Coming Home by Lydia Michaels Page A

task, taking him deep to the back of her mouth. His cock was big, filling every crevice and stretching her lips wide. She sucked aggressively, bobbing over him. He gathered her hair in a makeshift ponytail and groaned as she worked him over.
    She wanted to use her hands, but liked the sense of surrender he elicited by forbidding their involvement. Her head was forced low. Unhinging her jaw, she welcomed him to the back of her throat. Saliva coated him, and soon he was controlling her motions, using her hair as a rein to quickly fuck her mouth.
    His hips lifted and his cock pulsed over her tongue. The quick touch of two fingers to the pulse point of her throat was enough of a warning that he was coming. Sealing her lips around his flesh, she sucked deep, milking his release and swallowing every drop.
    Once she was sure he was finished, she sucked him clean, offering a final lick up his beautiful shaft and lowering herself back to her heels. He sighed. “Thank you.”
    Tucking himself away, redoing his belt but not bothering to tuck in his shirt, Lucian watched her in the subdued light of the limo. The gusset of her panties grew weighted with her own arousal as the floor of the car vibrated faintly beneath her knees. Dugan would continue to drive until instructed otherwise.
    “Still wet?” Lucian asked.
    “Very.”
    Long fingers caressed his chin and tapped his lips. “I’m debating what to do about that.” His comment caused her brow to kink. “You were very chatty with Jamie tonight,” he said thoughtfully.
    “I like Jamie.”
    His expression gave nothing away. “What do you like about him?”
    She considered Lucian’s best friend. He had a disposition that always set her at ease. Although he didn’t always make her laugh, he made her smile. He was . . . nice. “He’s nice to me.”
    “He thinks you’re beautiful.”
    Heat tinged the crests of her cheeks and she hoped the soft lighting of the limo disguised her reaction to his confession.
    “How does it make you feel, knowing Shamus has seen you come?”
    Her blush intensified. Jamie was there the first time she’d ever had an orgasm. It was at Lucian’s hand and on his command, when they’d first begun their association. Since then, she’d believed it was an exhibit he’d regretted greatly. She wasn’t like his past lovers, she suspected. Once he realized that, he’d been a lot more discreet with his sexual displays while in the company of others. Exhibitionism was fun, but he never again flaunted her as a toy. There was a difference and they both knew it.
    “No answer?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t think about that when I see him.”
    “Good.” He reached for his glass and took a sip, returning it to the sunken coaster by the door. “Do you mind being watched, Evelyn?”
    “It depends.”
    “On?”
    “I don’t know. It just depends on the situation and who’s watching us, I suppose.”
    “What if I lowered the partition and fucked you.”
    Oh God.
She shook her head.
    “You wouldn’t want Dugan seeing you?”
    “No.”
    Lucian seemed to consider this, but nodded. “Me neither. Is it strangers then?”
    She shrugged. There was something titillating about being watched, but knowing she might see her audience again sometimes made her alter her actions. “I guess that’s it.”
    He glanced at his pocket watch. “It’s almost eleven. Are you tired?”
    “No.”
    “Good. I want to play. Pull your skirt down and come sit.”
    She did as he asked. Once she was seated, he brushed his lips over hers in a teasing kiss. Her body was primed and anxious for release. The partition lowered.
    “Dugan, take us to Church.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Evelyn frowned. “We’re going to church?”
    “Different sort of worship . . .”
    The car navigated through the upper west side of Folsom, where boutiques and high-end eateries made up the storefronts. Mannequins were placed in provocative positions under aesthetic lighting, wearing the world’s