The Waking

  She glanced down then back up at him, mouth as wide as her eyes before they slowly turned squinty with her finger aimed at him. “I am a scientist! I have eight million thoughts a second!”

  “Well must your mouth engage every single one?”

  “I could lose my train of thought!”

  “God forbid!” he cried.

  She nodded at him as he continued to pace. “Well excuse me for not being as bright as you Mr. useless bra parables.”

  “It was a parallel.”

  “It was stupid, is the point. And by the godblessit way, I’m waiting for an apology.”

  He couldn’t believe his ears. “For what?”

  “Not believing me about God, that’s what. Told you I was right.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her crossed leg bouncing over the other.

  “Well I’m sorry Isadore that I didn’t believe that you knew your God was real. I believe my faith wavered at your ignorance on so many spiritual fronts. You can’t fault me for not believing in something you can’t even explain.”

  She stood at that and put her hands on her hips. “If you’re referring to me knowing about love, I do. Don’t be mad at me because you can’t get it.”

  Ruin stormed to her. “What is love, Isadore? Is it going to the pool showing ninety-eight percent of your body to anybody who would look? Is it being with a man you don’t even know?”

  “You should know, you were letting fifty girls hang on you like a bunch of . . . horny . . . cockroaches and then you have the nerve to zap all the water out of the pool and nearly kill us like a lunatic!”

  “You provoked me!”

  “You provoked me!”

  “How? By driving better than you?”

  “No, Mr. I’m going to the pool half-naked.”

  “You’re angry that I did what you planned before you could?”

  “Aha!” her eyes went slitty again. “You did do that on purpose! You did provoke me, too, I knew it!” She nodded now. “Some angel you are. No wonder you got in trouble and now I have to go watch you do whatever you have to go do. And what is it by the way, what did he do to you? Where do we have to go and am I going to recover from whatever it is you’ve brought upon us?”

  Flabbergasted was the closest word to describing Ruin in that second. “Me?” A power slithered through his body like a snake of fire, beginning at the tattoos that man-being had touched. “I’m the one that brought this on us?”

  Isadore slowly backed away until she encountered a wall behind her. Ruin stood, looking down into her upturned face now full of uncertainty. “I should have punished you before this ever happened. And then this wouldn’t be happening,” he whispered. “Because of you and your childishness, we’re in this trouble. I should have punished you from the beginning. Not myself. You!”

  Ruin had gotten close enough to feel her warm breaths against his mouth. He tasted fear and snarled, which made the new emotions stronger, and him angrier. Made him certain of only one thing now. Only one thing suddenly mattered in all of the world.

  “Before we leave this place, Isadore, before we do any one thing . . . you are going to let me have my way with you. And you will not fight me.” He cupped her mound beneath the thick denim. “I am going to do things to you. I am going to taste you. Right here.” He squeezed firmly and she answered with erratic gasps and whimpers. “I’m going to open your legs so very wide, Isadore. And I’m going to storm your secrets with my lips and tongue until you’re pulling my hair harder than ever, begging me harder than ever.” His breath shook with his intentions as he moved his hand in possessive circles. “Is it very clear?”

  Chapter Nine

  Isadore’s head fell back against the wall, showing him the flush of desire in her cheeks.

  “You will beg me,” he continued. “You will pump yourself on my finger. On my mouth. On my tongue.” He lowered his lips to her cheek and moved along her jaw. “And you will . . . ” Ruin rocked his erection slowly against her hip, “pump yourself on my cock.” He latched his hand on her ass and moved her on him, dizzy with the whimpers she answered him with. “This is what you need.” He placed his knee between her thighs and moved her throbbing secrets along him. “This is what I need.” Ruin’s breath shuddered out as he bit her parted lips. “No . . . this is what I want.”

  “Yes,” Isadore whispered in desperate surrender. “Please, yes.”

  He knew she wanted him to. Had been wanting him since the moment she’d first seen him, and had been fighting that want. But the heat in his body wasn’t like the other heat. In many ways it was, but instead of wanting to punish him and deny him pleasure, it wanted to appease him, now, and oh so slowly and thoroughly.

