s as delicious as I’ve been imaging for days. My head tips back in pure ecstasy.

Cold, soft, foreign—it makes me yearn for more. I need all of that leather within me.

As the leather leaves my clit and travels down my leg, I groan out of an equal amount of frustration and impatience, but oh-so-fucking turned on.

Dipping each foot that he lifts, he pulls my ankle boots off and slides my jeans all the way down. His movements are delicate with the right amount of dominance. His lips trail all the way up my leg again. He gets to the inside of my thigh and he pushes his face against my skin, and inhales loudly. I look down as his eyes close, taking me all in. It makes me feel so sexy that he loves my smell.

As he moves farther up, he gets to the gap between my legs. Jostling his nose up against my underwear, he inhales again.

Oh my God, I feel leather on my clit and start seeing stars. The coldness catches me by surprise but that feeling is quickly taken over by a desire for more. My hips grind against his hand. I need him in there. Now!

He growls a deep groan and he stands up and shoves me back against the wall as his tongue practically hits the back of my throat.

Oh. My. God.

His hands find mine, and he takes my wrists and brings them up above my head, securing them there with one strong, leather-gloved grip.

His other hand slides down my body, pulling my bra down and popping my hardened nipples from my bra as they pass. His lips leave mine as they trail down to my chest. He sucks on the first nipple, and a moan escapes me. When he cups the bottom of my second breast and finds my other nipple with his tongue, I moan even loader. His leather glove slides past my stomach and slips into my underwear. I’m up on tippy-toes, my pelvis naturally tilting, my entire body pleading to have his leather finger inside me. I need that cold sensation to hit me inside. I want to warm it with my internal walls. I want it to warm me with friction. I can only imagine how incredible that will feel.

His dark brown eyes are back on mine and he watches me while his finger rolls in circles around my clit. He pulls his hand from my underwear and puts a finger into his mouth. I think he’s being sexy, until he bites down and I realise that he’s taking his glove off.

Oh no you don’t! I want that glove.

“Keep it on,” I murmur between breaths.

His smirk is sexy as hell. God knows what he must be thinking about my sudden leather fetish, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I want his gloved finger in me. Right fucking now!

His finger quickly finds its way back into my panties and my legs automatically spread for him. His finger enters, the leather gently catching against my entrance as he slides in. The leather feels cold against me but the smoothness of it feels heavenly. His tongue enters my mouth in one swift motion—anything beyond that has no bearing.

It’s Pacer’s tongue and Pacer’s leather gloved finger … inside me … and that’s all that matters.

My head drains of blood and my legs almost give out, but Pacer’s grip underneath me holds me up perfectly. He begins rocking his palm back and forth, his finger deep within me. Leather slides across my clit when his palm passes it, and I cry out louder again. The leather occasionally catches my skin when it rubs and causes an exquisite friction when it slides —I’ve never felt anything like it.

He squeezes against my upstretched wrists with his other hand, almost demanding me to stay still. But I don’t think I can. I feel dizzy, and all I’m seeing is stars.

I kiss him harder to avoid losing all control over my body. His lips leave mine and he buries into my neck, sucking and biting at my skin.

The sensations that spill out across my body are all too much to contain, and I cry out as the stars are no longer stars, they’re one big wash of bright, white light. My pussy clamps down hard on the leather finger inside me, and my pelvis rocks against the rhythm of his palm.

My ass cheeks clench. I moan and pant, and groan, and make sounds I never knew I had in me as my orgasm becomes overwhelming.

My arms slip from above, but he forces them back up with one hand as his finger drives in and out harder and faster.

Just when I thought my climax was subsiding, a second wash of heat floods my head.

Holy sweet baby Jesus and all things pure in the world … Fuck you and fuck everything. If this is bad, then I’ll take hell.

“That’s it, honeybee. Come all over my glove, you fucking sexy bitch,” he coos into my neck.

It’s too much. I can’t even. My legs shudder and he lifts me with his cupped hand. I cry out so loud I swear my voice box is about to break.

His finger slows when he’s satisfied that he’s done his job. My breathing regulates … almost. Well, I’m not panting, at least.

Slowly opening my eyes, I find Pacer staring, watching me. I take a deep breath and smile sheepishly. If that’s what he does to me with his finger, I can’t imagine what his python is going to do.

“Wow,” I repeat his words after our first kiss.

