She smirked. “Women can’t even fake resisting you?”
The tilt of his mouth went wry. “Smart-ass.”
“Come on, don’t you want to see what it feels like to meet a little resistance for a change? I’m not some fragile thing. I know what I’m asking. Tonight’s supposed to be our daring night, remember?”
He stared at her another long moment. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s no one here to intervene. No dungeon monitor. No staff. You understand the situation you’re putting yourself in?”
A tremor went through her hands at his serious tone. “You’ll listen to my safe word if I need it.”
“You trust that?” he asked, his grip tightening on her hair but something stripped and naked in his eyes.
“I do.”
Some emotion moved over his face, an ache there, but he quickly smoothed his expression into something harder. “You gonna suck my cock, Oakley?”
She caught the change in tone, the shift in the air. Game on. She tilted her chin up. “Fuck off. Take me home.”
He grabbed her skull with both his hands, stepping closer until the head of his cock brushed over her lips. She could taste the musk of his skin, smell the scent of sex. Her mouth watered. “You’re not going anywhere until you give me what I want. You’ve been a fucking cock tease the whole drive over. Now you’re going to deliver on that promise.”
“You teased me first.” She tried to turn her head away, but he held her fast.
“Oh, and I plan to deliver on that promise as well. Those pretty thighs are going to spread wide for me. But first you’re going to suck me like you mean it. Use teeth and I will leave your naked ass out here in the woods with the snakes.”
“Such a fucking romantic,” she said, channeling some dark part of herself, falling into the role-play, feeling the freedom of it.
“Open,” he said, nudging himself against her lips. “Do a good job and maybe I’ll let you come when I fuck you.”
She resisted for a moment, but then he grabbed her jaw and squeezed, making her open. He pushed the head of his cock in as soon as her lips parted. She choked for a second, the invasion sudden, but it only added to the illicitness of what they were doing. Her belly dipped and a rush of heat went through her.
He groaned as he slid along her tongue, seating deep. And she held back a moan at the feel and taste of him inside her mouth—salt and smooth skin and man. She let her eyes open barely, unable to resist the intimate view of Pike. She wanted to map every part of him. His sac loomed heavy in her line of sight, obvious and masculine and fucking sexy. She’d always found that part of a man to be obscenely arousing—a secret fetish of hers that she could probably blame on discovering Devon’s stash of gay porn magazines when she was a teenager. Stealing away to peek at those pages, she’d developed quite an appreciation for all the secret parts of the male anatomy. But in her brief sex life, she’d never let herself openly explore because it was hard to know what a guy would like.
But she’d talked to Pike on the phone, remembered what he’d said about how he touched himself, how he liked it. It was like a flashing green light to indulge. She knew she was supposed to be the resistant captive in this scenario, but the temptation proved too much. She lifted her hand and cupped him, letting the weight and heat fill her palm. Then she let her nails draw along the tender skin.
A pleased sound rumbled through Pike. “Fuck.”
She rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, taking her time and enjoying the feel of him guiding her back and forth over his length. Then she let her fingertips trail under his scrotum to rub along the span of skin behind it.
Pike’s knees flexed and drops of salty fluid touched her tongue. She lifted her gaze to him, needing to see for herself how this was affecting him. But when their eyes met, it left no question. The look he was giving her seared her like hot coals. He pulled her off his cock and got ahold of her hair again. “You touch something, you taste it. That’s the rule.”
Her pussy clenched as if he’d directly stroked it. He was giving her the go-ahead to explore. He took his cock in his free hand and angled it higher so she could have access to all of him. The view was all male and in full color. Pike kept things neatly trimmed, so she could see the details of every forbidden part of him. She let him guide her forward and she put her lips to his scrotum and then drew her tongue over the flush skin. He tasted of musk and heat, and some primal part of her wanted to bury herself in his scent.
He grunted and gave his cock a squeeze like he was staving off orgasm. “Don’t be shy, baby. Let’s not pretend you’re a good girl who doesn’t want it.”
She dipped lower, taking his balls in her mouth and rolling her tongue around them. Then she drew her fingers over his perineum again and ventured farther back. She definitely had never dared to go that far with any other guy, but Pike had already told her he played with plugs sometimes, and she couldn’t help her curiosity. She teased the tip of her finger lightly over his opening.
Pike’s hold on her hair faltered. “Fuck me, you’re going to be fun when we do role reversal.”
She hummed against his skin, the words inspiring decadent visions of Pike restrained to a bed and spread out for her to explore and experiment however she wanted. Hell, he was doing what he promised, making her want another night already.
She let her lips kiss a path along the spot where thigh met pelvis and then licked across the knuckles of the hand he had wrapped around his erection. Finally, she kissed the head of his cock and sucked.
He tugged her away from him. “Enough. Hands and knees. Thighs spread, ass in the air.”
“And what if I don’t want to?”
He squatted down, getting eye to eye with her. “Tell me no, Oakley, and see what happens.”
She narrowed her eyes. “No.”