Canvas (The Program Book 1) Page 10

  Touch me, stroke me, fuck me…!

  He slides his hand down between my legs, over my folds, as a fingertip traces the crevice in the center, then his palm curves around my ass cheek, then glides up the underside of my thigh. He lifts my knee and spreads my legs.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God…

  I’m almost panting.

  He slides his hand down the inside of my thigh, then over my sex.

  Dear God, PLEASE.

  He covers his palm with my wetness and rubs it over the insides of both my thighs, keeping my legs spread.

  Touch me, enter me, stroke me inside…

  Returning his hand to rest on first one knee, then the other, he scrawls my lust across my flesh, tattooing both my legs in my arousal.

  His hand slips down behind my leg and moves to grasp my calf. He straightens my leg. I feel him shift, then I gasp when his tongue glides over the thin skin at the back of my knee.

  I moan.

  Loud.

  Then the marker licks me there.

  More. Please…more…

  I hear a soft thump, then he gently clasps my hands again. He lowers them to rest them right where he marked me at my hipbones.

  I feel his warm breath. His hands haven’t moved from on top of mine.

  I pant.

  Yes, I pant, and I almost whimper.

  I need.

  I need so bad.

  “Touch,” he says, it’s a rough whisper.

  I don’t open my eyes. At first I freeze. Then his hands begin to guide me.

  It’s slow and delicate. He straightens my finger and begins to lightly trace the words he wrote on my flesh, our fingers gliding together.

  It’s a simple touch, but so erotic.

  Then he releases me. I don’t stop. Behind my eyelids, it’s him I see, it’s his hands caressing me, stroking me, floating over my skin.

  I visit every single inch of my body he’s marked.

  It’s one of the most hedonistic things I’ve ever experienced. It’s intoxicating, it’s selfish, it’s sexy and I know Rock’s watching me.

  Then his hands are back on my body and he’s covering my breasts with a thick cream. His touch is strong and demanding, mine is soft like a whisper. My hunger makes me moan.

  From the heavy globes of my breasts, he glides his palms over my ribcage, then my hips, over my legs, up the insides of my thighs, to finally coat my sex with the thick creaminess.

  I’m writhing. I’m delirious on need, I want so bad, it hurts.

  His firm, powerful touch.

  My feather light caresses.

  I can’t stop myself. I clasp his hands and squeeze.

  He freezes.

  I freeze.

  Then he takes me with him. I don’t let go as he begins to move back over the words on my flesh. He wipes away the thick cream from each branding. When he’s finished, he takes both my hands in his, then places them on my breasts. Taking my nipples between my fingers, he guides me to flick them, twist them, tease them.

  Then he lets my hands go.

  It’s so good, I don’t stop.

  But it’s not enough.

  I don’t know how much time passes before his hands touch me again. They smear the cream all over me, then there’s a finger at my lips. I open my mouth and he slips it in.

  The cheesecake.

  “So good…,” he whispers roughly.

  It makes me shiver.

  My knees fall to the sides opening me up completely and I pinch my nipples tightly and pull.

  I feel his lips at my ear before I hear him.

  “Perfect, princess. You deserve a reward.”

  I moan.

  “Please, Rock…”

  His tongue flicks out and traces my ear as he growls.

  His lips travel down my neck, over my shoulder, until they claim the points clutched between my fingers.

  “Yessss…,” I hiss.

  His hand glides up the inside of my thigh to finally find my throbbing swollen clit.

  “YESYESYES.” I throw my head back and my spine arches off the bed.

  I come instantly.

  It’s not enough.

  I need more.

  He lifts from me as the last waves of my orgasm wash through me. I feel the soft flutter of the sheet cover me again, then he picks me up. I’m still drunk on the incredible experience. I don’t argue, I don’t ask where he’s taking me. I just hold onto him.

  We enter an open doorway in the middle of the hallway. It’s a bathroom and it’s huge. He sits me down on the counter then turns on the tub.

