“I’m keeping a good eye on you.”
“You’re ignoring the duties of your job, Walker,” she taunted.
“I’m doing exactly what I came back to Lake Tahoe to do.”
Her eyes widened in surprise at that.
“Let go of me now,” she grated out between clenched teeth.
“When you’ve gotten what you were asking for,” he said quiet
ly. His hand moved. She panted as he shaped a breast to his palm. Arousal stabbed at her clit.
“You’ve grown larger,” he murmured as he used his fingertips to pluck at a nipple. She opened her mouth to speak, but the sight of him watching himself play with her breast left her speechless. Wetness surged from her pussy. “Not much,” he continued as he filled his hand with her other breast. “I’m glad. You’re so firm.” He lifted both breasts slightly in his hands and then released her, watching as the taut flesh sprung back into place. “Look at that. You always did have the prettiest breasts,” he said distractedly. “Your nipples get just as stiff as they used to.”
Madeline moaned, strung tight on a wire of anger and arousal.
“No, don’t,” she whispered when he placed both of his hands on her rib cage, holding her in place, and bent, lowering his head. She knew she’d be a goner if he put his mouth on her.
But it was too late.
“Oh God,” she groaned in pleasure when he inserted an erect nipple between his lips. His mouth felt hot. His tongue agitated the aroused flesh like a tender lash. Arousal—so sharp it was almost painful—zipped down to her pussy like a lightning flash. She twisted in his hold, trying to get more friction on her aching nipples. His hand shifted. He pinched at her other nipple with gentle, calloused fingertips, coaxing the flesh into further pronouncement.
He growled, low and feral, and twisted his head, finding her other breast with his mouth. He pinched the moist crest with forefinger and thumb as if to make up for his abandonment. Her excitement mounted.
“Bite it,” she demanded in a harsh whisper.
He gathered both breasts in his hands and pushed them together. He slid a distended nipple between his lips and suckled. When he gave her what she wanted, she shrieked with excitement. Her pleasure swelled, made even more imperative by the subtle spice of pain his teeth wrought. Madeline was transformed into a bundle of raw nerve and throbbing need. She writhed in her restraint, desperate to press against him.
She murmured in dazed protest when he lifted his dark blond head a moment later. He held her breasts in his hands and inspected his work.
“Walker,” she moaned miserably when she glanced down and saw how erect her nipples were, how the center nubbin had elongated beneath his mouth and fingers, how rosy they’d become as he sucked and blood gathered just below the surface. She’d lied when she said she sunbathed topless all the time. Her breasts were paler than the surrounding skin, a stark contrast to her tan and dark pink nipples.
“You used to be able to come from nipple stimulation alone,” he said in recollection, his breath whisking across her moist nipple. He pursed his lips and blew at her softly. Shivers rippled down her spine. “Do you know how rare that is?”
She didn’t answer, but groaned in an agony of arousal, wriggling in his hold.
He moved his hands to her sides, stilling her. She saw the gleam of his blue-green eyes in the shadows.
“Do you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And can you still? Climax from nipple stimulation alone? Can Tony make you come that way, Madeline?”
She opened her mouth to tell the truth, but made a choked sound as she cut herself off at the last second. He sensed the truth anyway, despite her stinginess in saying it. She could tell, because his lips quirked into a small, satisfied smile. Bastard. He knew he’d been the only one who could ever evoke such a response from her.
He lowered his head, and Madeline cursed under her breath. She was handcuffed with her hands above her head, helpless, hot and so aroused her pussy was drenched. She didn’t have any choice but to stand there while Walker proved to her he could still create a riot in her flesh. She hated him for exposing her vulnerability, but she couldn’t stop the pleasure that tore through her flesh like a fire rampaging in a rain-thirsty forest.
He suckled her the way she liked it, firm and just a little rough. She mewled and twisted like a helpless fish on a hook. He bit the tender flesh while continuing his relentless suction. He pinched her other nipple rhythmically: hard, gentle, hard, soothing.
Madeline cried out as she came. It hurt a little to climax without stimulation on her sex, sending tight, cramp-like spasms through her. She writhed, desperate to get pressure on her pussy.
“Shhh,” he soothed when he released her nipple from his mouth. He went to his knees before her. She craned toward him, her wrists pulling at the handcuffs. He glanced up. “Don’t, Madeline. You’ll hurt your wrists. Do you hear me?” he asked sharply when she continued to stretch in her restraints, mindless with lust. She blinked, unable to speak in the midst of her crisis. “That’s right,” he whispered when she eased the pressure on her wrists. “I’ll come to you.” He jerked her panties down to her ankles and pressed his face to her pussy with no further ado.
She let out a scream of delight when he laved at her clit with a stiffened tongue. It was like he threw a switch in her body. Her former orgasm ratcheted up exponentially, detonating like an explosion. He continued to tongue her while he applied a firm suction, and she shuddered in bliss. Thank goodness the fabrics in the changing rooms were rich and luxurious, absorbing her sharp cries of pleasure, because she couldn’t control herself.
Her eyes blinked open heavily a moment later. His head moved between her thighs as he gathered her cream, his actions unapologetically greedy. Madeline panted and tried to bring the room into focus while her orgasm still echoed in her flesh, thanks to Walker’s stroking, stabbing tongue.