Easy Little Lick (Copperline #3) Page 7

  “Tell me why,” I said.

  “Just take my word for it,” she replied.

  “That doesn’t convince me,” I murmured, moving closer, bringing my lips just a breath away from hers. “So unless you can come up with a more concrete reason, I reject your argument.” While I spoke, my fingertips traced small circles along her hairline, pulse points to soothe her, to bring her just a little closer. To relax her enough to trust me just a little bit.

  She lowered her eyes. “Cody,” she said in a breath. Her body was giving in even if her mind chose not to. The attraction I felt between us was real, powerful, and she felt it every bit as much as I did. Her body leaned just a little closer.

  “I've never been so enthralled by a single kiss,” I softly said as I barely brushed my lips against hers. Her breath caught and she swayed into me just enough to almost kiss me. There was no other way to describe it, as though the energy was too great and to actually touch would carry us both away.

  “Cody…” She didn’t really say it as much as she exhaled it.

  “I want to kiss you again,” I whispered with another ghosting over her lips.

  “Cody…” Again, just a slight gasp.

  I caught it with my lips, gentle and sweet. At first, there was the shock of that intimate connection, that softness and that tingle in my gut. Like before, like that first kiss in the back room of the Copperline.

  Only better.

  Then I turned my head to angle the kiss, to deepen it as my arms enfolded her. I pulled her up against my chest, one hand cupping her cheek, my fingers threading through her hair and tightening to hold her steady. I moved slowly… even though I was starving for her, even though it took all the self-restraint I had. I could feel the anxious energy pulsing beneath her skin, even as she relaxed against me and quietly moaned into my mouth.

  Sliding my hand down along her thighs, I gently lifted, drawing her tight up against me and tucking her legs up around my hips. The sweet caresses of her tongue languidly swept against my own, her arms sliding up my arms, molding along my shoulders and up to clasp my jaw in her slender fingertips. Her warm body curled into me and pressed against me as she returned my endless kiss, unhurried and enthralled by the moment. By the touch of our lips and the taste of this undeniable attraction between us.

  A tiny little bit of my brain nagged to my subconscious, telling me that I shouldn’t be doing this. I’d brought her up here to talk. Uninterrupted. Away from other people so I could figure her out. So I could get her to trust me and confide in me about whatever had her running so scared from life.

  But, Jesus, I couldn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t stop savoring the delicious ecstasy. Not if my life depended on it.

  She leaned back, maybe trying to pull away, and I followed, lowering her little-by-little to the ground and covering her delicate body with my own. Everything about the way she was cradled beneath me felt entirely too right. Her full lips and the sweet little sounds she made, the scrape of her nails digging into my back through my thin T-shirt. I opened my eyes to see her hair spread out on the grassy ground beneath us, wild flowers all around her and the low hum of wind whistling through the pines. On top of a low mountain, the world down below seemed so far away. Her eyes searched mine, clouded with foggy need.

  “Cody,” she groaned against me, “I think—”

  “I don’t want to think,” I interrupted. “I just want to kiss you. I want to touch you.”

  Fuck, I shouldn’t have continued. I knew it at the time. I should have stopped. I should have lifted off her and pulled her up beside me. I should have forced her to sit five feet away while she told me her secrets.

  But I couldn’t.

  For the first time in my life, I was totally overcome with wanting. It overruled my conscience. It overruled my sense of right and wrong. When I ran my hand up under the leather jacket to close over her breast, her hips pushed up against my aching cock, and she lifted her head to kiss me again.

  Fuck my conscience. Fuck right and wrong.

  I trailed tiny sucking and biting kisses down her neck as she shrugged free from my coat, her hands slipping up the back of my shirt to clutch at my bare skin. Her head fell back as I nipped and tasted a path down along the collar of her T-shirt, down to the point of the V-neck.

