A Mate for Lance (The Program Book 5) Page 5

  “I know what you brought me.” Finally, his eyes drifted to her boobs and down to between her legs. His nostrils flared again. “Go away.” He practically whispered the words as his eyes moved back to meet hers. “You’ve already got two males fighting each other for your attention. Isn’t that enough for you?”

  He gripped the edge of the door and she could tell that he was about to close it in her face. “You’re an asshole. Do you know that? An unbelievably huge asshole. On top of that, your arrogance is astounding. It’s a wonder you actually manage to get through doors with a head that size.”

  He cocked the head in question and grinned. “My head is pretty big.” He fisted his…member…again and her eyes were drawn to where his hand fondled his…really big…for lack of a better word…cock.

  She tore her eyes away from what his hand was doing. “Stop that. Please can you try and stop being a jerk long enough so that I can tell you the real reason I’m here?”

  Lance shook his head. “Still fooling yourself, female.”

  “I don’t want to have sex with you.” She put her hands on her hips.

  “I can smell your arousal. You are turned on as fuck.”

  “I. Am. Not.” Maybe just a little but only because her body still wasn’t listening to her. Watching him touch himself like that hadn’t helped things. Lance was an idiot. A total asshole. She wasn’t interested. She wasn’t.

  “Are. Too.” He leaned against the jamb and grinned at her. Why the hell did he have to look so darned good as he did it? Why?

  “I came over to give you this.” She handed him the envelope, trying not to smile. He could take it and shove it for all she cared. “It’s proof that I didn’t come here to—”

  “To come.”

  “What?” she choked out. Had he really just said that?

  “You came here because you wanted to come. This”—he held up the envelope for a second or two before tossing it over his shoulder—“is just an excuse.”

  “No way. You are such a jerk. Such an—”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m a jerk and an asshole, but…” He smirked. “I’m an asshole that you’d love have fuck you…hard.”

  She made a squeaking noise born of frustration. She was getting so worked up, she was shaking. “No, I would not. That’s disgusting. It’s filthy and really so rude.” Her cheeks felt so hot that she was sure she might burst into flames at any second. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the anger coursing through her veins or whether it was from being so turned on. She needed to leave and right now. Why then did her feet feel rooted to the spot?

  “Bullshit,” he said, as he took a small step towards her and got right into her personal space. “You would like nothing better than to have me pull you inside and push you up against the wall right in the hallway. I would pull your conservative dress up over your hips, rip your panties and…”

  “No…” She gasped, feeling herself grow wetter and wetter at the dirty things he was saying. She was horrified by her body’s reaction but she couldn’t seem to help it.

  “No?” A deep, sexy rumble. So low and deep that she felt it inside of her and she was damned if she didn’t grow even more slick. Her breasts felt swollen, her bra too tight. Why was it so hellishly hot in here? Someone should do something about the air-conditioning.

  She shook her head. “No.” She needed him to stop talking. She needed to leave. She even managed a step back then stopped.

  Lance moved in even closer. There was barely an inch separating them. “Mother fuck!” he whispered. “You hate me right now, don’t you? But only because you want me so damned much?”

  Nail on the head.

  Unfortunately.

  His eyes stared into hers with such intense focus that they took her breath away. “It’s new to me. Interesting as fuck. Admit that you want me.”

  “No.” Her chest rose and fell in quick succession. She needed to leave, only she still couldn’t drag her eyes away from his.

  “How long has it been?” His nostrils flared. “This level of arousal is crazy I can taste your need.” He licked his lips and she followed the languid stroke of his tongue, only just managing to hold back a sigh. Then she realized what he had asked.

  Oh my god! Embarrassment flooded her. “I’m leaving. I can’t believe how rude you are. It’s not right to ask things like that.” She tried to take a step back.

  “How fucking long?” He gripped her hand and the softness of his touch startled her.

  “None of your—”

  “Tell me,” he coaxed. His stare had softened.

  She was so taken aback by his change in attitude, that she blurted, “Three and a half years, okay? Can I go now?” Amber could feel her eyes fill with tears. She blinked, not wanting to show him how upset she was. She swallowed hard, trying to rid herself of the lump forming in her throat.

  “No,” he said roughly, sounding really angry. “That’s not okay. It’s so far from okay that…” He cursed and pulled on her hand. “You’re coming inside.”

  “No. I…” She tried to pull back.

  “You’ve got two choices…you can either come out here or you can come inside my suite but you will be coming, little human, so make up your mind.”

  She was so shocked that she allowed herself to be dragged inside. When the door clicked shut, it brought her back to her senses. “Are you nuts? I’m not some charity case. I have a perfectly good vibrator back at my room. I don’t—”

  Lance chuckled. “As much as I love the idea of you pleasuring yourself, it’s not happening tonight. It’s not the same when you do it yourself. Besides, you need release and you need it fucking badly.”

  She shook her head. “No…I…”

  “Don’t deny it.” He moved in until her backside hit against the wall behind her. He put a hand on the plaster on either side of her face. “You need this. You’re getting it. I would like nothing more than to fuck you but we are forbidden to do so tonight so my tongue is going to have to do.”

