"I said not yet." I need a few more quick breaths before I can say anything else. "You won't come until I let you. And I won't do that until I've satisfied my needs."
She smacks my chest. "You asshole."
"Call me whatever you like." I grasp her chin. "But your body belongs to me."
Chapter Twelve
Allison
He owns my body? Like hell. I might've agreed to let him have sex with me, but no part of me belongs to him. Maybe I have to let him do whatever he wants to me, so he'll protect me from the monsters outside. That doesn't make me his property. I should tell him to go to hell, then get out of here as quickly as I can. He thinks I need him. I thought that too, but I can find another way to protect myself.
So what if my body is throbbing with the need to come? I'm not a slave to lust, and I'm definitely not his property.
He palms my ass, then massages it with sensual movements of his strong fingers.
I can't stop myself from sagging into him just a little. When he lowers his head to my neck and nips my flesh, I suck in a sharp breath. I try to steel myself to his seduction, but somehow he knows exactly which buttons to push inside me, exactly how to touch me and arouse me until I'm panting for him. He clamps a hand over one breast, then closes his mouth over the tip and the areola, suckling it so hard that a sharp electric shock fires down my nerves and straight into my sex.
Maybe I am a slave to my lust for Dax, because I sag against him even more. Without his body propping me up, I'd collapse into a heap on the floor.
Dax flips me around so I'm facing away from him, his callused hands rough against my skin.
"Hands on the wall," he says, his voice as rough as his palms.
I slap my hands on the cold concrete.
With one knee, he shoves my thighs apart. Then he takes hold of my hips and thrusts his cock between my legs, though he doesn't push inside me. He pumps his hips while keeping his length nestled between my thighs, rasping it up and down my cleft while alternately hissing in breaths and groaning with what sounds like agony. I feel that way too as my body ramps up toward orgasm again, second by second, every movement of his cock spreading my slickness over his skin.
I grit my teeth and claw at the wall with my fingertips while the pressure inside me intensifies. "Dax, please."
He pistons his hips faster and faster, grunting like a rutting animal while his balls smack into my ass.
Suddenly, he pulls away.
I'm on fire, dammit, so close to climax that I swear I can taste it. But he stopped. Again. I glance over my shoulder, and the bastard is just standing there with his erection jutting straight out from his body in a way I've never seen with any other man. The head is bright red, and his flesh glistens from the tip straight down to the base, coated with my cream and the beads of moisture poised on his crown. I can't catch my breath, overwhelmed by the need to turn around and take him into my mouth just so I can taste him.
But damn, I need to come so badly. I can't stop myself from reaching down to slip my fingers between my folds, where my juices have made my flesh so slick and hot.
Dax seizes my wrist, yanking my hand away from my body. "No."
"I can't stand it anymore."
"You will stand it for as long as I want you to."
He drops to his knees, gripping my ass with both hands, and shoves his face between my thighs. In one long, sensuous lick, he drags his tongue up my cleft from my opening to the rigid head of my clitoris. I cry out, the sound half whimper and half demand. But I don't come. He won't let me. And heaven help me, I don't want him to set me off yet.
He scrapes his teeth down my inner thigh and back up to my mound. With a hungry groan, he sinks his teeth into the flesh there while breaths bluster out of his nostrils to tease the hairs.
I clutch his head and let out a long, guttural moan.
Dax lifts his head to look at me. "Beg me to do it."
"What?"
"Beg me to fuck you until you come."
I'm breathing so hard I can barely understand his command, and I don't have the willpower to resist. "Please, Dax, fuck me until we both come."
His nostrils flare as he rises and rakes his gaze over me from head to toe. With one hand, he strokes his length. "Lie on the floor, facedown."