  Lifting my lips, I gathered the hem of her shirt to bare her flat stomach. I felt a shiver of apprehension rise through her and watched her face, held her soft gaze as I pushed up her shirt a little farther. Up over her ribs and then her breasts, revealing a simple, white bra that cupped her tits so beautifully. Goosebumps rose along the ivory skin that glowed in the twilight. My thumb traced the smooth edge. I dipped my head and followed the path with the tip of my tongue before I pulled the fabric down to take a hardened nipple into my mouth.

  Ilsa’s body bucked beneath me, her pelvis pressing hard up against my rigid dick, and she gasped loud into the cool evening air. Her fingers wound into my hair as they tangled and pulled, and I drew harder at her breast. One of my hands caressed fine patterns up and down her ribs, teasing the skin on her stomach just above her jeans, and her body rippled beneath my touch. My mouth left the tight bud of her nipple to lick a wet trail down through the valley between her breasts to the other side. I lifted my hand and teased the cool, wet skin I’d just left, rolling the tight bud as I inhaled the scent of her skin. Baring her other breast, I tantalized it with my teeth.

  The taste of her skin fed my growing passion, amplified by the sensation of her smooth swells and curves. It all had my mind reeling, unable to function except to do exactly what I was doing at that very moment.

  She urged my lips back up to hers, skating her hands down my back and inside my jeans to pull me tighter against her. Afraid of crushing her with my weight, I braced with my elbows even as I ground my dick hard into her hips.

  Entirely too quickly, before it even registered what she was doing, her hands slipped around to the fly of my jeans. She paused just a second, moaned deep down my throat, and began to work the button fly. The cool air and her warm touch felt like sheer fucking heaven as her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock.

  Stroking and squeezing, rubbing her thumb against the tip, all slippery with precum, her hand was powerful and bewitching. It brought me to the edge, then her thumb swirled around slowly, alternating fast and slow, rough and tender. It was like she could read my thoughts, like she could feel the pressure building and then adjusted just before I lost control. It was like she could read my breathing, she could understand the gasping and groaning, pulling back when it was becoming too much.

  “God,” I moaned against her throat, “I want to fuck you like nothing I've ever wanted before in my life.”

  “Please, Cody,” she gasped, as I pushed up to my knees, reaching down to unfasten her jeans. My dick ached, missing her phenomenal touch. I could almost still feel her fingertips stroking my aching length.

  I unzipped her jeans and she lifted her hips to shimmy out of them, dragging her underwear down as well. She wasn’t bare like most girls I knew, rather dusted with soft curls that shadowed the apex of her thighs. I watched my hands glide down her perfect, pale skin towards the center, gently nudging her legs apart to reveal her sweet, beautiful pussy.

  The rising moonlight glistened in her wet folds, and I lowered my head, feeling the cool grass brush against my bare cock as I buried my face between her legs. Licking her deep, fucking her with my tongue, nipping at her outer lips, sucking at her clit. I feasted on her, drinking in her arousal, pumping my fingers deep and hard into her silky depths.

  “This is wrong,” she gasped even as she tugged me closer, tilting her hips up to give me better access.

  “This is beautiful,” I replied against her wet, delicious skin and pressed my fingers inside her heated core once again. I swirled and curled them around, finding that special spot and teasing it with firm strokes.

  She cried out and her fingers dug into the thick grass beneath her. Sliding my oth
er arm under her leg, I angled her sweet pussy up to my tongue, then sought her hand and interlaced my fingers with hers. She was so hot, so close, so wet, and so ready that she jerked against my tongue and flew apart underneath me, sobbing and shaking. I licked her deep, tasting the burst of her orgasm, swirling my tongue in a slow, hard circle around her clit.

  I lifted up over her again, reaching into my back pocket for my wallet and the condom inside. My hands shook as I ripped open the package, lost momentarily in her touch once again on my cock, still savoring the taste of her on my lips. The cool breeze picked up, chilly against my bare length, and I rolled on the condom, desperately wanting to bury myself in her heat.

  And then I was positioning myself at her opening, her legs spread wide, her hands urging me closer until…

  Sheer. Fucking. Bliss.

