So he advanced, pressing against the rings of muscles clamped so tightly at her opening that he had to work her open, cursing in between gentle kisses and sucks on her pussy.

The combination of his caring, the pressure of his hand and the attention he paid to her clit finally resulted in the capitulation of her body to his demands. He sank inside her bit by bit, his finger spiraling inward to facilitate embedding in her spasming channel.

Of course, when he inspired another orgasm, he only increased the difficulty of his own job. Her sheath gripped him, keeping him from making more progress until it had subsided again.

And still she was hungry for him.

"Again, E," he groaned against her soaked pussy. "I could watch you come all day. You're so fucking hot."

She no longer cared that she was beginning to perspire, her entire body covered with a light sheen of sweat. Or that her wanton display might frighten him off, since he made it so clear that he enjoyed every minute of satisfying her.

But now that he'd knocked the edge off her frenzy, she wanted something else.

He deserved some pleasure of his own.

Ellie slid her legs from his back and nudged his shoulder until he leaned to his left and looked up at her.

"Have enough?" His voice was strained and his respiration elevated. His eyes didn't look nearly as crazy as hers did when she saw them in the mirror after getting turned on-and she suspected that being with him took the lingering effects to a new high-but they glittered with his appetite, determined to feast. On her.

The sight had her going all shivery again.

"Not yet, but I want to be on top for a while." She brushed her thumb against the shimmer left behind by her arousal on his cheek. "Can I?"

"Hell yeah." He put his arms around her hips and rolled, dragging her over him.

If she hadn't situated herself on her knees, hovering above him, fast enough, she could have smothered him. He didn't look like he would care.

"Ride my face, E." He groaned, extending his tongue and letting her do the work, grinding over him in a sinful figure eight that had her forgetting momentarily about her devious plan.

His hands cupped her hips, helping her to glide across his mouth. His nose and chin bumped over her when she grew wilder in the arcs she made with her pelvis. Just a little more and then she would see to him, she promised herself.

It was tough, though, when he distracted her. He was a face-fucking connoisseur.

Ellie leaned back, planting her palms on his chest, curling her fingers some to feel the muscles there. The angle doomed her.

As soon as her release washed over her, she started to spin around, changing the direction from which she straddled him. She'd gotten about halfway when he realized her intent.

"No, E. You don't have to do that." He gripped her tight, keeping her from the thick, pulsing erection she spied lying heavily on his abdomen.

"Want to." She brushed his hands away, or attempted to. His steely grip prevented her from claiming her prize.

"If you do that, you'll be right by my leg. That's not what you want when you're turned on, is it? I don't want to gross-"

"Lucas. Shut up." She reached to the side and poked him in the belly, not that she even made a dent. "There's only one of your appendages I'm concerned with at the moment, and it sure as hell isn't your leg. Stop arguing. Let me suck your cock, and I'll be happy to have you get back to finishing what you were doing."

Already she ached for his fingers inside her again.

Or something bigger.

Why had she shut them down earlier? How could she be afraid of sex with Lucas?

It wasn't like what they were doing wasn't intimate as fuck already.

She knew he wouldn't negotiate with her now, not when she was out of her mind with rapture. As soon as she was clearheaded, she planned to make sure he knew that the next time they hooked up it'd be in every way.

For now, she'd settle for giving him the best BJ of his life...she hoped.

This time, when she moved, he let her finish situating herself over him, facing his feet.

Ellie walked her fingers down his ripped abs before lightly stroking him. She loved the way he twitched beneath her hand.

He groaned then went back to work, keeping the pain at bay by replacing it with white-hot arousal.

Sex had never felt this good. Even since she'd been altered by Sex Offender, she'd never had such a gratifying experience. Fucking Lucas had her entire dildo collection beat hands-or was that cocks?-down.

She leaned forward, resting on top of him as if he were the most comfortable couch in the world. In truth, he kind of was. His muscles were covered by soft, warm skin that lulled her with the pure enjoyableness of contact with it.

