Page 52 of Deserving Lara
She felt ravenous. And she’dneverfelt this way. Like if she didn’t get more of this man, she’d break into a million pieces. She’d had sex before, but it had never felt…desperate. Necessary.
Moving decisively, Lara straddled Owl. His hands moved to her hips and held her steady as she fought to catch her breath. Slowly, she shifted so her hands went under his shirt and touched his bare stomach. He was warm, and she felt his muscles contract as she caressed him.
Smiling, loving the power she felt from being on top, Lara eased her hands higher. She couldn’t see what she was touching, but she felt his chest hair tickling her palms and when she reached his nipples, her grin widened as he arched into her touch. She played with the sensitive buds for a moment.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Owl told her. His eyes were slits now, as if it was difficult to keep them open. She could feel his cock under her but wasn’t alarmed by it. This was Owl. Every molecule in her body knew where she was and who she was with. She was safe. Owl would protect her.
An image popped into her brain while she caressed his chest…of him standing next to the bed in that damn basement in Arizona.
He’d been fierce in his determination to make sure no one touched her. Every muscle in his body taut, his hands in fists as he’d stood between her and Carter. His willingness to protect her, a stranger, had seeped into her consciousness even then. And throughout the time she’d been with him, she’d seen that courage and unselfishness time and time again.
And she was seeing it again now. He lay under her, every muscle tight, aroused, and yet he was giving her the reins. Letting her set the pace. It meant the world to her. It meant everything.
Leaning down, Lara kissed him again. Aggressively. And he let her take what she needed. But the thing was, she wanted everything. She wanted to consume Owl. Take what he’d offered time and time again. His strength. His confidence. It was selfish, but at the moment, Lara didn’t care.
She ripped her mouth from his and took a moment to relish the way his eyes were unfocused and how hard he was breathing. She slowly moved down his body, digging her nails into his chest a little as she went. His legs widened, giving her room. Lara pushed his shirt up, just a little, so she could get to the waistband of his boxers.
Looking up his body, she watched as Owl grabbed the pillows and scrunched them, raising his head a bit so he had a clearer view of what she was doing.
Grinning, Lara slowly drew his boxers down over his cock. She didn’t take them all the way off, but he lifted his ass, giving her room to pull the material as far as his thighs. She couldn’t wait to touch him long enough to move them any farther.
Taking his hard cock in her hand, she heard Owl hiss as she squeezed him. He wasn’t overly long, but he was thicker than anyone she’d been with. The purple head of his cock flexed as she gripped him.
“Holy shit, sweetheart. Please.”
“Please what?” she asked with a small smirk.
“Anything. Anything you want,” he replied.
This power was heady. Her choice had been stripped from her in the harshest way possible. She hadn’t been able to say yes or no. All she’d been able to do was endure a psychopath’s sick whims. Owl was giving back her power, and she’d never loved anyone more as a result.
Tightening her grip, Lara moved her hand up, then back down his shaft.
“Yes…” Owl hissed.
Looking at his face, you wouldn’t think he enjoyed what she was doing, but when a bead of precome formed at the head of his cock, it was obvious. His hands were in fists at his sides as he lay under her, completely at her mercy.
She only faltered for a moment as the scent of his desire hit her. The musky smell reminded her of being back in that basement, but she took a deep breath and concentrated on the here and now.
Looking down, she watched as she stroked him. How the soft skin of his cock moved with her hand. How his balls seemed to draw up as she stroked. Lara pushed her other hand under his shirt once more and tweaked his nipple even as she gripped his cock harder.
His hips rose at that, but he seemed to remember where he was and who he was with and lowered them back to the mattress. “I’m close to coming,” he warned her. “And I’m not sure if you want that or not.”
Even now, in the middle of his own pleasure, he was protecting her. Her love for him grew even bigger. Did she want him to come? Yes. Definitely. But like this? Probably not. She could almost hear Henley in her head, warning her to take baby steps rather than jump feet first into the deep end.
“I do,” she reassured him. “But…I don’t want it on me.”
Because she had her hand around his dick, she felt him deflate a little at her words, and she hated that.
“Come here,” Owl ordered, not letting her dwell on her demons.
Letting go of him reluctantly, Lara moved upward.
“More,” Owl said, gently putting his hands on her hips.
She moved up another inch.