  “Jesus, Cody,” she gasped as I pushed slowly inside, her soft little body squeezing the broad head of my dick. “You’re… oh my God… you’re huge.”

  Her breath was coming in quick, short bursts, and her body tightened around mine. Her fingernails dug into my back as her body arched.

  “Am I hurting you?” I asked, literally praying to every god anywhere that she didn’t want me to stop.

  “No,” she whispered, sounding utterly shaken and rapturous. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  I slid fully in, capturing her low moan with my lips. Flexing all the muscles in my ass to press as deep as I could go, I relished in the tight squeeze of her around me. I kissed her long and hard, plundering her lips while I held that position until my muscles burned. Her hips tilted up towards mine, and every movement she made seemed to draw me into her a little more.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned against her lips, “you feel amazing.”

  Her fingertips trailed up from my shoulders to my neck, a little farther to graze the rough, unshaven angle of my jaw. With a breathless dusting of her lips, she kissed me, and we barely moved for a moment, just savoring the firm connection of my dick inside her and her lips pressed tightly to mine.

  Resting my weight on my elbows, settled on either side of her shoulders, my fingers brushed her hair back, then tangled in the smooth, silky tresses when I withdrew and pushed back into her.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped.

  I did it again, methodical in my movements, but barely in control. Holding on by the faintest thread to allow her to accommodate my size, I pulled almost completely out, teased us both with a few shallow movements, then slowly squeezed back inside. With every fraction of an inch, she got a little more wet and slick with arousal. All the while, I wanted more than anything to pound into her with everything I had.

  Another slow stroke, and her pussy rippled around me. Another, and her body trembled. I caged her in with my arms, holding her with a firm, yet delicate grasp. Sheltering her beneath me as she shook and tightened around my cock. Her hips began to mimic mine, pulling away when I pulled away, pushing back together as I pressed my thick, solid length back into her. I could hear the wet slide of our bodies and her broken breathing. Her legs curled around mine, her heels digging into my calves.

  I buried my face in her neck as the heat began to boil up inside me. The pressure in my dick became almost unbearable, damn near painful, while our tempo increased.

  Every gasping sob against my shoulder pushed me a little closer to release. I fought it back, slowing my strokes, raining kisses down her neck and nipping at the soft skin behind her ear. I shifted her legs, pressing her knees up to her chest as I went deep, then released them to wrap around me as I went shallow.

  I wanted so badly for her to peak beneath me. I wanted her to explode like nothing she’d ever experienced. I dug my fingers into her soft, round ass and jerked into her hard, then circled my hips, fully impaled, and did it again. Repeating the motions until her gasping breaths became more frantic.

  Suddenly, she let out a raw, ragged cry as she tightened around me, almost a scream against my chest, before she went wild underneath me. Clawing and sobbing as she shook. The pulsing contractions of her pussy around me finished me off, and I exploded inside her with a hoarse groan.

  My muscles felt liquid. My bones felt pliable. And for a split second, I felt almost numb.

  She was like nothing I’d ever felt. The furious need and the wild way she made me lose control. I could still feel her pulsing around me, coaxing it all out of me. Releasing my energy into her body.

  I wanted to stay there, just like that, forever.

  I wanted more. More of this, but even more of her.

  I wanted her bare, I wanted to feel the silky slide of her skin around me with nothing between us, not even a fine layer of latex.

  Lying there on her and in her at the top of a mountain pass in the pale moonlight, I started yearning for more. A love like the ones depicted in old movies… like Ilsa and Rick in Casablanca.

  Well, maybe not like Ilsa and Rick. They were torn apart by war and didn’t even get a happy ever after. She married some guy named Victor and flew off to America. He had to settle for a bromance with some French dude.

  So, maybe more like what my parents had. The American dream with two-point-five kids, something that would last for the rest of my life.

  Justin would kick my ass if he knew what all was going through my mind.

  It was absolutely insane.

  I’d known her for a couple months overall, and most of that had been without much interaction. Just glances and polite smiles. A few words here and there in the past few weeks. In reality, my own fascination with her hit me with an intensity that terrified me.