Lying on top of him, she studied his hard-on close up. It was every bit as large as it had seemed when she'd cupped him in her hands in the bath earlier. Maybe even more than she'd expected.

Dark with his arousal, it was also decorated with heavy veins that would feel amazing rubbing inside her.

But it wasn't until she opened her mouth and drew him in, savoring the unique flavor of him, that she felt something inside her shift. The insatiable horniness that had rampaged inside her dulled some as she sipped precome from the slit in the tip of his cock.

Lucas roared beneath her, redoubling his efforts. He impaled her with several of his fingers as his tongue danced across her clit. There'd be time to go slowly later, but she could feel them reaching the apex of her arousal and wanted him to join her in one final epic orgasm.

He must have realized she was hovering on the precipice of something major too.

"Hang on." He nudged her hip just as she opened her mouth to swallow him to the root.

"Don't wanna." It was hard to talk around a mouthful of him so she shook her head, making him curse and flex his hips upward.

"Just a couple seconds. Are you okay?" he asked her. "Can you get something for me?"

She knew it stung his pride to have to ask, so she didn't give him any more shit than necessary. "Of course. What?"

"Go grab my electric toothbrush from the medicine cabinet."

When she looked at him over her shoulder like he might be the crazy one in their couple, he smacked her ass.

"Hurry back."

She liked the resulting sting more than she probably should have. And if she hoped for any chance of him doing it again, she figured she should do what he wanted.

On the way, she didn't mind sassing him, though. Didn't he know he'd just cockblocked himself? "I figured you could wait until you were finished eating me out to brush your teeth."

When she opened the mirrored door and saw the shape of the appliance's handle, she figured she knew what he had planned and immediately upgraded his sex-god rating from amazing to superstar.

"Why would I want to have the taste of you out of my mouth?" He shook his head at her. "Get over here, E."

He sat on the edge of the bed, a condom in his hand.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather use that on your dick and do this the old-fashioned way?" Couldn't blame a girl for trying, right?

"Saying no right now is the hardest thing I've ever done. I hope you appreciate it later, though." He reached out and drew her into his open arms.

"I will." She kissed his forehead, then his nose and finally his mouth.

Sometime, while they made out, he snatched the toothbrush and rolled the condom down its handle. Armed with a makeshift vibrator, he tossed her to the mattress.

She squeaked, surprised. Not a hint of fear went through her when he approached, though. Her smile must have conveyed that to him.

"Thank you for trusting me," he murmured as he flopped to his back and drew her over himself once more like a blanket.

"Thank you for being trustworthy." This time she didn't hesitate. She took him inside her mouth and slid her lips in a tight ring to the base of his shaft in a single swoop.

"Fuck!" he shouted, then followed suit, wasting no time in lining up his impromptu toy with her opening.

When he inserted it into her, giving her something to hug inside her, she went wild, sucking on his shaft as if it was her favorite thing to do in the world. With the exception of having his erection buried in her pussy, she figured it might be. Well, maybe tied for kissing him. He was an excellent kisser.

Distracted by her thoughts of the plethora of ways to enjoy Lucas, she didn't prepare herself for the vibrations that pulsed through her when he turned the device on.

Thankfully, she managed not to bite his dick off when she yelped then jumped in his hold.

Ellie reached lower and cupped Lucas's balls in her palm. She rolled them the way that made him groan loudest as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft with rapid, staccato pulses.

When he began to fuck up between her lips, she figured he was close.

The whir of his toothbrush inside her, coupled with his tongue tapping her clit, ensured she was about to explode again. This time ecstasy built within her into something terrifyingly intense.

She allowed herself to relax, knowing Lucas would protect her and catch her if she fell too hard.

Instinctively, her body rocked, forcing herself onto his toy when she went one way and sucking him deeper on the return stroke. The tip of his cock poked the back of her throat and she allowed him to pass. Swallowing around him, she found his limit then smashed through it.

"E!" was all he could manage before his erection began to pulse. His balls drew tight to his body and launched his release down her throat. She didn't waste a single drop, draining him completely, even as she joined him.