He grin is so wide it’s infectious. I can’t help but chuckle.

His finger slowly slips out of me. He raises it to his mouth and sucks back.

What the hell have I been missing out on? No guys like this actually exist. I’ve heard about men like Pacer. He’s that one amazingly hot specimen of a man who also happens to be a magician. They cast some magical spell over you with the touch of their finger … their leather finger. They’re also an urban myth. The men I have been with have all confirmed this fantasy wasn’t real … until Pacer.

His hold finally loosens on my upstretched hands, and they fall to his shoulders and slide down his chest. His button-less shirt is still on. That situation needs to change immediately, so I slide it past his shoulders. The detailed ink covering his body is even more beautiful than the photographs I’ve studied for the past week. I hope he never finds out how obsessed I may be with him. That fleeting thought reminds me to take down the wall of photos I have, in case he makes and impromptu visit to my place.

I smooth his shirt down his arms, slowly running it over his rolling muscles. My fingertips roll across the ridges with pure delight.

He pulls back from the wall and carries me down a narrow hallway. We kiss as he carries me, and I notice the house smells different —new and un-lived in. His shoes echo across the hard floor. It doesn’t sound like the hollow of wood though.

My mouth doesn’t leave his for a single second. He’s so familiar with this house, he finds the way around without a single break in our kiss.

The prospect of fucking more than just his finger is spinning me into another bout of rolling, vibrating soon-to-be waves of pleasure.

He is a fucking magician.

My wet underwear bounces against his jeans as he walks. I feel that python in there, buddy. I want it so bad. At this point I don’t care which part of me gets it first—I just need it.

His footsteps sound different as his feet hit a new texture to the flooring. It smells different, too. It smells warmer. It smells like a bedroom. I open my eyes and confirm it. There’s something about a bedroom—you can always feel a space that’s a sacred place for intimate moments.

I don’t feel as if I need to flinch when Pacer falls onto the bed—I feel safe in his arms. My back gently lands on the softness of a matress, but Pacer takes the majority of the impact while I’m cocooned in his arms. So. Fucking. Hot.

His kisses don’t subside for a nanosecond. They’re dominating. I want to taste him—I need to take over.

Flipping him over on the bed, I take him by surprise. He chuckles.

“I hope you’re not laughing at me?” I pull his wrists up above his head.

He nips at my chin, but I pull away, and he misses. His teeth chomp together. The sound makes me smirk. Our roles have swapped and I’ve taken the lead, but only because he’s let me … and I know it. In fact, I love it.

I warn him, to counter not being able to secure his hands like he did me. “If you move your hands, I’ll stop.” Maybe I need to take extra steps in making sure I’ve secured him? Next time … yes, there will be a next time. I already know it. It won’t stop after this moment together.

He doesn’t respond to my direction, and I take that as a green light to move myself across his body, however I want.

What I want is to head south.

His lower abs tense as I inch closer to the elastic of his underwear. I tunnel under his pants and run my fingers past his shaft. I glance down and see that he makes my hands look tiny. Holy shit. I knew it.

Magician.

I can do this. I can take all of him in my mouth. The thought of how big he is delivers a moment of doubt, but the electrical signals that cross between our bodies makes the impossible, possible.

I lean down, running my nose past his flat stomach. He has a gorgeous strip of dark, wild hair—my yellow brick road, leading me straight to the great and powerful.

The top of my fingers cinch around the base of his girth but don’t come close to touching. I lick in thick stokes. I want to spread my tongue as much as physically possible around his length. He already tastes good, and I haven’t even reached the best part … yet.

Rolling my tongue around the head of him, a shiny droplet of his pre-cum beads on at his very tip, and I lap it up just before I plunge my mouth over the head of his cock. He has no taste, which in itself is delicious. He lets out a sigh, and I feel his hand find its way to the back of my head, fingers in my hair. I stop and look up, shaking my head.

“What did I warn you before? I will stop. Hands above your head,” I say in a low, seductive voice.

He laughs and stretches back, hands behind his head in a totally relaxed pose. Grinning at him with my eyes, I quickly focus my attention back on his exquisite manhood and lick around it again.

As I take him in my mouth for a second time, I open the back of my throat as much as possible and try to fit him all in. It causes me to gag a little, but I love the feeling of it so I relax and take him entirely. There’s something powerful about having him in my mouth. He groans and I slide up and down his shaft. I love what I’m doing to him.

