Uncovering You 6: Deliverance Page 2

  Jeremy groans. I’m not opposed to deriving a little pleasure from the back and forth motion of my hips, either. I’m sensitive and raw. But, there’s something so naughty about dry-humping him this way. I’m willing to ignore the slight discomfort.

  “Dammit, Lilly,” Jeremy growls. “That feels… Fuck!”

  I smile and press both palms against his chest. He’s stronger than I am and can easily resist. But, he gets the message. His back hits the bed and now I’m the one straddling him.

  Our eyes meet. There’s still a trace of leftover aggression in his, still a touch of that ever-present dominance. However, there’s also an unexpected softness. When he looks at me, from the prone position beneath me on the bed, I think I catch a glimpse of… vulnerability.

  I never thought I’d see it in Jeremy Stonehart—not after everything he’s put me through. Maybe I’m reading way too much into a single gaze. Maybe I’m just as lost and seduced by the ethereal shift that this moment has taken. But, somewhere, deep inside, I think that I might be getting through to him. I might—and this was unfathomable, even a week ago—actually be changing him.

  Or, it could be the hormones talking. God knows my head isn’t on straight at the moment. I should probably just stop thinking, quit analyzing, and lose myself in the night with him.

  But his eyes… his face… his strong, masculine features, which are given an extra depth, somehow, in the near pitch-black darkness of the bedroom . . . what I see in them is not something I can simply dismiss.

  Nothing’s changed, of course. The warning he gave me in the car still stands. The meeting with Fey, and her mother, tomorrow, could still have disastrous consequences for me.

  I’m not concerned with that. All I know, all I feel, is that somehow, somewhere, along the way from Stonehart shoving me against the wall and demanding that I give him sex, to now, when he’s looking up at me in that unexpectedly tender and warm way, he’s reverted to Jeremy.

  The transformation happened right before my eyes, and, though subtle, I can tell there is a difference.

  His hands circle my waist. I keep moving my hips, gyrating them around in slow, sensual circles. The fabric of his pants feels rough against my skin. I can feel his cock straining against the confines of the pants. Desire pools on his face.

  “You took your time with me,” I say, shooting him a look. I run my hands over the firm ridges of his body, loving the way his abs tighten under my fingers with every breath. “I think, maybe, it’s my turn to do the same to you.”

  I bend down and kiss him. He reciprocates instantly, holding nothing back. His tongue explores my mouth, curling at the corner of my lips in that seductive motion he’s made me a slave to.

  I start moving my mouth down his body, exploring the hard firmness of his muscles with my tongue. Kiss, kiss, nip. Down his neck. Kiss, kiss, nip. Over his stomach. Kiss, kiss, nip. Back to his chest, gripping his nipple in my teeth and tugging back like he did to me.

  “Lilly—”

  I fling my head up, making my hair fly away from my face. Jeremy sounds hoarse, his voice threaded with desire.

  I don’t say anything. Instead, I continue my exploration of his body with my mouth. I scrape my teeth over the midline of his abs, dipping up and down the subtle edges of muscle. I bite and pull on his skin, continuing to work my way lower and lower.

  My mouth reaches his belt buckle. I trace it with my tongue, and then spread my palms on either side of his crotch. I bring my head down and nuzzle my face against his erection.

  “Fuck, woman,” Jeremy growls. “You’re such… a… fucking… tease.”

  His sentence is broken into fragments by every sweep I make over him.

  “You’re the one who still has his pants on,” I tell him. “But, I think I know how to fix that.”

  By now, I’ve cooled down enough from the high of the previous climax that I am certainly ready for him again. No! I’m way past being ready. I am fired up, aching, and needy. The façade I put up about going slow holds no sway over me anymore.

  It’s time to get to what we both so desperately want.

  My hands fly to unzip his pants. Jeremy makes a sound of mixed pleasure and relief as his cock springs free. It’s thick, hard, and pounding with blood. It’s so close to my face that I can feel the heat it gives off.