Shuddering so hard she thought she might crush his toothbrush, or maybe fly off him with the heights he raised her to, she came so hard that she felt the Sex Offender reaction receding.

Together, they had conquered it.

Ellie collapsed on top of Lucas, knowing he was plenty strong enough to take her weight and then some. Her hands rubbed him everywhere she could reach, his thighs and knees mostly, not shying away from his residual limb. She drifted, completely blissed out, until she felt him withdrawing the toothbrush and squirming from beneath her.

He twisted around so they were eye to eye.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey, yourself." She smiled lazily.

"Doing okay?" He ran his fingertip down the bridge of her nose then over her brows.

She closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into his bed. "Never better."

Surprised, she realized it was true. Being with Lucas made her problems fade away. He was the antidote for all of the shit in her life. And she never wanted to give him up.

His proud smile even pleased her. There was no way he could deny how amazing he was for her. To her. How useful and needed. If she could give him that, it couldn't be wrong, could it?

Lucas fit himself to her, wrapping his arm around her back and snugging her tight to his chest. "What do you say we try to bank some hours of rest to make up for the ones we've lost lately?"

Spending the next fifteen hours or so cuddled together in his bed sounded like a decadence she was willing to indulge in. Especially if he woke her the same way he'd put her to sleep.

"Sounds great." She leaned in and kissed him, savoring the mingled flavors of her arousal and his spicy taste. "Just don't let go, okay?"

"I swear, E. You couldn't pry me off with a crowbar." He ran his hand through her hair, petting her until she grew drowsy and dropped into the easiest sleep she'd had since she escaped.

Chapter Ten.

An insistent beeping woke Lucas from a dead sleep. He sat bolt upright, reached instinctively to his nightstand and snagged the secure phone from its charger. Disoriented, he couldn't immediately tell what time it was. He hadn't slept that hard in...well, ever.

Though it had been nearly a year since the Batphone-as he liked to think of it-had been active, his body responded on autopilot, as it had hundreds of times during his career.

The cell buzzed agitatedly in his fist. Still, he didn't connect the call immediately. He allowed himself a millisecond to appreciate the fine woman splayed next to him, completely nude, in his bed. She was more beautiful than any of the artwork he'd seen in the great museums around the world, which he'd made a point of visiting when his assignments permitted. Something about paintings drew him. He had no artistic talent himself, but he appreciated the hell out of others'.

Ellie's blonde hair curled softly around her shoulders as she burrowed into his pillows on her stomach, giving him a fabulous view of her high, tight ass. The only thing better would be if she were awake so that he could stare into the endless blue of her eyes, which reminded him of the Caribbean Sea on a hot summer day.

Lost in his mushy thoughts of her, he jolted when the phone rattled his hand again.

He answered before it woke Ellie, who needed her rest. She'd looked so strung out, even before their impossible hike. There was no way she'd been sleeping lately. He could relate.

"Good morning, sunshine." Tyler Lambert's sarcasm greeted him. He was Mason's partner on the force and in their personal life where they shared a lucky woman-Lacey.

"It was until you interrupted my beauty rest," Lucas grumbled.

"Hang on, you were actually still sleeping?"

Ty knew how much trouble Lucas had been having lately in that department. Some nights he'd even volunteered to look after Razor and Izzy's newborn, Ezra. The little guy was getting so big now-heading for a year old-but when he'd been in his up-all-night phase, they'd hung out some. His parents had been grateful for the break. Of course, they'd probably thought Lucas was going home and crashing after they relieved him at the end of his shift, since he had nowhere in particular to be these days.

"It's after eight. I figured you'd have been up half the night already. When you didn't answer our texts, we got nervous."

"Sorry." He couldn't believe he hadn't heard the notifications come through.

"Especially Ryan." Ty lowered his voice. "Is Ellie in bed with you? Can you put her on for a second? Ryan needs to hear her voice. He's going kind of nuts since we won't let him visit in case they're watching him."