Authors: Kris Norris
Damn the little minx, she was deliberately tempting him.
Daring him to lose control.
A sudden flood of images flashed through his head, and he grabbed on to the most erotic one. He breathed heavily in her ear, feeling her body tremble with anticipation. “Both,” he whispered, slipping his fingers farther under her shirt until he caressed her ass.
It was bare. No panties.
Shit
.
“You’re not wearing anything underneath.”
Her innocent laugh filled the room. “I told you I only had one set of panties. And they’re dying on the line.”
Gage eased his fingers around the soft flesh, cupping it in his hand. It fit perfectly, with just enough softness to make his arousal skyrocket. He needed to be inside her, now, pumping hard and fast, claiming her with every inch of his body. She was his, and the sooner he’d shown her that, the sooner he could concentrate on other things, like keeping her safe.
But first things first.
He moved his hands, gently massaging her round cheeks. They were cool from the air, and the simple touch of his skin on hers prickled her flesh.
“Cold, darling?”
“Not for long,” she whispered, drawing her tongue along his jaw until she could snag his lower lip between her teeth. She tugged on it once then released it, laving the slight hurt with a series of licks. He was just about to ravage her mouth when she moved her lips to his chest, lightly stroking it across his nipple. He froze, unable to pull away from the gentle assault.
Damn, she was good at seducing him.
Touching him with just the right pressure to leave him yearning for more.
She kneaded the tight muscles on his stomach as she worked at his chest, drawing him into her mouth as she softly suckled him. A shiver ran through his body and into hers, as she trailed her fingers to the fly of his jeans, firmly massaging his bulging erection.
“Do you know how much I love touching you?” she asked, slowly releasing the button.
Gage groaned his reply, not able to form any words. Her fingers were caressing the small patch of skin she’d exposed, their tips grazing the top of his crown. She smiled against his chest, apparently amused by his response.
“You’re so strong and hard. I could run my fingers along your skin forever.”
She pressed her lips to his skin as she slowly released the zipper, moaning around his nipple at the loud hiss that echoed off the walls. He wanted to talk back, whisper sexy words that would have her dripping cream down her thighs, but her blatant approval of his erection stole any thoughts from his mind. Every neuron was focused on the slow descent of her hand. The way her fingers skimmed over his cock, exerting just enough pressure to make him swell even further. His chest squeezed and realised he’d been holding his breath.
He hissed out the air in a long whoosh, rustling her hair as she stayed pressed against him. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, as she pumped it up and down inside his underwear. He gritted his teeth, willing the climax building inside to stand down.
“Brooklyn.”
Her name came out as a strangled moan as she released his cock and twisted her thumbs around the loops of his jeans and yanked them down along with his briefs. Before he could utter a protest, she’d shoved them to his ankles with one foot and was cupping his sac in her left hand.
“God damn.
You’re going to kill me, darling.”
“Then you’ll die a happy man,” she mused, rocking his balls in her hand.
Gage stared down at her. Her eyes glittered, so dark with arousal only the rim was edged in colour. Her lips were wet from kissing his chest and the skin over her cheeks was taut.
“I said I wanted to do this right. That means I need to please you first.”
Brooklyn
shook her head, softly squeezing his sac. She smiled at the unbridled moan that twisted from his lips. “If you truly want to please me, then you’ll allow me this time with you. I need to touch you, taste you. It’s been so long since I’ve felt you come in my mouth.” She lowered her other hand and began a slow stroking motion. “Please, baby. Just let me taste you first. Then I promise you can do whatever you like to my body.”
He tensed around her hand, his chest pushing out his breath. “But…”
“Do you have only one orgasm in you?” she taunted.
He hissed out his breath this time. “You know better than that.
The way I’m feeling, I could come inside you all night without stopping.”
“Then hush, and enjoy the ride.”
With that, Brooklyn sank to her knees, peppering his body with kisses as she blazed a path to his groin. His erection swelled, but she was still surprised by the immensity of it. The veins on his cock were thick, marking a roadway of vessels across his skin. She could see the blood pulsing beneath the surface, the skin drawn so tight she wondered how he could stand the pressure.
Then relieve him of it.
She smiled at the thought, still shocked at the sudden turn of events. One moment she was standing in the bedroom, watching the pieces of her heart collect on the floor, the next she was wrapped in the warmth of his arms, feeling his love for her with every beat of his heart. It was more than she’d ever hoped for. Now she could finally give him all the love and pleasure she felt inside.
“You’re so hard. It always amazes me that I can do this to you.”
“You have this effect on any man standing in the same room as you. You’re incredibly sensual, and it glows on your skin like a sexual tattoo.” He gasped as she planted a kiss at the base of his cock. “Why do you think I always stay so close when we’re out in public? I know what every other man is thinking, and I want them to know I’m the only one fortunate enough to taste that pretty body of yours. I swear, darling. You make me feel completely possessive.”
Brooklyn
hummed as Gage speared his fingers through her hair, gently tugging on her scalp. “Isn’t that a bit barbaric?”
“You’re damn straight, and I won’t apologise for it. You’re mine, darling. A fact I intend on showing you repeatedly tonight.
If I manage to live through your torture, that is.”
Brooklyn
placed an open-mouthed kiss on the end of his shaft, smiling at the way it sprang up in response. “Does that imply you want me to stop?”
Gage looked down at her, meeting her heated gaze with one even hotter. “I’d rather put a bullet through my head than have you stop. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve
fantasised
about
you sucking me. The way you wrap your lips around me as you slide down my length…” His voice trailed off into a sharp hiss as she did as he’d described. “You’re wicked.”