  “You went down on me,” I say. “Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

  Jeremy’s body strains as he lifts his head up to look at me. I maintain eye contact, offering a shy smile… and then lick once up the side of his cock.

  He shudders and falls back. I’ve never willingly taken him in my mouth before. It’s always been forced on me--either in his office or in the dark or somewhere else meant to be demeaning.

  As a way for me to retain some of my dignity, I never gave head with my full intent.

  But I do now. My lips curl around him and I draw him deep into my mouth. I suck over the tip, tracing my tongue down to the ridge of the head. I brush my fingers lightly over his balls, and then lick up and down the underside of his penis, over the thick, pulsing veins. He moans in deep pleasure.

  I start to suck and lick and stroke him with my hands. I’m rewarded by the renewed, nearly desperate groans that Jeremy starts making above me.

  If he knew that I had held back before… but, he’s no idiot. Of course he’d know that there’s a difference between forced sex and consensual sex.

  “Fuck, woman,” Jeremy growls. He digs his hands into my hair to guide my movements. I let him take over, the sloshy noises sounding supremely dirty. Once, they would have filled me with disgust. Now, all they do is arouse me.

  Jeremy’s cock hits the back of my throat, again and again and again. He starts pumping his hips into me, almost making me gag. I keep going, determined not to falter now. I can feel his cock straining, growing even bigger. I suspect he’s getting close. I want his release inside my mouth. I want to feel the heat of his cum and know that I am the one who made him climax. That I am the one who made him lose his mind.

  “Lilly…,” he pants. ”Fuck, Lilly . . . just . . . Fuck!”

  He roars and comes. His orgasm is punctuated by a series of rolling shudders that take control of his body. Both his hands clamp into my hair and he holds my head tight to him.

  He relents. I lift my head and look up at him. His whole body is gleaming with sweat, the trimmed hairs on his chest glistening with those glorious drops. I make sure he’s watching as I collect the bit of semen leaking down my chin and bring it into my mouth to suck it dry.

  I swallow. A new wave of arousal hits me as I see the look in Jeremy’s eyes. Doing it like this . . . accepting any man like this . . . is something that has always felt so taboo, so far outside my comfort zone. I never even imagined myself doing it willingly. But, tonight, with Jeremy … well, something wild and undeniable has taken hold of me.

  It’s transformed me into someone else. No! It’s transformed me into someone I never thought myself possible of being.

  A sexual deviant? Perhaps not. Well, perhaps, not yet. But if I’m ever going to go down that path, this type of enjoyment certainly feels like the first step.

  And we haven’t even had intercourse yet.

  I rest my face against his thigh. He starts to stroke my hair. It’s a gentle touch. We stay like that, together, each lost in our own thoughts.

  Then Jeremy’s cock starts to twitch to life again.

  “So soon?” I ask, unable to hide a smirk.

  “Unless you’re opposed,” he says. But I know he doesn’t mean that. Even if I were opposed, his quickly-thickening shaft would need relief somehow. And I’m definitely still aching for more.

  “Hell no,” I say. “But let’s get properly naked first.”

  Those words spark something raw in both of us.

  Jeremy scrambles up and pins me to the bed. The energy is back; the languidity, gone. Passion and excitement and sweltering heat cackles through the air. He kisses me, and I moan into hi
s mouth as his cock pressed into my cleft.

  Hastily, I reach down to strip his pants all the way off, squeezing his perfect ass as I do. He helps me, shifting out of the last piece of clothing he has on from the evening. He pulls me up, and I lift my hands as he tugs the thin sliver of a dress over my head.

  Then our mouths are joined again. Our tongues clash in an intoxicating mix of passion and desire and animal lust.

  Jeremy falls on top of me. I scissor my legs around his back and try to spin us over so that I’m straddling him. He resists the change of position with frustratingly little difficulty.

  “Oh no,” he rumbles in my ear. “When we fuck, we’re going to fuck on my terms.”

  The last two words come as an almost-savage growl. “I’m going to do you hard and fast, Lilly-flower.” He angles his hips so that his shaft presses against my belly. Heat spreads through my body at the delicious touch.