  “Don’t move,” he tells me roughly.

  Then he’s gone, only to return a minute later with the bottle of water and the peach.

  “Both of them, the whole thing,” he looks at me sternly.

  “Bossy,” I can finally speak.

  He grins, it’s so delicious. “You have no idea.”

  My whole body reacts with hunger.

  The little bit of satisfaction it had is nowhere near enough.

  “Show me,” I whisper.

  Our gazes collide. I don’t flinch. He remains stiff and in control

  “Summer,” he finally replies. His eyes are dark and intense, his breathing heavy.

  “Show me,” I say it again.

  The bath is filling up; steam is starting to rise from the water. I let the sheet fall to the floor, my invitation clear.

  His mouth crashes on mine, taking, seeking, owning, possessing. His hand tangles in my hair, full of cream and my arousal. My hands seek his body, I need to feel him and touch him.

  With my long strands wrapped in his fingers, he pulls my face away.

  “You want to know, princess?” his tone borders on a sneer and a plea.

  With my head tilted back, I look up at him, daring him to give me what he’s got.

  “Yes.”

  The corners of his mouth lift up. “Then I’ll show you. But not tonight.” He lifts me up and slowly lowers me in the tub. “Bath. I’ll wash you.”

  ROCK

  CHAPTER 12

  I’m not a damn saint.

  Why the hell am I not fucking her like she asked me to? Like I want to?

  What I just did to her was pay homage, I literally fucking adored her. I emblazoned the sensuous goddess that she is across her flesh, I captured it on her face, I brought her molten burning desire to the surface and stroked it, caressed it, and tasted it.

  It was so fucking good.

  All that heat needed an outlet.

  I gave her one.

  It was very small, but she got one. I touched her and made her come. It was only a sizzle.

  Apparently my little goddess needs a fucking explosion.

  She’s not the only one.

  “You’re kidding, right?” she sputters as I lower her into the hot bath water.

  I have to grit my teeth to fight back the curses I want to spew.

  I know I’m a fucking idiot, I should have my dick buried so far inside you, you wouldn’t be able to speak.

  Apparently I must have left my balls somewhere back at the shop the first time I spoke with Summer, because I haven’t used them, or my cock, since then.

  “No,” it takes every ounce of control to keep my tone even, “I’m not kidding. I told you the truth when I brought you here.” I let go of her sexy cheesecake covered body and straighten now that’s she’s submerged in the bathwater, my own front covered with the thick cream. “You’re here so I can take care of you. The sitting,” I wave my hand toward the door, “was something I couldn’t resist. I’ve wanted you,” and I fucking grin a hungry wolfish smirk at her, “for a very long time.” I shrug a shoulder, “I took advantage of you being here and did it because I didn’t know if you’d be back. Sue me.”

  Her face is flushed from her arousal, her eyes are big from her shock, her nipples are hard from the water lapping over them, and her sensuous lips are thin and tight.

  She’s totally pissed off.

&n
bsp; “Y..you…are you gay?” she asks me incredulously.

  My hands are poised, ready to open the button and zipper of my jeans so I can get in the shower and rinse off the cheesecake that’s starting to fall to the floor. I rip open my pants and shove them to the floor, along with my boxers, then kick them both to the side. I don’t bother to turn from her, I let her see what she fucking does to me. My hard dick should make that perfectly clear.

  Her eyes bulge and her mouth falls open when she sees my cock piercing.

  I grin.

  “Make no mistake, princess, there’s nothing more that I’d like to do to you right now than take you and make you beg for more.” My dick is so hard, it hurts. “But I’m not a scumbag, I don’t bring women here to fuck them under the pretense of art.” I approach her in the tub, her eyes get bigger and she pulls back. Gripping the edge of the tub, I lower my face so I’m right in hers. She has to hear every fucking thing I’m going to say. “Let me tell you a little of exactly what I’d like to do to you, just so we’re clear.”

  I wait for her to respond.

  “Okay,” she says quietly.

