“Gerard,” she moaned. “But I thought…”
“Shut up, harpy,” he moaned and dipping his mouth, suckled her nipple. The sweet jewel tickled the roof of his mouth and he groaned at the salty, flowery scent of her nude skin. His tongue swirled and danced over and over, head dizzy and swimming with thoughts of Betty.
Only Betty.
His beautiful, harpy-tongued shrew.
She rocked on him. “Oh yes,” she moaned, “so good. Love...”
Gerard smashed his lips on her mouth, cutting off the lie. Knowing it for what it was because his cock was still a limp noodle. He didn’t want lies, he wanted truth. Just this once, just this night.
He coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, slipping in when she parted on a tiny pant. His hand slid down her flat belly, slipped under her shorts and found the wet center of paradise.
She grunted, pushing down, and he couldn’t think anymore. Gerard slipped a finger in.
“Harder,” she shoved down.
He slipped in another digit, stretching her, filling her. Wishing it was his cock, and not his damn fingers. Her earthy scent tickled his nose. He inhaled deeply letting it fill his lungs. “Mon belle, mon belle,” he murmured.
Her nails scored his back, but it felt good. So damn good. He pumped harder, and she writhed on him. “So good,” she cooed, and then her body seized, and a delirious expression wreathed her face.
Her soft center rolled with her orgasm, squeezing his fingers as her rocking slowly subsided. She laughed, kissing his chest, his neck, his face. But he wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.
Gerard pushed her shoulders back onto the mattress.
“Gerard?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Open your legs, mon belle,” he said, voice thick with his need.
Her breathing stuttered, but she dropped her legs open, and with a deft flick of his wrists, slipped her small shorts off. The sight of her swollen pink nub made his head reel. He touched her with just the tip of her finger and she surged up in response.
“Gerard…”
Breathing hard, Gerard bit and nibbled his way up her thigh until he reached the apex of her pleasure. “Betty,” was all he could choke out before he drew her nub into his mouth and sucked hard.
She screamed, her thighs immediately clamped to the sides of his face. Gerard pulled harder, a low aching spiraled through his gut, made him woozy and weak. He wanted this woman, wanted to slam his cock into her slick warmth, and never come out again.
He rolled her nub around his tongue. Her scent flooded his mouth, better than any wine. She tasted of tart strawberries.
“Oh, Gerard,” she moaned over and over, making his blood heat to a fevered frenzy.
Her thighs shook, and he lapped at her like a cat with cream, then he shoved two fingers back inside her and flexed so that his fingers massaged the center of her pleasure, and she yelled his name as she ground her hips hard against his face.
Moaning, twisting, she pumped on him up and down. Her thighs shook violently, but he didn’t dare move, accepting her gift, only wishing her could give her so much more.
After what seemed an eternity, she flung her hand across her face and laughed, pain flooded his testicles and he hissed, needing desperately to relieve the ache of being pent up for so long. But relief would not be his, and the reminder of the curse pissed him off, cleared the fog of lust, and brought with it an agony of searing pain.
“Gerard, that was…”
He jerked back, and with a withering glare, stalked to the bathroom, shutting the door. Shutting her out.
He slammed his fist against the wall. His flaccid cock offered him no release. His blood sang, his head swam, and the throbbing was excruciating. His balls were tight orbs against his body, pulsing hot and hard down his legs, making him weak in the knees.
“Gerard,” her soft voice echoed hollowly through the door.
Gnashing his teeth, he slammed his fist into the wall again. He wanted her. She’d called him her slave earlier, and gods he was. He hated himself. Hated her.
“Go away, Betty. Just go the hell away.”
Chapter 16
Betty stuck a book on a shelf.
“Betty! Wrong shelf, for like the thousandth time!” Trisha snapped Betty from her mournful thoughts.
“What?” She frowned.
“This is a medical reference book,” Trisha dangled the red hardbound book in front of Betty, malachite eyes bright with annoyance, “so why the hell are you putting it in with the Encyclopedias?”
Eyes burning, throat working hard not give in to the tears threatening to let loose, Betty could only stare.
Trisha’s eyes grew wide. “Betty?”
The question in her name tipped her over, and leaning against a bookshelf she covered her eyes. “He’s leaving, Trisha. It’s all over tomorrow.”