As I slide my mouth up and down, faster and faster, I imagine how this is going to feel inside me. He has ridges that I know will make me come. The thought makes me moan a little.

“Holy shit, honeybee. You know what you’re doing, don’t you? Fuck you look good on my cock.”

I look up and meet his eyes. He really likes watching. I like him watching. I grin but it pulls my lips too tight while my mouth is stretched so wide, so I look away and turn my attention back to his python. He’s pulsing in my mouth more, so I slow down and pull my lips all the way to the top of him, but not before I give him one last suck at the very top. Yeah, he tastes great.

As I slip below and roll my tongue around his tights balls, Pacer takes his gloves off finger by finger. He does it excruciatingly slowly. Rolling a condom over his length, he slides his underwear down. His gloves are off. I don’t know how I feel about that.

Making the most of it, I grip onto his underpants and pull them down his long legs, taking his jeans with them.

“Get your sexy little body up here and ride me, honeybee,” he demands.

I stalk back up and slide my underwear off with my foot. Pacer sits up and pulls me to his lap. My lips meet his the moment we get close enough. His hands grip around my waist and I straddle him. Our breathing is so heavy, it’s almost deafening. Our tongues dance around each other in a beautifully choreographed partnership. He holds me tight and guides me to his hard cock. When I feel it edge to my entrance, I tilt my pelvis enough to catch his tip. He inches me onto him with a torturously slow descent.

Fuck he is big. Beautifully big. Stretching me, to let me know he’s there.

My fingertips hold onto his stubbled jaw, and I kiss him deeper and deeper, wanting as much of him as physically possible inside me. He reaches a spot that makes my head throw back. I moan loudly. It feels like that moment when water finds the end of a hose. I can’t hold it back, and my orgasm spills out across me.

Holding me tight around my ass, Pacer guides me at exactly the pace he wants … and he can want whatever he wants. At this point, he can do anything.

He bites down on my left nipple and the spasm that rips through my body is intense. The ridges along his shaft feel even more exquisite entering in and out of me than when they rippled along the inside of my mouth. This is different; this is a rolling wave of sensation after sensation. I look down to catch Pacer’s dark eyes. I smirk. He knows how good he is. His cockiness only adds to the whole feeling. I kiss him again and flick my hips back and forth, catching each of his strokes. The motion intensifies and suddenly the sound around me is a high pitch ringing in my ears. I close my eyes and watch the display of shooting colours that stream under my eyelids.

Holding onto him, our rolling has now turned into a solid pounding rhythm. He slams deeper and deeper. I bounce faster and faster. I can’t even tell what is orgasm and what isn’t—it’s all just a continual euphoric feeling.

He groans deep. It’s animalistic, like a growl. I feel it vibrate in his chest. Then he expands below. The orgasm I think I’ve been having the whole time was just the preview for what was coming.

As if Pacer has unlocked the vault, an enormous wave of electricity floods every inch of my body. My back arcs, my head tilts and my legs tremble. Crying out, Pacer slams into me with two fierce movements. We both orgasm together, and I have never felt anything more incredible in my entire life.

Pacer holds around the small of my back, and flips me so that I’m underneath him. Just when I thought he was slowing, he begins driving into me again and again.

Holy shit!

My orgasm doesn’t have a moment to subside. It rears up for another round of earth-shattering, pulsating spasms. I look up but my vision is blurry. Pacer keeps the rhythm up; it’s hard and fast. I hold on and let it all happen, my body loving every … single … moment of it.

As I cry out in absolute pleasure, Pacer growls again and pounds me even harder. My groans are now a scream. A good scream.

Pacer’s fingers grip into my hair and he forces my head back against the soft mattress below as he finally pours the last of his come out. Our eyes meet and we kiss, hard and deep. The motion slows a little, but our kiss intensifies.

The after-shocks still feel bigger than any other climax that I’ve ever had. I can’t even make myself come as much as Pacer just did.

The muscles across his back tense and flex as he slows his rhythm right down to a gentle roll. Our passionate kiss also slows, and finally, I open my eyes. This time I can see him clearly. He is everything I’ve ever looked for in a person. Now that I’ve found him, I never want to let him go.

After this, I know how easy it will be to fall head over heels for Pacer.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

There has to be something wrong with her. I bet she has eleven toes, or something weird. The way she smells right now though, I’d say she’s near fucking perfect.