  His tongue. A little whimper escaped. She loved and hated the sound of that.

  “I’m not normally one for following rules but I suspect that you are, so I’ll concede. A tongue fuck is going to have to suffice.”

  “What?” Her voice came out sounding croaky. “I don’t think that it’s appropriate…”

  “You heard me. Let’s get you on the couch and out of this dress.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction of the living room.

  She shook her head. “This isn’t a good—”

  “Bullshit…” He pushed her against the wall, his hand cupped her mound over her panties. His leg moved between hers, his eyes were a bright, blazing blue.

  Amber groaned but so did Lance. “So fucking wet,” he growled. “Your pussy is soaked.” With expert precision, he pulled the material aside and pushed a finger inside of her.

  She’d been with two other men before. She didn’t get sex, oral or otherwise. One touch from Lance and her back came off the wall as pleasure raced through her. There was a guttural moan, which she realized had come from her.

  “You need this,” Lance whispered into her ear. His lips caused shivers to race through her. His hard chest pressed against her.

  His finger plunged back inside her and she felt her knees buckle. Her breathing was coming in short pants. “Yes,” she moaned, and again as he pulled out of her but only because of the sheer loss.

  Shit! What was she doing? Her body vibrated. Her breath came in short pants. This wasn’t right. She didn’t do things like this.

  “Stop that,” he said as he pulled her towards the living room. “Stop overthinking this. You need the release. You can go on hating me afterwards.”

  She tried to sit down on the couch but he grabbed her hips turning her. “Hold still,” he demanded

  He pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her. There was indeed a ripping noise as he pulled her panties clear. This wasn’t happening. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling mort
ified, heart racing but incapable of doing anything other than what he wanted.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. This was so damned intimate. Why was she allowing this?

  A low rumble emitted from his chest as he sat her down on the coffee table. The wood was cool on her bare ass. She wished that she had had enough time to wax down there. She wished even harder that she’d at least given herself a trim. It wasn’t like she’d actually expected to have something like this happen on the first day. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected something like this to happen at all. Okay, maybe in the final stages, if she was picked and fell in love. A really big if.

  “Your pussy is exquisite.” Lance’s gaze was focused between her thighs.

  She looked down, expecting to see a smirk but his face was taut and his eyes blazed with…hunger. Her own heart rate increased. He wasn’t joking, or teasing her. He actually meant it.

  “Lean back and brace your hands on either side of the table. I want your legs over my shoulders.”

  “I’m not so sure about this,” she stammered.

  “It’s happening and you’re going to fucking love it.”

  “I never have before.” It just slipped out. “I don’t even know you.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You’ve never enjoyed having a male go down on you?” He looked angry.

  She shrugged, feeling like an idiot. “Not really, no. Groping fingers and…no, I never have.” She wasn’t about to elaborate. She wasn’t so sure about this whole thing. “This is a terrible idea…” The last time Freddie had gone down on her, she’d eventually faked an orgasm just so that he would stop. Her ex’s fingernails dug into her and he was far too rough. His mouth had also been fastened over an area that was so not her clit. She had told him not to worry the next few times until the offers dried up altogether.

  She didn’t mind sex, it was normally over quite quickly. Although Amber had enjoyed plenty of orgasms, they were of her own making. She didn’t mind that either. Sex wasn’t important after all. It lasted a few sweaty minutes once or twice a week. There were so many other things to a relationship. Way more important things.

  His jaw worked. “It’s happening. Grip the table and do it now…” It came out sounding so gruff, so commanding that she leaned back and did as he said. Her knees were together against his chest.

  Lance slid his hands down her thighs. “Open,” he ordered. Those haunting eyes commanded her as much as his words.

  She wanted to refuse but her legs fell open before her mouth could work. It was like he had better control over her body than she did.

  His beautiful eyes stayed glued on hers as he slid her legs over his shoulders. He held her gaze for a moment longer and then lowered it to her…girl bits. She had to work not to squirm under his scrutiny.

  “Jesus!” he finally growled. The sound low and menacing. “You’re dripping, fucking wet. I’m going to enjoy this just as much as you.”

  At long last, panic seized her as she realized that this was happening. A perfect stranger was about to go down on her. He was a vampire and a total asshole. She tried to close her legs but it was difficult with two hundred, odd pounds of vampire leaning between them. He made a noise of disagreement as his tongue tentatively laved against her clit. She sucked in a breath, her hands closing even tighter on the table behind her. “Oh…” She gasped, sounding shocked because well, she was shocked. It felt good. Really, really good.

  He rolled his tongue over the bundle of nerves a few more times. Her eyes widened some more and her mouth fell open.

  “Oh…” She gasped a second time, sounding even more confused. Really good had turned to really amazing. Then he did what he had set out to do. What he had, essentially, promised her. He tongue fucked her.

  His long, hot tongue breached her opening and he proceeded to fuck her with it. All out fuck. Her eyes opened even wider. By now she knew that she must look ridiculous. Wide eyes, gaping mouth, dress up around her hips which she was rocking in time to his ministrations.

  One of her hands was fisting his hair but she couldn’t make herself stop doing it. Her ankles were locked behind his neck.

