1.44. My Best Shot
Seth sat next to Lisa on the bed. “So,” he said. “Should I still be wearing this wet towel, or…”
She opened it like a gift and dropped it on the floor. He was naked before her. “No towel, young man. That’ll get in the way of the cock-sucking.”
She hovered above him and caged him between her knees.
“I’m going to suck your cock now,” she added. “If the implication was unclear.”
“I know I got a little rattled in that rat-hole you sent me down,” he said. “but if you’ll recall correctly, you’re the one in possession of a rotten brain.”
“You are a quick-tongued young man, aren’t you,” she said. “That’s all right. My tongue’s quick, too.”
“I’m not so young.”
“That’s such a young thing to say. I’m old enough to be your mother, you know.”
“Yeah,” he said, and bent his knees to shift her further onto him. “But you’re not.”
“You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” She let herself be moved, though he knew it was only by her volition, until she was lightly straddling him. “What’s a woman to do with a lustful little thing like you?”
“I dunno. Any ideas?”
“I made you a deal. And you held up your end. But Seth.” The lines of muscle in her thighs deepened. The bed creaked. She was letting more of her weight onto him. “My wonderful thief. You went so far beyond what I thought you’d do.”
The fabric on one side of her dress grew taut. On the other it folded and creased. She was moving her hips in a slow side-to-side, like the liquid motion of a stalking panther.
“What if,” she whispered, “I did, too?”
His hands slid along the silk atop her belly. “What do you mean?”
“That’s my sword, right over there.” She pointed to its long shadow in the corner. “Its animaxis is empty. Waiting for a soul to fill it up.”
His palms left a smudge of sweat on the dress’s material.
“Would you like that, Seth? Would you like to know what you’d look like with eyes of black? What your Darkness would be?” More weight again. Something slick and hot and pliant pressing against him. “Or maybe you’re just curious how a woman with thick Orwinese thighs and a few good miles on her can make a man feel.”
The slit on her dress rode up as she rocked forward and back across him. The lacy black line of her thong appeared, digging a groove into the plush luxury of her hip. She rested a hand on her stomach, right below the divot her bellybutton made in the scarlet fabric.
“This womb brought two babies into the world, Seth,” she whispered.
She framed it with her fingers. A little heart.
“And it’s been waiting and waiting for someone new. It’s been waiting decades. You could hold on. Just like this.”
She took his hands and carefully placed them on the violin curves her obliques formed where they flowed into her wide, fruitful hips.
“And I could fuck the soul out of you,” she whispered.
His exhale rattled as the last of his cockiness abandoned him. Between her wide, smooth thighs, he twitched. She let out a pleased little sigh and sank further into her gyration.
“Well,” she murmured. “I know part of you wants it.”
He tried to keep his mind above the molten ocean of need that her slow, deep circling was flooding him with. “You’re not playing fair.”
“Fair?” She smacked her painted lips. “Suddenly you want it fair. How much have you stolen from the world, little thief? From me. Someone should show you how it feels. Someone should show you what happens to cocky little boys like you, when they take from the wrong woman.”
His hands snaked around behind her, and filled themselves with as much of her big beautiful ass as they could hold. She flexed for him, turned the cushion to steel and back again, and something squeezed in his lap and he saw stars.
“Someone should steal you.” Her broad fingertip booped his nose. “Steal you away and take you somewhere soft and dark. And hold you down, and snuff you out, and keep you.”
He breathed a mesmerized echo. “Keep me.”
“People keep dogs and cats. Why not a fox?” Her hands came down on either side of his head. Her thumb caressed his hair, tucked a strand behind his ear. “Why not be mine, Seth? You want someone to take care of you. That’s why you came running to me that first day. You wanted me to kill the bad men and save you, and I did.”
The exquisitely carved pillars of her arms bunched the soft flesh of her chest together. She was divine. Her body was a love letter from creation in the perfect shape of a woman. Every piece of her extraordinary, either in its coiled, predatory strength or its voluptuous, nurturing softness, or both impossibly at once.
“And I could keep doing that, Seth,” she crooned. “I could do that for the rest of your life. Just let yourself be owned. A lifetime of hard choices. This could be the last one. No more thinking. No more fending. I’d take care of you. My little fox. My black-eyed treasure. And anyone who wanted to hurt you, or take you away from me, I’d make them disappear.”
He clung to the last scrap of flotsam he could find. “We—we had a deal.”
Her weight shifted. She giggled. “Sorry. I know. Sorry, Seth. I got carried away. I just love teasing you so much. I love this face.”
“You are such a—” He cast about for an Annalise word while Lisa’s hips slowly, firmly ground him further into the bed. “Such a pest.”
“I am such a pest. Forgive me.” She slid off him. “It’s not quite the same, and it can’t be tonight on such short notice, but we could bring the backdoor into it, if you’d like.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and watched her lower her legs to the floor. “I can never tell when you’re serious.”
“Of course I’m serious. You’re so good to me, Seth. Such a good boy.” Her breath thickened as her fingers closed around the hard, hot ache. “Oh Saints. You’re perfect.” Her pearly-white teeth bit her lower lip. “My little fox isn’t so little after all, is he?”
This was happening. Nobody was about to stumble through the door. No crisis, no interruption. If Lisa was pranking him or testing him, she’d probably have stopped before she had his dick in her hand.
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“I’m gonna make you feel good, Seth. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“And you just do whatever feels right. This is your reward.” A ribbon slipped from her wrist into her hair. She bound it back, into a long dark ponytail with a fetching streak of silver at its base. “Any time you want to take over, just hold me still and use me however you like.” She took his legs and pulled him, gentle but firm, to the edge of the bed. She knelt before him, and grasped his knees, and coaxed them apart. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” he said.
She beamed. Her kiss left a plum-colored ghost of itself on his belly. Then another on his hip. Then—
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