Her body is like delicate porcelain. But her pussy begs to be punished. I could easily spend a lifetime with my cock buried inside her.

Just the simple act of fucking Chelsea is a vicious balance between wanting to pummel her and wanting to wrap her in cotton wool for protection.

I came hard. Fuck me, it was savage.

Her sexy back is against me as we stand under the huge waterfall of water in the shower. I soap my hands and roll them across the contours of her beautiful body. She’s the right amount of feminine sugar with the spice of a hard bitch.

As my fingertips run over her ass cheeks, I can’t help but claw into the softness of her skin.

You drive me wild, honeybee.

I lean into the stream of water and suck the tight skin at the back of her neck. She doesn’t wince away when I gently gather a piece of her flesh between my teeth, and bite down. No, she doesn’t wince at all; she takes it in … and wants more.

Grrrrrrrr … she brings out the carnal beast in me, and I can’t wait to drag her back to the bed the moment I finish fucking her in this shower.

I lick the spot where I left a subtle mark. See what you do to me? I constantly fight with myself because of you.

Why couldn’t she just be like the other sluts I’ve fucked? Usually I’ve found something wrong with them at this point. But not you.

The bluest eyes glance sideways at me. Her devilish grin makes me lose my shit. I spin her around and push her against the wall. She does as she’s told and chuckles when her eyes meet mine.

Fuck!

I can’t keep away from her perfect little tits. They’re like two ripe mango halves, just crying out for me to suck on them. But there’s one place my tongue hasn’t been just yet, and I need to taste her. I can’t wait another moment. I hold her nipple between my lips and pull away, snapping it back when I finally let go, making my way to her pussy.

Crouching, I swing one of her legs over my shoulder and slide my tongue up her inner thigh. It’s as soft as butter, and as I get closer to her mound, my tongue slides with ease. She’s so fucking wet. I just want to bury my face into her sweet spot.

With my tongue flattened, I slide it up her gorgeous folds. I want to peel each little layer away with my tongue, bit by precious bit, until I’ve reached her delicious centre.

I do just that and slip in and out of each fold, my tongue tracing the curves of her incredible smelling pussy. Her clit is pebbled in its little hood, so I flick it. She moans that sweet sound.

I make my way back under her and slide my tongue inside. Of course my honeybee would taste like honey. What else did I expect?

I lap up as much of her as I can, and she moans again. You fucking sexy bitch.

I need to see what she looks like right now; I can’t stop looking at her. I love watching her. It’s my newest bad habit, and fast becoming my favourite obsession.

Her head is back, and one hand is stretched up, gripping her hair as she rubs her other fingers past her nipples. Just like she did when I watched her masturbate. But this time she’s in front of me.

I have been kissed on the dick by a fairy; all my wishes have come true. I can tell that she’s about to come.

I slide two of my fingers into her warm pot of honey and feel her catch hold of them. You’re fucking kidding me?

Jesus, she can orgasm. There’s something to be said about chicks who wank—they know what makes them feel good, real quick.

My taut tongue continues to flick her hardened clit, and I drive my fingers in and out of her until I feel her pussy respond with a quiver of pulsing waves.

She pants loudly. The noises she makes cause a spark to run up my spine every time. I can feel her slowing, but she’s not getting away with it that easily. I lean and lift her up, and within a matter of seconds my cock is edging into her.

Condom … Fuck … Pussy … Condom.

Fuck it!

She feels too good to move; it’s almost impossible for me to pull out right now. I watch for her reaction, just to make sure she wants this too. Her eyes watch me. I lightly frown, still waiting for her permission. I pause when my head is inside her and wait. Her eyes drop momentarily, but the pulsing I can feel inside her body must be too much for her, and she moans again.

She whimpers, “Fuck me, Pacer.”

“You’re not going to sit down for a week, honeybee.”

I bite on her earlobe as I slam myself into her. She forces herself down onto me, harder than the first time I fucked her. And I’d thought she was a rough little bitch then. This is better still.

Curling my arms under hers, I hold onto the top of her shoulders and bring her down onto my cock again and again.

I can smell sex in the particles of the steamy shower. I love watching her bouncing tits as she rides me. When she screams in pleasure, it sounds like the trill of a bird. I fucking love it.

I don’t stop driving into her. I can feel the build-up in the bottom of my balls, but I don’t want her to stop yet.