  “I’m going to command you.” Ruin gasped the warning but waited. Although the power to destroy and consume had roused inside him, he also sensed it wanted this, wanted to feed from this somehow. Could he maintain that control was the question.

  “Yes, please.” She nodded, her eyes locked on his, begging him.

  The power answered for him, and he gripped her face with one hand, fighting to harness it even as he worked her secrets on his leg with a sensual perfection. “I need your confessions, Isadore. Tell me you want this.”

  “I want this,” she breathed.

  “Exactly what do you want, Isadore. Tell me. In detail.”

  She answered first with a gasp. “I want . . . I want you doing this. Pressing . . . ”

  Ruin kissed softly at her mouth, tasting her words, her desire. “Pressing what? Say the word.”

  “My . . . clit.”

  “Your clit,” he whispered. “How does your clit feel right now?”

  “So hot,” she gave tiny grunts. “I need you to . . . to . . . ”

  “Say it.”

  “Lick it.”

  Ruin groaned and licked her upper lip. “Say all of it. All at once.”

  “I want . . . you to lick my clit. And suck it. And finger me. All at once.”

  Ruin froze with a growl, as the power became volatile and more than he could handle. He finally broke away from her and put some distance between them, pacing at the end of the bed. There was no turning back, no denying this power’s desire to feed his desires. There was only harnessing and controlling it.

  “Undress, Isadore. And do it very, very slowly. I need to see every inch of you.” Ruin felt the power in his words as he removed his underwear and held his cock with one hand, keeping his eyes riveted to her as she began to obey.

  Their combined desire filled the room, the mix of his feral and her delicate sounds feeding his power. He stood with legs planted firmly apart, mentally anchoring himself in control. “Right there,” he ordered. “At the foot of the bed. Don’t come closer yet.” She’d removed everything but panties and bra. Delicate white lace hid her, a taunt and beg to his jealousy. “Turn.”

  She slowly spun and stood with her back to him. He took in the view beginning with her brown hair, thick and silky between her shoulder blades. At reaching the full curve of her hips and ass, he hissed and gripped his cock harder at realizing what he’d both tasted and felt on his lips and tongue, on his fingers, would soon envelope his cock entirely.

  “Hold your knees.”

  Without turning, she bent her upper body forward and Ruin groaned at seeing the lacy white pushing out at the peak of her thighs.

  “Spread your legs now.” Ruin went to the foot of the bed and sat, in reach, his gaze locked on that delicate strip of lace between her legs. “Slide your fingers over what you want me to touch. On top of your panties.” She did as he said and Ruin hissed. “I’m stroking my cock while I watch you. Are your panties wet? Isadore, I can smell you from here.” He opened his legs and held his testicles, the strange fire making him feel dizzy and lightheaded. She reached her fingers all the way to her ass and Ruin groaned. “You want me to touch you there?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, desire making the word faint and breathless.

  “With my finger? Tell me wha
t you want on it.”

  “Your . . . finger and . . . ”

  “Oh fuck Isadore you’re so good. I know you think you’re bad for wanting that, but you’re not, you’re so good to want my tongue on your pretty ass, that’s what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  “It makes my cock impossibly hard knowing you want that. And I happen to know that you like doing that to my cock. I’m going to make you suck it again. Watching your lips around me is unbelievable.” She cried out, stroking her folds faster. “Push your panties down a little.”

  She lowered them and Ruin grabbed her hips and moved her just before him. He slid his fingers along the bare folds. “So wet Isadore. So very delicious and wet. I love the way you taste, the way you feel on my lips and tongue.” He gripped her hips tight and barely dipped a finger inside her. “Hold on to your knees while I tease you and make you beg.”

  Doing as told, she gasped and looked back. “Do it.”

  Ruin leaned and bit her ass, then kissed and sucked it, teasing her slit with his middle finger. “I’m wet for you, too, Isadore. Do you hear it as I stroke my hand over my cock?”

