Wicked
tried to move, he moved with her so that he was constantly rubbing against her.But she still refused to say it.
Eventually he’d give up. He was the one who hadn’t come yet, while she’d already come. She could hold out longer. His muscles would tire as he held a half push-up above her.
He smiled down at her. God, he had a beautiful face. Rugged, tan, small lines snaking outward from the corner of each eye, a straight, long nose and a square jaw, a hint of stubble that she’d felt teasing her thighs while he’d had his face buried between her legs. She shuddered.
“You want it. Ask for it.” He surged against her, right up against her clit, grinding the little nub into smithereens before pulling away and taunting her with the velvety tip again. The sensations were destroying her, making her desperate to be filled with thick, hot cock.
Still balancing on his arms, he bent down and took one nipple between his teeth, tugging sharply. The pain was exquisite but gone in a second as he bathed her nipple with his tongue. Hot, wet, and oh so tantalizing. She lifted her hips, unable to control her body’s reaction when he did the same to the other nipple.
This was so unfair. Her nipples were so sensitive, and she liked a little pain with her pleasure. And he knew it. Somehow, just like everything else about her, he knew it.
Damn him.
“Ask for it,” he repeated again.
Frustrated, she did. With her hips, her body, undulating against him, trying to make herself irresistible so he couldn’t help himself.
Instead, he bit her nipple again, tugging with his teeth. Her clit quivered, warm cream pouring from her in response. His cock moved against her pussy lips, spreading her juices around.
“It makes you wet when I bite you. I think you like a little pain, Miss Newcastle.”
No way in hell was she going to answer that. He already knew too much about her.
“Ask for it.”
“I’ve never in my life begged a man to fuck me.”
“And I’ll bet you’ve never in your life had really good, mind-blowing sex, have you?”
Ouch.
“I’ll bet you’ve never let your guard down, never relinquished control long enough to surrender your body to a man, let your emotions run wild and free, let a man do all the things you want him to do, have you?”
Ouch again.
“Your body is burning, Blair. Your mind is filled with the possibilities of what could be but never has been.”
He bent his head and tugged at her nipple. She let out a growl as sensation flamed. He licked a fiery trail from one to the other until she arched up to meet his mouth. He moved down to capture her lips in a long, hard kiss that left her breathless.
Bastard.
“Let go, Blair. Give it up to me, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
He surged against her, his cock head sliding past her wet pussy lips, promising what he could deliver.
She was panting, breathless, and couldn’t bear the torment one second longer. Glaring at him and hating him at this moment, but needing him more than she’d ever needed a man, she ground out the words she swore she’d never say.
“Fuck me, Rand.”
* * *
Thanking the gods for whatever intervention they’d provided, Rand thrust between Blair’s welcoming pussy lips, burying his cock deep, allowing the satisfied groan to escape as he did.
She tilted her head back and cried out, her wrists straining against the cuffs as he powered inside her cunt.
Goddamn, he’d been waiting an eternity to be inside her. He allowed himself to drop down on top of her and slid his hands under her ass to tilt her pelvis up, aligning her even tighter against him.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, he felt every static thump of her heartbeat as he surged forward, every gripping pulse of her pussy as it squeezed his cock, every one of her staccato breaths in his ear. He wanted her arms and legs wrapped around him, wanted to feel her embrace as he pushed ever deeper inside her.
But he’d started this lesson, and he’d see it through, and that meant having her spread-eagled and unable to touch him, unable to reciprocate the strokes of his hand along her dampened skin. She couldn’t move her arms and legs, could only shudder and sigh and moan underneath him as he lifted and pounded his cock against her.
She couldn’t hold him, but her pussy told him everything he needed to know; the rapid thrums of her heart and the moaning pants of her breath against his cheek told him how much she enjoyed this.
It was enough for now.
“Rand,” she moaned, lifting her hips, the only part of her body other than her head that was free to move.
“I like hearing you say my name, baby,” he said, gritting his teeth to hold on. He wanted to release inside her, to jettison the come that had been building for far too long. But he wanted her to come first. And she would. “Say it again.”
“Rand.” Her eyes were glittering sapphires surrounded by a sea of dark lashes. His innocent seductress who hadn’t completely crossed the boundaries of surrender was begging him with her body, giving him control, asking without words to make her come.
His fingers dug into the tender globes of her ass, propelling her ever upward as he thrust harder. She whimpered and lifted, meeting every stroke.
“You wanna come, baby?” he asked, pulling back and powering down and forward again, burying his cock deep inside her.
She nodded, tossing her head back, her lips parting on a gasp.
She was his every fantasy come to life, her auburn hair spread out with her head tilted back, her full lips open and inviting as she panted while he fucked her.
“Please,” she whispered.
He’d wager she didn’t even know she’d said the word.
But it was the sweetest surrender.
His balls quivered in anticipation, a rush of heat scorching his insides as the liquid fire from her cunt seared him.
“Come