Before I explode inside her, I move her from the wall and carry her out of the shower, my cock still buried inside her. Walking with my little goddess impaled on me, I head straight for the bed.

I hope she expects to be fucked all night now. I don’t give a fuck about our lunch or our dinner; she has opened the gate, and I don’t intend on leaving this any time soon.

I carry her with ease; she’s so light. She’s long, but light; like a little sparrow. Her lips slip all over mine and she keeps grinding into me as I walk.

The soft mattress hits against my forearms as we land on the bed. I drive into her twice and watch her squirming in raptures of pleasure beneath me.

She grins. “Can you put your gloves back on?”

I study her for a moment, and shake my head with curiosity.

What have I found here?

***

Lighting a cigarette, I grab the thick fur rugs that drape across the back of the couch and spread them out across the polished concrete floor in front of the fireplace.

I’m naked.

Chelsea’s naked.

It’s a wonderful thing.

I’m glad I got the fireplace installed now. When I was building this place, the architect wouldn’t take no for an answer. I’d thought it was a waste of time and money. Now, as I watch Chelsea spread her gorgeous body out in front of it, I’m thinking I should give the guy a pallet of wine as a thank you.

Pressing the button on the wall, the fire the wood that’s been stacked and waiting in place instantly ignites. I haven’t been up here for a few months, but my staff still comes and cleans once a week for me. They also stack my wood and keep the fridge stocked, so all I have to do is just open the door and relax. You never know when the opportunity strikes to come out here … and being here with Chelsea right now is my pay-off for that theory.

As I draw back on my cigarette, I crack the window open just enough to let the smoke out that’s collected within the big open space. I lean back against the waist-height windowsill, and just watch her while I enjoy my cigarette. Her curves are sensational. They roll in all the right places. God, I can’t get enough of your body, honeybee.

She rolls over and watches me. Her smile is slight, just enough to tell me she likes what she sees. Having a cigarette with a view of a gorgeous woman after four solid hours of fucking is indescribably good. As I inhale, I think about all the other positions I could have her in. I look down at my little man. The life has practically been sucked from him. I chuckle.

“I think you broke him,” I tease.

She gasps dramatically. “He better not be broken! I can’t live with myself if that’s the case. Bring him here and I’ll try to revive him.”

She signals me to come to her with her index finger. Casually strolling toward her, I take the final drag of my cigarette and flick the butt into the flaming fire. Exhaling the contents of my lungs, I sink down and lie next to my honeybee.

I slide my hand down the length of her long leg and raise it up to see her feet. Ten toes.

She giggles. “What are you looking at?”

I’m not telling her how perfect I think she is.

“You know, I could keep fucking you all night, but at some point we are going to have to eat.” I tuck her soft blonde hair behind her ear as I speak.

The tattoo on the back of my hand—the one that usually reminds me of how many lives my hands have taken—now shows me just how much they want to care for someone.

Her doe eyes softly gaze at me. “Do you mean to say the world is still revolving out there?”

She makes me laugh. She’s right; nothing else matters in the world right now, except for my honeybee and me. I smooth her hair back, and run my palm across her cheek. She nuzzles into my hand. Her skin. Soft and edible.

“I can call the restaurant and get them to deliver?”

Her eyes spring open and narrow for a moment, deep in thought. “Just how often do you do this kind of thing? Or am I going to regret asking that question?”

I can’t help but laugh. Sure, I love fucking women, but I couldn’t be bothered bringing any of them out here. This is where I like to come to be left alone. Her jealousy is cute, though. I shake my head at her. Do I tell her the truth, or leave her hanging? God, I wish I knew women better sometimes.

“I’ve never brought anyone out here,” I admit, folding and telling her the truth.

Glancing away, she avoids my stare. “That was the rehearsed response I was expecting. Guys are so predictable,” she snaps back.

I hold her chin and raise her face to mine. I want her to look me dead in the eye. “Hey, I have no reason to lie to you. No other woman has ever known as much about me as you do. There’s just no point in lying to you. Do you understand?”

She nods. An enormous grin spreads across her face, and I tenderly kiss her soft lips. Our kiss is gentle, opposite to the heated kisses from earlier. Our twisting tongues confirm how much trust is between us. I will never give her a reason not to trust me. This is the first time I’ve been so open with someone. It’s a wild feeling, laced with vulnerability. I never want her to know just how undone she makes me.