  “Good. First, just so you know, I fucking hate leaving you so needy. I know you need to come, and come hard. If you were mine, I’d tie you to the fucking bed and eat you until you came all over my face. That would be orgasm number one. Then I’d slip a plug in your tight little ass, roll that greedy little clit of yours between my lips for a while as I fingered you, rubbing that tender spot in your sweet pussy, until your fucking toes curled. Orgasm number two. Then I might,” I lower my gaze to her hard nipples taunting me in the water. Fuck it. I take one between a finger and thumb and tease it. “I might put some nipple clamps on these beautiful tits. Then I’d fuck you.” I inch my face closer to hers. “Hard.” I pinch her captured nipple. “Deep.” I stare into her eyes. “Then, princess, after we both explode, I’d tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock.” I let go of her nipple and straighten. “But only after I made sure you’ve been well taken care of.”

  I walk to the shower and turn it on. As I wait for the water to warm, I turn back to her.

  “Does that answer your question?” it comes out curt, more so than I meant it to.

  Summer’s staring at me, but she’s not really looking. Her eyes are glazed, her face is flushed, and her bent knees have fallen open. The water’s rippling with movement I can’t see under the surface.

  She’s touching herself, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

  My dick twitches and my balls tighten with a burst of need.

  “Those things…,” she whispers, “what you said…”

  I wrap my hand around my hard shaft and squeeze it. “You like it.”

  The color in her face deepens.

  “Yes.”

  Goddamn it!

  “Rock…”

  She’s going to push me. I have about a cunt hair of self-control, and she’s going to snap it.

  “Yes, princess.”

  “Pretend I’m yours…please.”

  Fucking SNAP.

  I turn and switch off the water in the shower, then climb into the bathtub with her.

  My body is strung so tight I feel like I can break in half. Every nerve ending is screaming at me to grab her by her hair and shove my cock down her throat.

  Instead, I fall to my knees straddling her legs and fucking kiss her. It isn’t sweet or romantic, it’s angry and domineering. It’s savage and commanding. It’s meant to hurt and bruise.

  I want to hurt her with my cock, fuck me, I want her to writhe like I am inside. I’d been beating myself up for taking advantage of her vulnerability and using her. Seducing her with the marker and my hands.

  I knew what the fuck I was doing.

  And now she’s the one making me pay.

  I wrap a hand around her throat and push her away from me. We’re both panting as our eyes clash and my fingers firmly grip the slender column of her neck.

  “You want me to use you like you’re mine, princess?”

  I glide my nose over her cheek.

  She smells so fucking good.

  “Yes,” she whispers, rubbing her skin against mine.

  “Are you sure?”

  I close my teeth on her jaw and nip her.

  She sucks in a breath, then moans softly.

  “Yes.”

  My grip tightens enough to get her attention. Her head dips back and she stares at me, pushing me further.

  “Then don’t fucking touch yourself. Unless I tell you to. That pussy belongs to me.”

  Her tongue peeks out and swipes over her kiss swollen lips.

  I lower my mouth to hers and bite her lip, then suck her tongue deep in my mouth.

  Pulling back, I tell her, “Get up on the edge of the tub and open your fucking legs.”

  I grip her waist and lift her out of the water. She’s dripping all over the damn floor, and I could give two shits. All I care about is tasting her.

  “Spread those thighs, princess. Let me see what’s mine,” I fucking growl.

  Slowly, so slowly her soft flesh opens wide and her pink lips call me.

  “Hold the fuck on, I’m not going to be gentle.”

  “Oohhhh, God,” she moans as my face lands on her sex and I plunge my tongue inside her.

  I suck, lick, nibble, fuck, tease, feast on her sweet cunt.

  When her legs start to shake, I slip my hands around to cup her ass cheeks so she doesn’t fall over, and grind her on my face.

  Her scream of pleasure bounces off the walls of the bathroom.

  She asked for it.

  “Tell me if there’s any reason why I should wear a condom, princess, because I’m getting ready to fuck you.”