  “I want to suck you,” she pleaded. “Please let me.”

  “Not yet. Hold your ankles.”

  She whimpered and obeyed him and Ruin grabbed her hips with both hands. With a groan, he leaned and tickled her ass with little flicks of his tongue. “Is that what you wanted sweet Isadore?”

  “Yes!”

  He slid his finger slowly inside her and added more flicks to her tight exit, burying his finger to the hilt. “Be still. Move when I say. How I say.” She gave him tiny moans and whimpers as he slowly worked his finger in and out of her, moving to lick the silk at her entrance. “I love the taste of you. What does your clit feel like?”

  “Hot,” she gasped. “So hot. Please lick it.”

  “When I’m ready. I want you trembling first. I love when you’re trembling with need. Why do I love that so much?” he whispered to himself. He sucked one of her full petals into his mouth, the feel of its softness spiking power in his blood, making him suck harder until she gasped.

  He paused and stared at her secrets, stroking a hand along her thighs, feeling her silky curves while still moving his finger in and out of her, hitting that spot deep inside then slowly withdrawing to tease at her opening. “My cock is so ready for you.” She gave a little cry at his confession. “You like that, I know. It fascinates me that you like to give me pleasure more than receive it.” He fingered her faster now.

  “You’re going to take all of me into your pretty mouth. After I get you close.” He focused on fingering her, loving the sound of him moving in and out of her, loving the way she spoke to him in that wordless language, especially loving the control he had over her pleasure. Ruin gasped, ready to have his turn now. “Get on your knees and face me.”

  Ruin reached out and steadied her with a hand when she turned too quickly and made herself dizzy.

  She knelt before him and he stroked the hair along her face. “Slowly, Isadore. I want you to go slowly. I want this to last.” Forever. Which he knew was illogical but he wanted it nonetheless. He pushed the hair behind her ears, wanting to see her pretty face while she sucked him. “Open my legs.” Ruin placed his palms on the bed behind him, desire making the command harsh.

  Isadore didn’t seem to notice as she placed her hands just above his knees and then looked up at him. Power jerked in his body at the connection of their gaze and his heart became erratic in his chest as she held the link and did just as he said. Slowly opened his legs. Ruin clutched the covers in a vicious grip and his mouth opened for more oxygen. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

  The sincere words sent need burning through him, rocking his hips hard. “Take hold of my cock with both hands.”

  She slowly lowered her gaze along his body, her firm fingers raking the taut muscles on the inside of his thighs as she complied with his command. Ruin fought the urge to change the directive to faster. He wanted slow. Longer. But he was beginning to realize her delicate touch and measured pace had his power careening out of control faster than ever, making him constantly hostage to the need to control it.

  She grabbed his cock at the base then looked up, her flush cheeks and hooded eyes telling him she was eager for her next orders. Not as eager as him. “Tease it with your tongue. Until I’m burning with need.”

  Her breath rushed out as she leaned in then paused with her mouth next to his cock. She slid her closed lips over the thick edge, her eyes shutting with a light moan. Ruin decided yes, that was even better. He rocked his hips with shaky breaths as she slid the head of his cock all over her closed lips with an extreme delicateness that sent that fire roaring through him.

  “You’re so silky and hard.” She licked the slit just barely and Ruin shot out a gasp.

  “Yes, Isadore. Tease it right there.” He still gripped the bedcovers tightly, not trusting himself to let go. She fluttered the tip of her tongue over the slit then rim, making him hiss and roll his hips hard and slow.

  She caressed his balls with her other hand, her fingers and nails dancing along the taut skin while gripping his base possessively, her tongue raining fire on the head of his cock. He let his head fall back, forgetting orders, forgetting reason and lessons to be taught. “I can’t stand it, Isadore. I need to feel the back of your throat. Suck me hard and deep,” he gasped. “Now.”

