“No, but—”
“I didn’t ask for additional commentary. Your safe word or quiet from you, doc. Earlier you said you can’t come. But you really meant you won’t—not for me. Now you don’t have a choice.”
Her muscles tensed as he stepped around to the end of the bed and stared down at her like a victor of war. He climbed onto the mattress and grabbed the thin fabric of her panties, dragging them down her legs and exposing exactly how he was affecting her. Her scent filled the air.
He inhaled deeply and smiled, tracing his fingers over her sensitive flesh. “Let’s see if you taste as bitter as your attitude.”
Oh, God. She didn’t have a moment to prepare herself before Lane was pressing his big hands on the backs of her thighs and opening her wide, exposing every private inch of her. Then, he lowered his head. His hot tongue swept over her like sweet, blessed fire, and she tried to bow up. But the sheets held fast, trapping her in place and not giving her any reprieve.
Lane let out a soft grunt of pleasure. “Hmm. Not bitter at all. At least one part of you is very, very sweet.”
And that was the last he spoke before he put his lips and tongue against her and made her goddamned world explode. He didn’t just tease her or lap at her like an eager dog. She’d found men tended to fall into one camp or the other. He did neither. He kissed her, open mouthed and sensual, sucking her flesh between his lips and circling her clit with his tongue as he slid two fingers inside her. It was slow and tortuous and downright worshipful. Like she was an instrument and only he knew the notes to the song.
Her head tipped back and heat tracked up her body. The pressure of the sheet against her breasts only added to it, the restriction making the lace of her bra drag over her sensitive nipples. Everything was lit up, aware, needy. She tried to reach out to grab his hair to regain some control, but her arms were pinned. The effect only ratcheted her arousal higher. He required surrender.
She hadn’t come for him, so he was going to force it out of her. It was a game. And suddenly, she wanted to play it.
“You think that’s going to work?” she said between panted breaths and fingernails digging into the mattress. “You think you have some sort of magical talent for—”
That was the last word she got out before he curled his fingers right against her G-spot and enveloped her clit with a circle of his tongue.
Every resistant cell in her body flopped over in abject surrender, white flags going up, and release rumbled through her without warning, making her jerk and quiver against the bindings and cry out against her will.
He didn’t stop. He didn’t soften his assault. He continued the magic dance of his fingers and tongue, and somehow, she found herself climbing to the next level of orgasm. The kind that made her sound as if she’d been stabbed with something sharp.
Later, she’d probably be embarrassed about the noises she was making, but right now, she couldn’t think to care. She was tied down and a beautiful, supremely annoying man was going down her like he was giving a master lesson in how to make a woman scream. Maybe he was. She was a mere example in his imaginary seminar. Look how subject A writhes when I rub my fingers against her G-spot. And listen to how she cries out when I massage her clit with my tongue. Observe how her back arches and her pussy clenches when I lick her juices off her like I’m starved for her taste. I am starved for her taste.
The last thought had her cresting, and when her cries turned to wordless gasps and she didn’t think she could take any more, Lane finally eased back. The loss of his warmth almost made her call out for him, but she bit back the urge and panted through the end of her release.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
She had to get herself back together, find her thoughts so she could deal with him again. Keep the game going.
But he didn’t give her time. The sound of a zipper dragging open had her eyelids lifting. Lane stood at the edge of the bed as he unfastened his pants, forearms working, his gaze hot on her, almost mean. Like he was annoyed he wasn’t inside her yet. Like it was her fault. Like he was going to make her pay for it.
That look did things to her it shouldn’t.
But she couldn’t l
et her focus get hung up in those eyes of his. That was too much. Plus, he was pulling off his shirt and, Christ, the man was something to behold. Broad-shouldered and muscular, more bulked up than she typically was drawn to, but goddamn, did it work on him. Her gaze tracked over the dusky trail of hair that led down to his waistband. The waistband he was opening.
Her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth as he tucked his hand in to adjust his erection before sliding his jeans and boxer briefs down his hips. His long fingers wrapped around the shaft of his thick cock and stroked, causing everything inside her to clench. A bead of moisture gathered at the tip and he deftly rolled his thumb over the head, making it glossy. There was something unbearably erotic about the way this man handled his body—so confident and without shame. It was a promise. I know what to do with this. How to make myself feel good. How to make you feel even better.
She could watch him stroke himself like that and never get tired of the show, but she tried to pull her expression into one of boredom. “You just going to jerk off all night or are you going to use that thing?”
He smirked as he continued the slow strokes, spreading more fluid gathering on the head down his shaft. “Maybe I’ll just stand over you and make you watch. Get your sheets all messy. You’d look pretty covered in my come.”
On a different guy, the words would’ve sounded straight out of porn but coming from him, it raised goose bumps. She could picture him doing just that, could imagine how it would feel to have his hot release sliding over her bare skin.
His sly smile went crooked in a deliciously evil way. “And someone likes that idea. You’ve got layers of filthy thoughts in that head of yours, don’t you?”
“Maybe I figure that would be easier, seeing as I’ve already come and gotten what I need.”
He stepped to the edge of the bed and grabbed the condom he’d tossed onto the sheets. He rolled it on while keeping his eyes on her. “Oh, no, I promise, you haven’t gotten near what you need tonight.”
Before she could respond, he released the knot on the sheet and grabbed her ankles. He tugged, dragging her body out from under the bindings until her ass was at the edge of the bed and he was looming over her. All her breath had left the minute he’d pulled on her, and now she had no chance at regaining it. Not with him standing between her knees, cock in hand and gloriously naked. But now that she was free, she tried to lift herself up and flip over.
Two big hands captured her and pushed her onto her back again. “Not so fast, doc. I didn’t tell you to turn over.”