  “No, unless you’ve got some pussy eating disease, no.”

  “The only thing eating your pussy is my mouth. Now turn over, and give me that sweet cunt of yours.”

  “Fuck, Rock,” she moans.

  “That’s right princess, and it’s been a long time coming.”

  With Summer now bent over the edge of the tub, I reach and pull the chair from the corner and bring it in front of her so she has something to lean on. I thank God the tub’s deep so she’s not resting on her knees.

  I take hold of my aching shaft and glide the head over her wet slit.

  “Rock, please...,” she moans as she arches her back and presses into me.

  “This is for me, baby. I’ve waited for you a while; I’m going to take my time.”

  She groans softly as I slip just the tip of my cock inside her. That’s all I allow myself, all I give her. If I slam into her the way I want to, I’ll come so fast, it’ll be over before it gets started. So I nestle my cock just inside her heat, and I begin to play with her.

  I glide my hand through her slickness, then bring a finger up to trace around her swollen clit.

  She drops her head and I can hear her heavy breathing.

  I tilt backwards. Her tight little asshole is winking at me, taunting me, telling me to play with her.

  I begin to move my hips just a little, not penetrating her completely, and not quite pulling out. As I move, I start to trace circles around the puckered ring of muscles.

  “Did you like the sound of the butt plug, princess?”

  My voice is raspy.

  I can feel her walls trying to grip me inside her.

  Yes, she did. Her body just told me so.

  I press the tip of my finger into her tight hole, just enough for her to start to open and let me in.

  “Answer me,” the tip of my finger disappears in her tightness.

  I stop moving.

  She grips me again. In both holes.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  Slowly I penetrate her back hole completely with my finger. Then with the head of my cock wedged in her pussy, I start to fuck her ass.

  I want to move. I fight the urge to slam into her, fuck her hard and deep and fast.

  “Yes, please, more…,” she moans as she moves with
me, her hips meeting my rhythm, fucking me right back.

  “Fuck Summer, so sweet, so fucking sweet,” I growl.

  I grip her hip with my free hand and push my hardness all the way inside her.

  “Yes, Rock,” she squeezes my cock and I almost lose it.

  I slip my finger out of her ass and replace it with my thumb.

  She rocks into me, taking what she wants.

  “That’s right princess, fuck me.”

  I take long, slow strokes in and out of her with my cock as my thumb owns her tight little ass, in and out, round and round.

  The image of a cock in her ass, my cock filling her pussy, and one in her mouth makes my dick harder, it’s so good.

  Her movements get hungrier, harder, more demanding.

  I start to fuck both her holes harder and deeper.

  Then her body goes rigid as the first pulsing of her orgasm starts to milk me.

  I don’t stop.

  “YESYESYESYESSSSSSSSS!” she screams.

  When she finally slumps, I pull my thumb from her ass, grip her hips with both hands, thrust completely into her and come so hard inside her, I don’t think it ever wants to stop.

  I fall to the side and sit and pull her on top of me.

  “That’s a taste, princess, of what it’s like to be mine.”

  She nuzzles her face into my neck.

  “It was delicious, Rock, everything.”

  Fuck.

  I pull the stopper on the tub. The water’s like sludge from the cheesecake.

  “Let’s take a shower. That only got the cheesecake off.”

  I slide from underneath her, get out, then walk over to the shower and turn it on.

  When I turn back to her, her expression is a lot different than before. It says total satisfaction.

  “What does the writing say?” she asks me.

  The words tattooed on my side.

  It doesn’t matter how much time has passed, the pain never completely goes away.

  “It says, ‘Bleed with me and you will forever be my brother.”

  She doesn’t press me to explain it. I don’t know if I would, at least not right now.

  Stepping over to her, I scoop her up. “I promised you I’d wash you, so that’s what I’m going to do.” As I step under the water of the showerhead with her in my arms, I suckle the soft flesh of her shoulder, “I’ll never look at cheesecake the same way again.”