Wicked
much it excited her. But oh, it did. He knew just how hard to spank her. The sting was hot, sweet, and he followed it up by caressing the spot, sliding his hand down over her thighs and back up again, then swatted her other cheek.She flinched, then sucked in a breath of air as he petted her ass again, his movements gentle as he slipped his hand between her legs, coming so close to her clit it drove her crazy. But he didn’t touch her there. He meant to torment.
Damn, he was good.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Blair,” he said, his hand coming down to land on her ass again, this time striking the lower part of both cheeks with a light tap that made her pussy quiver. “I think you’re going to need a lot of punishing.”
Oh, she hoped so. Her body trembled under his sexy assault, anticipating his next move, craving his touch. She was starving for it.
“And your pussy is wet.” He cupped her, rubbing her clit. This time, she did moan. She couldn’t help it. What he was doing to her wasn’t inadvertent. It was deliberate, meant to entice, to let her know who was in charge of her pleasure.
He was a goddamn master at this game.
She’d underestimated him.
She shifted, undulating against his hand, trying to move her clit closer to his palm.
He removed his hand.
Bastard.
“You’ll come when I decide,” he said, swatting her again. “I call the shots here, Blair. Not you.”
He slid her off his lap and onto her knees on the floor, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Jerking his jeans down his hips, he pulled out his cock, stroking it near her face.
Long, thick, the crest was wide and smooth. She couldn’t help herself. She licked her lips as she looked at it, her nipples tightening as she breathed in the musky scent of him. God, he was beautiful.
“Suck it.”
Her pussy throbbed at his command.
“Fuck you,” she replied, clenching her teeth.
He jerked her head back and smiled down at her. “Baby, you’ll be doing that soon enough. Right now you’re going to suck my dick.”
He grasped his cock with his free hand and painted her lips with the drops of liquid pearling at the tip.
She wanted to defy him.
She wanted to suck him, to reach out and grasp his shaft with both hands and devour his flesh. But she would be giving up control to him if she surrendered to her desires, and that she wouldn’t do.
With careful restraint, she opened her mouth and licked his cock head, tilting her head back to watch his face, relishing the way his eyes glazed over as she took a long, slow swipe of his silken head.
Her belly quivered as she tasted him. Salty, wild like the man. So carefully in control as he watched her, his brows tilted upward, his breathing quick and labored as she swirled her tongue over the head, wrapping her lips around him and drawing his shaft inside the heat of her mouth.
“Christ,” he whispered, loosening his hold on her hair. “That’s good, baby. Suck it in.”
He surged forward, feeding her inch by glorious inch of his cock, his fingers tangled in her hair as she teased the swollen crest, feeling his heat slide between her lips.
What she wouldn’t give to let go, to cup his balls in the palm of her hand and milk him as she swallowed his cock.
But they played a game. A game she refused to lose. The stakes were high, and no matter how intense the sensations were, she would not give in.
Still, it was oh so sweet, his taste, his primal scent, compelling her to release her inhibitions and give him everything.
She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to. Her body ached for him, her need for him beyond anything she could ever admit to even her two closest friends. They wouldn’t understand.
No one understood what she needed.
Only Rand knew. Because he matched the wildness within her, his muscles coiled and tight, the tension around them thick as he pumped his hips forward and slid his cock over her tongue. She suctioned him in, feeling him jerk in response as she tightened her mouth around him when he pulled back.
“Tease,” he whispered. “You like that, don’t you, baby? Your mouth was made to suck cock. Sweet, full lips and that hot tongue.”
He had no idea what she was capable of doing to him, how much she enjoyed his pleasure, what it did to her own body. She was wet, throbbing, pulsing between her legs with the need for his hand, his tongue, his cock down there.
She pulled back and lightly dragged her teeth over his cock head, feeling him shudder. Then she couldn’t resist touching him. She grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke as she sucked, wanting what he had to give her, wanting everything.
She wanted the control, wrestling it away from him, going to the place where she was comfortable. She squeezed his shaft as she sucked the head, swiping her tongue over the fluids that escaped, using her other hand to gently palm his balls. When his cock lurched forward and speared her mouth, she knew she’d found his weakness.
“Fuck, Blair!” he groaned, tightening his hold on her hair, pumping forward to feed her more of his dick.
She had him now. No man could hold back, not even Rand. She took him deep, feeling his balls tighten under her grasp as he pushed forward, fucking her mouth with erotic movements that made her pussy cry out for attention.
She wanted his hips propelling forward in her cunt the same way, fucking her pussy the way he did her mouth. She let her lips do the work while she reached down between her legs to massage the unbearable ache, wanting to come when he did. She found her clit, knew how little it would take to get her there, knew how close he was to giving her a