Page 36 of Wicked Rush

Chapter Eleven

Every cell in Braelynn’s body awakened as she let go of her inhibitions. For so long, she’d denied herself a connection to another human being. The lies and secrets had overcome her life. But with Lars, for the first time in a very long time, someone cared about her, giving her hope to go on one more day.

When he’d come to her upstairs, she’d stood lost, staring at the shell of the person she used to be. She wore the bruises as reminders of her failure. She assumed that no one could love someone who’d made so many mistakes. Lars promised her a refuge she didn’t deserve, but he was becoming impossible to resist.

Starving for affection, she’d collapsed into the delicious temptation he offered. Lars had denied her in the pool earlier but something had changed. She didn’t know or care why. This man, he breathed life into her soul.

Abandoning the anchors of her guilt, she obeyed him, and sighed as she touched her pussy. The brush of his shoulders to her inner thighs brought her focus to the blue eyes that pinned her in place. Braelynn glanced down to his thick cock, and drove her finger deep inside her heat, wishing it was him. She didn’t know if he was testing her like he’d done earlier, but it didn’t matter. His words encouraged her to let go, to embrace what she’d been afraid to do with anyone.

“My turn,” she heard him growl.

Her palm slid upward and he caught her wrist. As he sucked her fingers into his mouth, her core tightened, her thighs gripping his shoulders.

“Lars, please don’t tease me,” she cried. The devious flicker in his eyes told her she’d never be the same after the night was through.

“Do you like to watch?” he asked, releasing her hand. His head dipped to her stomach but he never took his eyes off of hers. She sucked a breath as he kissed her hip. “Or do you like to be watched?”

Braelynn knew her answer. To admit it would leave her more exposed that she’d ever been. There’d been no one in her life she’d ever been able to be herself with, no one who’d understand her forbidden desires. Be a good girl, her parents had told her. Don’t be a slut, her friends had warned. The only serious boyfriend she’d ever had never approved of her fantasies, shut down her thoughts as perverted.

“Pay attention, my sweet little fox.” A slap to her mound snapped her out of her reverie. She gave a ragged breath, the sting drenching her with desire. As he slid a firm finger inside her, she clenched around him, tilting her hips upward. “Hmm…you know what I think?”

“I don’t know…yes,” was all she could manage in response.

“I think you like being watched.” He smiled as his lips brushed over her aching slit.

“Please,” she begged, arching her back. The warmth of his breath on her drove her mad.

“Maybe you do like to watch but, oh yes,” he said, with a kiss to her inner thigh. “I think I’d love to fuck you in front of an audience. Is that what you’d like, Doctor? Would you like to scream while I fuck you? Have people watch you come?”

Braelynn closed her eyes, her nipples hardening in response to his dark suggestion. No man had ever spoken to her the way he did, and while she knew she’d have to leave, the seduction of his offer was too great to resist.

“Oh, no, no. Eyes on me, baby. Today, you watch. Tonight, you will be watched,” he promised.

Braelynn’s gaze went to his, unable to imagine what he planned. She spread her legs further, offering herself as a feast. Captivated, her eyes widened as he dragged his tongue deep through her pussy.

“Ah,” she cried as he lapped over her clitoris. His hungry eyes stayed on hers, and she swore he could see into her soul.

“You do like watching, don’t you?” he spoke into her lips.

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice soft.

He gave a small laugh, lashing her clit with his tongue. As he sucked her swollen nub into his mouth, she raked her fingers into his hair. His fingers clutched tight to her ass, and she craved his imprint on her skin.

“Oh God, yes. Lars, that feels so…” Braelynn struggled to keep upright, bracing all her weight on her palms. Her breast ached, full with need. The intensity in his eyes never wavered as he relentlessly licked her.

He drove two fingers into her tight heat, and she arched her back, screaming his name. “Lars! Fuck, yes.” Braelynn shook at the intrusion, her body writhing in pleasure. As if struck by lightning, her body sizzled as she convulsed around him. Gasping for breath, she fell backwards onto the bed, her body quivering.

“Hmm…did I tell you that we were finished?” she heard him ask, his tone firm.

Her eyes blinked open, catching his fiery stare. He tore his shirt off over his head, revealing his muscular chest, and kicked off his jeans. Her eyes darted to his stiffened cock and back up to his face. She squeaked as he grabbed her legs, swiftly flipping her over onto her stomach.

“What are you doing? Ow,” she cried as he administered a firm slap to her bottom. His fingers brushed over her cheeks, tugging her upward.

“I told you to watch. You don’t listen well,” he reprimanded.

“It felt so good. I couldn’t…” Braelynn sighed as his fingers slid under her belly and over her breasts. Her ripe tips ached for his touch and she moaned as he took them between his fingers, gently tugging. “Yes.”

“I will take care of you. But you must trust me, you understand?”