  A whimper of hunger came just before heat enveloped his cock entirely. Ruin gritted his teeth with a growl, rolling his hips then flicking them when he was buried in her mouth, very close to losing control with her high-pitched moans vibrating through his cock. He fought the wave of lava in his groin, so ready to give in to it, and yet so ready to resist it.

  “Stop!” Ruin nearly shouted as he stared at her before him, kneeling obediently, ready for his next order. Her lips were shiny and inviting as she retained a firm grip on the base of his cock.

  “Command me.” She very much liked being commanded and the idea opened up a world of ideas and possibilities he wanted to explore.

  He stared down at himself. “Slowly . . . remove your hand.” He felt he might explode if she moved too suddenly. “Get naked now. You will force me to eat your secrets.”

  She gasped and stood, removing her bra and panties.

  Ruin noted the tremble in her limbs as he moved back to lay on the bed and it made him desperate. “I want your pretty secrets on my mouth. Right now. Do it now.”

  She climbed over his body, her knees straddling his legs. Ruin watched her hot folds brush against his length as she went. He realized she did that on purpose. A tease. A tempting. It was very near . . . bad and yet . . . so very good. “You like teasing, Isadore?” He eyes the peaks of her breast as she grazed them along his abs now. “I’m definitely going to explore the definition on you from now on.”

  The sultry sexy look on her face as she placed her knees on either side of his head, stole his breath. She had reached her point of no care, but pleasure. He stared as she slid her finger inside herself then removed it, coating his lower lip with her essence. Ruin growled and sucked her finger into his mouth, nearly climaxing at her gesture.

  “Make me, Isadore,” he whispered, staring up the line of her body.

  She placed his arms out at his sides and pinned them to the bed with her knees. Then she held his head down with both hands and grazed his mouth with her opened folds. “No licking yet,” she gasped. Ruin had never experienced so much need and torment as he did with that command. In ten seconds of her forcing him to feel her hot folds against his mouth, he was beyond delirious. He kissed them, nipped at them softly with his lips, fighting with his tongue’s need to taste.

  She held herself open then with one hand, still holding his head down. “Lick my clit now,” she cried. He groaned in ecstasy and flicked the tip of her clit. “Yes,” she cried out. “Like that. Just like that.”

  Ruin obeyed with perfection and soon she was at the
brink. She sat fully, pressing all that softness firmly onto his mouth.

  “Suck me,” she whimpered, twirling her hips in circles. “Suck my clit, please, do it!”

  Ruin needed harder restraints. No, he needed to grab her hips and help. Breaking free of her knees, he latched his fingers onto her hips and ass, and moved her on his mouth with delicate jerks, keeping her clit in a succulent prison of suction as he did. Her cries peaked in seconds and he knew he would make her orgasm this way. She was going to orgasm many ways this time. He groaned on her, adding vibration to the ecstasy. She latched fingers into his hair and the gesture forced her breasts together as she came on his mouth, came with a violent storm of shudders and jerks. He watched her stomach spasm with the literal waves of pleasure, longed to capture her hardened nipples between his teeth while she spent herself perfectly on him. The feeling that gave Ruin was hard to name. Honor maybe. Pride that he had this power. To him it was far greater than his ability to obliterate things with fire.

  Ruin raced his hands all over her, needing to feel her silky skin even as she fell off him and collapsed onto her back on the bed. With a hungry growl, Ruin rolled on top of her, stroking his cock between her thighs, pinning her neck with his hand and kissing her. He loved the feel of her pulse, the hard thudding as it raced out of control, telling him how well he’d done.

  He’d done very well.

  Her fingers were in his hair again, her legs opening, wrapping his hips until his erection pressed against hot folds. He stroked her tongue with his, groaning into her mouth, tempted to get to that right in that second. Soon enough. He needed to see her in other ways first. And before it was over, she’d get on top of him like he’d seen the two on television do. It made him think of so many possibilities and positions and angles, wondering how each would feel.

  “Now, Ruin. Make love to me.”

  The power inside him erupted in a fury and Ruin fought the sudden feeling of . . . anger. Make love?