She hit him with her palm again, feeling the thrill of power rushing through her and letting the high of topping take her away. Her hand stung and her arm was tired, but the way Gibson’s muscles flexed and clenched at every hit, the way his cock continued to leak onto the floor—all of it was the best balm for her soul
she could imagine.
She wanted to do things to him, with him. She wanted to take him away like he was doing for her. If he’d trust her, maybe she could. Maybe this week could be amazing.
When she finally had reddened his entire ass and thighs with her palms, she was burning up from the inside out with her need for him. She wanted to drag him to the couch and climb him like a jungle gym. But she had a feeling if she did that, it would make it too easy for Gibson to talk himself out of this, for whatever fears he had about submission to resurface. They’d have sex and he’d call it quits. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. Gibson needed to know the price of admission, and he needed to pay today.
She grabbed his hips. “Turn around.”
Gibson let out a breath and spun around. His expression was primal, ravenous, color high on his cheeks. His gaze raked over her like roving hands, lingering on her hardened nipples and her wet, clinging panties. “Christ.”
He reached for her, but she batted his hand away. “I didn’t say you could touch.”
Rebellion flared in his eyes, fists curling at his side. “Please, Sam.”
She stepped close to him, putting a hand to his chest, but careful not to let his erection brush against her. She’d lose it if she felt his heat on her. “You grabbed me when you weren’t supposed to earlier. You’ve barged in on my vacation. You’ve pretty much been a pain in my ass since you walked in. Do you think that’s acceptable behavior?”
His jaw clenched. “I’m sorry for grabbing you. Not sorry for the other things.”
She arched a brow and put a hand to her hip. “A consequence, then.”
His nostrils flared. “You’re going to punish me for trying to keep you safe.”
“Not a punishment, per se. A choice.” She tilted her head. “Only one of us gets to come.”
She braced herself for the response, for the pushback, for a curse. Instead, without a second of hesitation, the man in front of her grabbed her by the waist, spun her to the wall, and dropped to his knees.
She gasped as her back hit the wall and he yanked her panties down with such force, they tore in his hands. “Gib—”
But he was a freight train, and she, the car stuck on the tracks. He grabbed her thigh, lifted it over his shoulder, and opened her to him. Cool air hit her bared sex, and the groan that escaped him sent a delicious shiver over her skin. He pressed his nose to the juncture where thigh met pelvis and inhaled like she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched. His fingers slid into her, rough and hot. “Fuck yes. Baby, God . . . you feel so good. So wet.”
The grinding need in his voice nearly undid her. Here he was, hard and hot and horny, obviously needing release, but choosing to pleasure her instead and thankful for the privilege.
Her body clenched tight around the invasion, and she bucked her hips. He nuzzled her thigh, her mound, nipped at her flesh. Teased her labia with the tip of his tongue, making lust-drunk sounds with every swipe. Hungry. He was so hungry. For her. And damn, but the man knew what to do with his mouth. It was all enough to drive her mad but not over the edge. He knew that. He was teasing her. The cocky bastard. Her fingers found his hair, tightly gripping his unruly waves. “You gonna make me come, Andrews, or just pretend you know what you’re doing?”
That blue gaze flicked upward, mischief there. He held the eye contact while he gave her one long swipe with his tongue and curved his fingers inside her.
Unh.
He ran his tongue over his lips like a cat licking off cream and smiled that pirate smile. “Like that, mistress? Or maybe like this.”
He bent forward, wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked. His fingers twisted inside her.
Her head banged back against the wall as every muscle in her body seemed to coil. “Shit.”
She thought he’d continue teasing, but instead he slid his fingers from inside her and lifted her other leg. She protested, the move setting her off balance and taking her off her feet. But he had her. He kept her back pressed against the wall and got both her legs draped over his shoulders. He spread her open with his thumbs, leaving her on display and helpless, and then he was kissing and licking and sucking like she was his last meal.
Her hips rocked and she held on to his hair as an anchor, knowing it had to be hurting him like hell but unable to stop. He only groaned louder, letting her know he liked it like this. Rough. Violent. Edged with pain.
His tongue slid into her entrance and his nose nuzzled against her clit, his stubble scraping against her. It was all so much. So good. Until it was too much, and she was arching back and crying out. But that only made him go at her with even more enthusiasm until her cries and gasps mixed with the slippery, wet sounds of how beyond aroused she’d gotten. She came in a violent wave of jolting orgasms, peaks piling on top of one another until she was tugging at his hair and demanding he stop, that she couldn’t take anymore.
He finally released her and eased her to the floor with a gentleness that belied the violence of the orgasm he’d just given her. She leaned against the wall, eyes closed, chest heaving with ragged breaths, her sex throbbing in time with her frantic heartbeat. She lifted her eyelids, finding him sitting back on his thighs, lips slicked up with her arousal, erection looming huge, and his hungry eyes on her. She wanted to crawl over to him, put her mouth on him, make him lose it like she had.
She expected him to reach for her. But instead he rocked to his feet and grabbed his underwear. He tugged them on, carefully tucking what had to be a painful erection beneath the fabric. He peered down at her with a faint smile. “I think I ruined your panties. Do you need me to grab you another pair? Not that I’m complaining about the view.”
She blinked up at him, trying to hide her shock. He wasn’t going to ask? Wasn’t going to try to get her to return the favor? He had to see in her eyes that she’d been willing.
But no, they’d made a deal. He was sticking with it.