  I bite my lip. Anticipation tingles through me with every sinful word. “Yes,” I tell him.

  “Yes what?” he growls.

  “Yes, please?” I try.

  “Not good enough.”

  “Jeremy…!”

  He clicks his tongue. One hand tightens on my throat. He forces my head to the side, and rasps in my ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

  “Please, Jeremy,” I pant. My breasts are heavy and tender, trapped between our bodies. This is the type of dominance I’d been expecting from him. It’s the type of dominance I’ve started to crave. “Please, Jeremy, fuck me now!”

  “Better,” he says. “But I want to know how ready for me you are. Because when we begin …” he grazes his cheek over my jawline, the stubble scratching my skin, “… I’m holding nothing back.”

  “Jeremy, please! Please, just fuck me!”

  “That’s better,” he growls. And with a shift of his body and a twist of his hips, he plunges deep inside me.

  I gasp at the oh-so-welcome intrusion. He’s thick and hot and makes me feel deliciously stretched. He starts to pound his hips, every push sending spasms of pleasure through my body.

  He grabs one of my hands. But, instead of pinning it back, as I thought he’d do, he presses our palms together and links our fingers. He does the same with my other hand, gripping me tight, all the while continuing to pulse into me.

  My gasps and moans couple with his lustful grunts. His pounding takes on an animal ferocity. That tender linking of our hands, that extra connection between our bodies, somehow softens the unadulterated edge. The sounds of pure, raw sex fill the air. His smells invade my nostrils, his taste is hot in my mouth.

  I move my hips in motion with his, squeezing with my inner muscles, desperate to increase the friction between us. Jeremy growls and goes even faster, even harder, slamming into me with unrelenting force. The bed creaks. I feel like I’m being split in two. The way he goes about it, holding nothing back, is almost frightening in its intensity. To know that I can cause such passion in this man, that I am the one who can elicit such a strong response in him makes me feel wholly… completely… and fully…

  His.

  I’m being dominated. I’m being taken. I’m giving myself up with no resistance or caution or remorse. Any former trepidation is thrown to the wind as I lose myself in the throes of Jeremy’s unrelenting passion.

  He gasps my name as he shoots into me. The second climax takes his body in another violent shudder. I’m close, too. So close, but not there yet.

  Jeremy senses it. He knows it. Before he’s down he brings his hand down and urges me toward my own release.

  “Come for me, Lilly-flower,” he pants. “Come for me now!”

  The orgasm erupts on demand. It shoots through me with unrestrained ferocity, propelled by the fervor of his words.

  When it’s done, and I’m left gasping and exhausted and raw and utterly fulfilled, there beneath Jeremy Stonehart, he nuzzles his face by my ear, relaxes his body, and whispers:

  “I think I might be falling for you.”

  Chapter Three

  I wake up the next morning to the blare of an alarm clock. The sound makes me jolt upright, heart pounding. I didn’t set it.

  I don’t remember the last time I’ve been wakened by an alarm. It must have been before my captivity began.

  Captivity. Huh. I look around the room, and, finding it empty, consider that word. It’s an interesting choice after last night.

  How else can I refer to my life since being ripped away from Yale? There are no euphemisms to match. I don’t want euphemisms. They imply fear. They avoid the term’s true meaning.

  And yet… “captivity” does not seem like the right word. Not anymore. Not after the way Jeremy—yes, Jeremy, not Stonehart – shifted from his aggressive, dominant persona to the softer, gentler side last night. It happened in the least expected moment, when emotions were running wild. I was still strung out by fear, and he was still agitated by the encounter with Thalia.

  And then we had sex… crazy, mind-blowing sex … which I thought would just be him taking from me. Taking, taking, and never giving back.

  But it wasn’t. The aggression was still there. It was still the outlet for all of our screwed up emotions, for all the shifting and changing desires and thoughts and passions swirling through our heads. But, sex was meaningful last night. Meaningful in a way I could have never expected. Meaningful because it was so different from any we’ve had before.

