“No, nothing like that.” I prop myself up on my elbows and try to think through the pleasure of that pulsing thing he’s doing with his fingers against my G-spot. “I need…” God, that feels good. It would be the easiest thing in the world to let him make me come like this.
But I know how to read a man, and this one will make me orgasm hard enough to see stars, then he’ll fix my dress, call me a car, and send me home. He’s got that kind of selfless martyrdom written all over him. Not tonight.
I push on his shoulders until he sits back and then crawl into his lap and claim his mouth in another kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and hell if that doesn’t make me hotter. I’ve always loved this shit.
“Meg, you don’t have to take care of me.” His hand is between my thighs again, parting my pussy and delving deep. “I want to make you come.”
“You will.” I’m doing a bit of delving on my own. Normally, I pride myself on my seduction techniques. I can have a person on the verge of orgasm just by undressing them when I’m feeling inspired. I love to hold off and tease until pleasure becomes pain becomes pleasure again.
I have none of that finesse tonight.
I need him inside me and I need it now. My hands actually shake as I yank open his pants and reach inside for his cock. And, oh god, he’s even bigger than I anticipated. “I need you.”
He catches my wrist, a frown marring his perfect blond brows. “You don’t have to.”
“Hercules.” I fight his hold to give him a rough stroke that makes a muscle tick in his jaw. “I want to ride your cock. I want you deep and hard inside me, and I want us both to come like that.” When he doesn’t release me, I go in for the kill. “Let me fuck you, Hercules. Now.”
Just like that, he’s mine.
He manages to get his pants off without totally dislodging me, but it’s fine because I’m too busy yanking off my dress to care about the awkwardness of this. Ten years of playing with Carver City’s sexual elite, and I’m fumbling over myself like a teenager.
I dig through the decorative cabinet next to the couch and find a condom. He raises his brows at that but doesn’t comment as I rip the packet open and roll it onto his cock. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
“We don’t have to rush.”
“Speak for yourself.”
His low laugh has my whole body clenching. Hercules catches me around the waist and pulls me closer with one arm while he uses the other hand to position himself at my entrance. “I’ll go slow.”
“I don’t want you to.” I slam down on him and, holy shit, maybe I should have given myself a little bit to adjust to his size. I rock and writhe, but he bands an arm around my waist and seals us together completely.
“Meg.” He sounds just as desperate as I feel.
I run my hands up his chest and meet his gaze. His blue eyes have darkened to near-black, as if his iris swallowed all the color up. Gone is the sweetness that attracted and repelled me in equal measures. This creature is all man, and he’s more than a little smug as he takes in my expression. I can only begin to guess what he sees written across my face, but it pleases him.
“I want you to fuck me.” My command comes out a little breathy, but I can’t help it. Not with him filling me so perfectly.
“I am fucking you.”
I roll my hips, managing a tiny bit of delicious friction. Not enough. Not for what I need, not for what I suspect we both need. I take his chin and hold his gaze. “Fuck me, Hercules. Hard. I promise I won’t break.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he pulls me off his cock and all but tosses me down onto the couch on my stomach. Then he’s between my thighs again, urging my ass up and guiding his cock back into me. I start to rise up, but his hand on the flat of my back stops me.
Dirty boy.
He grips my hips and gives a few experimental thrusts, testing me. If only he knew. I shove back against each one, until he’s so deep, I’m half sure I can feel his cock in the back of my throat. “Yes.”
That’s when I realize he’s been holding back. Because when he starts to move, there’s no mercy for me. It’s fine. I don’t want it. If I wanted something soft and sweet… but then, I never do. This is neither, and it’s perfect in every way. Just down and dirty fucking, each stroke hitting me exactly where I need it. It’s been so long since I had anything resembling vanilla, I had almost forgotten I can get this need met without kink involved.