  In spite of the trepidation, the uncertainty and desperation that whirled in my mind, I couldn’t pull away. I wanted to stay buried inside her forever.

  I lifted my head, looking down at her and smoothing the hair back from her face. Her thick lashes opened, her fingertips lifted to trace my jaw as she studied my face.

  But one thing about her made my chest ache, made my stomach feel hollow.

  Even though she looked sated and, frankly, very well-fucked, her eyes looked sad.

  But why? Everything inside me wanted to fix her. To take her pain away. Yet she wouldn’t tell me anything. I needed more time with her, to get her to open up to me and trust me. To let me help her.

  “Come home with me tonight,” I said, tracing my fingers down her cheek.

  Her gaze instantly brimmed with unshed tears and her lip trembled. “I can’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Please,” she whispered, “Cody, please don’t ask me why. Please don’t ask me to explain. I can’t tell you.” She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as the tears crested and began to leak out. “I can’t… just… just hold me… for a little while.”

  I wanted to push it. I wanted to know what she was hiding, why she was hurting. I had the most powerful urge to help her, somehow, even though she gave no clues as to what was wrong.

  “Please,” she choked out, burying her face in my neck and pressing tight up against me. Her body trembled, shivering in the chill of the night air.

  I folded her tighter in my arms and pulled her up with me, still joined so intimately, as I rose to a kneeling position. She barely moved on her own, only clutching me a little tighter, pressing her face a little more firmly against the pulse beating in my neck. I had pulled my jacket up with her and used it to cover her chilled skin, trapping in the heat of our bodies.

  Still she held on to me. Still, tremors shook her, and I felt warm, wet tears seep against my skin, down to the neckline of my T-shirt.

  So, as much as I wanted to know, to help her and heal her, to do something for her… I didn’t push her anymore. I held her as the last traces of daylight faded into night and the stars began to glimmer in the darkening sky. After a long while, her trembling ceased, and she kissed the damp shoulder of my shirt.

  She lifted her head, studying me in the darkness, and reached up to kiss me gently. Sweet and full of emotion. Telling me with the touch of her
lips what she couldn’t say out loud.

  She was falling for me. Hard and fast. She didn’t want to and felt like she shouldn’t, but she was all the same.

  And I responded with a wordless promise of my own.

  I, having already fallen, would be there to catch her.

  The ride back down the mountain felt different. I felt different.

  Ilsa’s hands splayed out across my abs, as though she was trying to touch as much of me as possible. Her head rested against my back, her cheek pressed against my shirt. Instead of holding onto me, she was simply holding me. She was emotion itself, the entire spectrum wrapped around me. Peaceful and tumultuous, twisted together. Desolate, yet content, as impossible as that sounds.

  We pulled into the back of the Copperline and stopped next to her car. The lot was calm with the unobtrusive Wednesday night crowd inside relaxing. Saving their energy for the next few days when the place would be hopping.

  I turned off my bike, and waited for her to do or say something. To climb off the back and leave or to change her mind and stay. The longer we sat, the more I thought she might come with me after all.

  Cupping my hand over hers, I turned my head to speak quietly over my shoulder. “You should come home with me, Ils.”

  Her breath caught as she drew it in, a choppy sound that displayed her uncertainty and her want. Turning her face slightly, I felt her press a kiss on the center of my back before her hands loosened and she climbed off my bike. She stood beside me, searching my eyes, like she was trying to tell me something without saying anything.

  “Thank you for this,” she finally whispered, barely audible over the hum of the jukebox emanating from the bar. “Tonight was… beautiful.”

  “It could be more,” I replied in a low tone. My hand swept along her cheek and she closed her eyes, almost in pain.

  “No, it can’t, Cody.”

  “Tell me why,” I tried again, but she only shook her head.

  “Please don’t,” she whispered.

  I curled my fingers into her hair and around the back of her head, pulling her closer for a tender kiss, then touched my forehead to hers. “I couldn’t help but ask.”