“Sorry, but I can’t talk right now. I’ve got my mouth full.”
Gage cried out above her as she sank down his shaft again, taking as much as she could into her mouth. His head flared against her throat, and she could taste the first drop of pre-cum coat her tongue. She drew back, licking away the next drop, moaning at the exotic taste of it. It was slightly salty, but mixed with a spicy musk that drove her senses wild. She’d never tasted a man as delicious as Gage. He was like drinking pure desire.
She glanced up at him, warmed by the look of pleasure on his face. His eyes were dark, his skin bunched tight, and the muscles in his stomach and chest flexed with each bob of her head. He was helpless against her assault. That one thought made her feel powerful. He outweighed her by eighty pounds and was easily ten inches taller than her. But in this one act she held the power. Her small hands and delicate touch brought him to his knees, his strength nothing more than the prize she held in her fingers.
And she had no intentions on relinquishing her reward.
Brooklyn
closed her eyes and focused on her delicious task. She wanted to make him so desperate for his release, he’d thrust into her, literally fucking her mouth until he screamed out her name. She suckled harder, rolling her tongue on the underside of his cock as she drew on him. His balls pulled tight to his body, his legs so tense they started to tremble. He chanted in some guttural language, his fingers now clasped around her hair. His control slipped further, his hips jerking against her, as she plunged down, pausing with his cock deep in her mouth, before slowly inching her way back up. A light sweat beaded his chest, as she moved rhythmically around his erection. Each pass made him whimper, until he couldn’t halt the need and he began thrusting into her mouth.
Brooklyn
hummed, feeling his release build. She could almost track the movement. How his sac tightened even further, nearly pulling up inside his body. Or how his stomach clenched hard, outlining the band of muscles weaving towards his chest.
“Are you ready,
baby
?” she asked, releasing his cock for just a second.
“Oh God.
Please, darling. Don’t stop.”
His words were barely perceivable, blending with the heavy air hanging around them. Brooklyn smiled at him as she eased him back inside her mouth, loving how he wailed in response. He was close. She thought about stopping, and waiting for the sensation to pass before starting up again, but she knew she’d lose control. He’d take matters into his own hands, and mount her before she could explain her intentions. Instead she sucked harder, bobbing faster over his flesh, raking her teeth gently against the sensitive hood.
“
Yesss
.”
He tightened his grip, holding her head steady as he pounded her mouth. She could see he was trying to metre his thrusts, but he was too far gone. Brooklyn grabbed his thigh with one hand, the other still stroking his shaft, as she steadied herself for his release.
“I’m going to come. If you don’t want it in your mouth, move back, darling.”
She answered his plea by inching her body closer, giving him no chance at desertion. He clenched his jaw once more,
then
surrendered to the rush of pure pleasure surging through him, crying out her name as the first jet of sperm spurted into her mouth and down her throat. She kept moving, knowing the motion would milk him dry. He came again, another jolt coating her tongue. She drank it all, not wanting to waste the glorious taste of him.
“Good God. Where on earth did you learn to do that?” he sighed, unclenching his fingers from her hair.
Brooklyn
laughed against his thigh, loving how the wisp of air across his cock made his entire body shake. “I write erotic thrillers. What do you think I spend my time imagining? Besides, I need to have someone to base my heroes on, both in and out of bed.”
Gage stared at her, his eyes narrowed, his lips slightly open in surprise. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he watched her rise from the floor.
“Come on. Surely you know you’re the man behind the mystery…the source of all my leading men. Whether his name is Drake, or Logan, it’s still just you, altered to suit the situation. You’re the only man I’ve ever fantasised about.”
Gage stood staring at her a moment longer before pulling her close, pressing one hand around the back of her neck, the other around her waist. She could hear him swallowing hard, fighting against his emotions. She waited, savouring his heat until he finally eased up and drew a finger under her chin, tilting it until she was staring into his eyes.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I won’t let this second chance go to waste.” He brushed his finger across her lips. “I hope you enjoyed your little show, darling.
Because now it’s my turn.”
He pressed closer, bringing his lips to her ear, making her tremble from the hot breath he blew across her lobe. “I have absolutely no intentions of allowing you to come up for air before the night fades into day.”
Chapter Twenty
Gage didn’t give Brooklyn a chance to smile before capturing her mouth in his, taking it hard and deep like he longed to take her body. At least, in the kiss he could give into his carnal desires, and claim her with strong filling strokes that mimicked the way he wanted to make love to her. But he’d made himself a promise, and he wasn’t going to screw this first time up.
Brooklyn
returned his hungry need, tangling her tongue with his. God, it felt so good to love her like this, with no reservations, no worries about what she was thinking. Finally, he could give her everything he’d kept bottled up inside. Show her how deep his feelings ran. He’d spend the night worshipping her, then the rest of his life proving how perfect they were together.
Gage wrapped his fingers in her hair, tilting her head as he deepened the kiss. Her mouth was hot and wet, and he refused to stop before he’d traced every inch of it. Brooklyn gasped when they finally parted, staring into his eyes as he held her only a breath away. Her eyes sparkled. Her lips were swollen and red. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. He held her gaze as he brushed a gentle kiss across the tip of her nose before lifting her into his arms. The house was cold at best, and he wanted her as comfortable as possible for the night he had in store for them.
“You’re too light,” he said, laying her on the bed. “You’ve been neglecting yourself too long.”
“You can feed me in bed…later,” she teased, drawing her fingers along his arms as he moved back. She frowned as he took a step back from the bed. “Aren’t you going to join me?”