  In the past, there existed a clear dichotomy in my mind. Sex with Stonehart would be harsh, fast, and forceful. It was him doing whatever he wanted to me. It was him ravishing my body based on the false allowance of the contract. It was him treating me as little more than an empty vessel for his perverse fantasies.

  Then there was sex with Jeremy. The first time it happened—though I did not appreciate the distinction back then—was when he took my hand and led me to his bedroom. That night, at the very beginning of my stay with him, he’d been soft, gentle, and caring. He showed me a side of him that I’d never glimpsed before. A side that I could have never suspected existed, when I was locked in the middle of the sunroom with the pillar at my back.

  From there, the sex continued—based on his moods. I could tell, in advance, which side I’d get. I could tell from the way he looked at me, from the way he acted and reacted to my actions and comments.

  That’s when things had been clear. Yes, my life had been surrounded by uncertainty about the future, about his intentions, about what would come next. But, at least, in that single element, the distinction had been clean. If he was pissed, angry, or moody, I’d get Stonehart sex. If he was calm, relaxed, and carefree, I’d get Jeremy sex.

  And yet, last night, the lines blurred. Ever since I woke in the bedroom of his tropical villa, ever since the night he’d removed the collar and been so gentle, so sweet to me in the aftermath, I’d only experienced the Jeremy-side of him.

  Until the encounter with Thalia last night. On the ride to this hotel, he’d been brooding. I could sense his anger building. The silence terrified me. I thought it signified a step back to our old dynamic. I thought he’d changed his mind, and I was again his unwilling prisoner, his captive, his slave. His submissive. I thought that all the freedoms I’d glimpsed in our time in the sun would be wiped away, no more solid than the specter of an illusion. He’d go back to being Stonehart.

  To being Stonehart, and remaining Stonehart, for good.

  I feared that the appearance of someone from my past life would trigger it. That it would remind him of the reasons he’s doing this to me—which I’m still not privy to—and that we would carom back to the uneasy existence where I was trapped in his mansion and absolutely helpless to fend for myself.

  But that hadn’t proven to be the case. Jeremy had been fuming when we reached the building. He was in a mood for violence. I did not think anything but the roughest sex would satiate him. I expected him to take full control of my body, the way he’d done every night when I was trapped on the armchair in the dark.
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  And that’s how things began. But, at a certain point, for a certain reason, his mood… shifted.

  Or maybe it’s better to say that his personality shifted—that he slipped back to being Jeremy. The anger and dominance and aggression were all still there. You can’t just smother such fiery emotions through will alone, no matter who you are. But, they became buffered by something else inside of him. Something—and it’s still astounding for me to think of it this way—caused by me.

  Or rather, by his concern for me. After last night, I have no further doubt: On some level, Jeremy Stonehart does care for me.

  I sigh heavily and look around the room. The alarm stopped a long time ago. I must have turned it off while lost in my thoughts. There’s no sign of Jeremy. Where is the man?

  I frown. Maybe the sensation of waking up to find the bed empty was what made me jolt upright with so much adrenaline when I woke. Perhaps it was not the incessant blaring. After the words he whispered in my ear before he fell asleep, I expected to find him close by.

  I think I might be falling for you, he’d said. Was that an admission—his first admission—of love?

  No. I shake my head. Love and Jeremy Stonehart go together about as well as oil and water. No two concepts can be any further part. He told me part of his life story. Everything he’s done, everything he’s created for himself. The cold, lonely empire he’d built had been predicated on the precise absence of that feeling. On the outright denial of it.

  I wonder, for a tentative moment, how far back the damage might run. I know only bits and pieces of his childhood. I know that his mother was important to him. I know that he loathed his father and his brothers.

  I also know that the deep-rooted issues that are evident in his behavior now must have originated there. To understand Jeremy…to really understand the man… I have to know exactly what happened in his childhood.

  I push myself up. The Caribbean sun shines brightly through the windows of the room. Last night, I didn’t get a chance to see how high up we are. But now, looking out at the beautiful, glistening ocean, at the majestic palms lining the stark white beach, I can tell that this is one of the highest suites in the city.