Free Luring Lucy by Lori Foster

I’ve never done before. I wanted to be as wild, as improper and earthy, as any young liberated woman might be.”
    â€œYeah.”
    Lucy might have smiled at Bram’s nearly incoherent agreement—or was it encouragement? She wasn’t sure. But she didn’t smile because she, too, was caught up in the carnality of it.
    Her inky black hair was spread out over his hard belly, and his erection throbbed and pulsed and Lucy knew that this, at least, was one thing she could do, one desire she could satisfy. Squeezing him a little tighter in warning, she kissed just above where her fingers held him, awed by the velvety texture of his shaft, feeling his pulse beat riot against her lips. She circled the head of his penis with small damp kisses, letting her hair tickle him as she did so. He smelled nice, felt nice, and she flattened her tongue over the head of his penis and tasted him.
    Bram nearly shot off the couch.
    Suddenly his hands were in her hair, holding her, guiding her back while he murmured words of pleasure, words of need and pleading. Lucy licked him again, and again, until Bram was making incoherent sounds of pleasure, his body vibrating, the air charged around them. She opened her mouth and let him in.
    He was so large, it wasn’t easy, and it turned her on so much, made her so excited and wild to taste him, to know that he was ready to explode. She couldn’t take him very deep, just the head. So she concentrated on working on what she could get into her mouth, using her hands to tease the rest of him.
    Bram’s fingers tightened suddenly in her hair and he groaned roughly.
“Lucy . . .”
    Her tongue swirled, softly, gently, and then she sucked.
    Again, his reaction was immediate. “Stop, Lucy. I can’t hold back. Baby,
stop.”
    Instead she struggled to hold on to him, to take as much of him as she could, and as if accepting her decision, Bram stroked her nape, curled his fingers around her head—and he came with a shout that echoed through the summer house.
    His hips lifted again and again, his big body trembled and shuddered, and finally after a long time he quieted, only his strenuous breaths reverberating in the air. Lucy lazily licked him, pleased with herself and smiling at the way his body continued to flinch with pleasure.
    Bram curled himself around her, hauled her up to his lap, and pressed his face into her shoulder. His arms, his whole body, were still shaking.
    Stage two
, Lucy thought with a smile,
successfully completed.
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    Bram watched Lucy as she sliced into her steak. They were both nearly done eating, and while the food tasted good, looking at Lucywas better. There’d been a comfortable silence between them since that incredible episode on the couch, but a secret little smile kept playing around her sexy mouth. She liked it that she’d made him lose control.
    Hell, he liked it, too.
    Now he wanted more. He wanted her naked. He wanted her to offer herself to him in the same way he’d given her free reign of his body.
    He still could barely believe what she’d done. It wasn’t the first blow job he’d ever gotten, but it was by far the most emotionally devastating. Having Lucy’s mouth on him guaranteed to reside at the top of his list of most erotic and satisfying encounters ever.
    â€œWorked up an appetite, didn’t you?”
    With her mouth full, she looked at him and promptly choked. Bram reached across the table and patted her on the back until the wheezing turned into laughter. She looked so damn proud of herself that he couldn’t stop smiling, either.
    A rose blush colored her cheeks, enhanced by the early-evening sunlight filtering through the trees to the deck. This time of day, the deck was more shaded than otherwise, making it comfortable to eat outside. An occasional boater went past, laughter from the vacationers drifting up the hillside, mingling with the chirping birds and the droning