  “Ohhhhhh…” Long and drawn out. At least she didn’t sound shocked anymore. She sounded like she was on the verge of coming…which she was.

  Even over her panting and groaning, she could hear the sound his tongue was making as he moved in and out of her. It made her feel even more turned on. Her whole body buzzed. She’d never felt so heavy and weighted down yet so tense and ready and all at the same time.

  “Oh! Oh!” She wished she could stop saying that. The hand that had been clenching his hair was now digging into his scalp as she tried to pull him closer. Needed more…more…

  Then he went from tongue fucking her to alternating between tonguing her and licking her clit. She groaned every time he moved away from her clit. If he stayed just a second longer. Just one little second…

  This went on for a few minutes. Amber felt so tightly wound that she wanted to scream. So achy and needy. Her hips were thrusting. Her moans loud and guttural but she couldn’t help it.

  “So receptive,” he mumbled against her flesh. Then he closed his mouth over her clit, his tongue worked her. She wasn’t sure how many fingers he pushed into her. It felt like more than one pumping in and out of her.

  Her eyes rolled back. Every muscle tensed. Every nerve ending exploded. She’d heard women describe that moment as seeing lights and of hearing orchestras. Well, not for her, everything went black and aside from the beating of her own heart, the rushing of her blood, she heard nothing. Her whole body was focused around the pleasure that rushed over her, through her, in her, around her. On and on until he finally released her. Amber fell back on the table. Her legs still over his shoulders.

  It felt like every bit of energy had been wrung out of her. Her chest was heaving. Hands massaged her thighs.

  Big, calloused hands. His hands. Lance.

  Her eyes flashed open to his amused gaze. Oh nuts! His mouth was glistening, confirmation to what had just happened.

  “Feeling better?” He quirked a brow.

  “That should never have happened.” She shook her head, trying to untangle her legs from his broad shoulders. “I don’t do things like that unless I’m dating someone…not until we’ve been together for a while and not…”

  “Calm down.” He sighed. “That was the tastiest pussy I’ve had in a long while. May even have been my tastiest pussy ever.” He looked confused for a second or two.

  “That’s really rude. Do you have to be so vulgar?” Amber tried harder to get her legs off of him so that she could fix her dress. Her cheeks felt hot. Her whole body prickled. She felt embarrassed by this whole thing, at how she succumbed when she’d decided he was a prick and not worth her time. She felt exposed, which was ridiculous considering where he’d just had his tongue moments earlier. A shiver of desire raced through her at the thought. Go figure that she’d just had the best sexual experience of her life with an asshole.

  “I’m merely stating facts.” He lifted her legs off his shoulders. “As to our lack of relationship,” he said, smirking at her. “I won’t tell if you won’t. No one needs to know. I felt like getting you off and you needed the release.” He shrugged like it was no biggie.

  Amber pulled her dress down, desperately needing to cover herself. Mortified at her own behavior, she almost tipped off the table the need to flee strong.

  “Easy,” Lance said, as he put a hand to her hip. “Let me help you up.”

  She shrugged him off. “I’m quite capable, thank you very much.”

  “It was my pleasure.” He grinned at her. What an arrogant ass.

  “I’m thanking you for stopping me from falling off of the table. The orgasm was pretty average.” Where the hell did that come from? He did deserve it for being so damned arrogant.

  There was a dangerous glint to his eyes. “Bullshit. You just told me that you’re used to getting groped and that you don’t enjoy havi
ng someone go down on you. Were you lying?”

  She shrugged, trying to act as nonchalant as he had just moments ago. “I can do a much better job on my own.” She winked at him. “You have your letter. I’m out of here.” Hopefully this helped bring him down a few notches. Jerk!

  His mouth fell open but she didn’t wait for him to regain his composure. Amber turned and hightailed it out of there. She held her chin up and even though her legs were shaking, she somehow managed to get out of his suite without falling on her ass.

  She was too horrified to look at the guard’s face. How embarrassing. What had she done? Her only solace was the look on Lance’s face as she left. The wide eyes and gaping mouth. The guy had been completely gob-smacked.

  Chapter 6

  The human giggled at something Brynn said. Lance ran a hand through his hair and then flexed his shoulders. He was standing far enough away so as not to draw attention. Besides, this was the section of the garden where he often hung out. It wasn’t his fault that lunch, long over, had been organized under the trees out here. Or that many of those that had attended the lunch were still milling about.

  He couldn’t get the human female out of his head. Couldn’t stop staring at her. It was irritating as fuck. He knew that she was lying about preferring to come on her own, yet…he made a noise that belied how frustrated he was feeling.

  Her hair was in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The shirt was loose-fitting and the shorts came to just above her knees. There was nothing remotely sexy about the casual ensemble, yet his dick was as hard as steel reinforced granite. Then again, it had been that way since she left his suite the evening before.

  “I’ll be back.” Brynn grinned at her. “Don’t go anywhere.” The male had stayed at her side all through lunch.

  Lance took a step in her direction but Kai was at her side before he could take a second one. Fucker!

  “Oh!” She gripped her chest. The word fell from her lips in a startled cry that reminded him of the noises she had made the night before. His dick twitched.