Hold 'Em: Vegas Top Guns, Book 3 (9 page)

She ran her hands up his thickly muscled body then bent low to open her mouth over the thin skin covering his collarbones. With the smallest bite, he bucked under her.

“Now, Michael,” she whispered. “Now you can move.”

Chapter Ten

Her words were a starter pistol.

Mike surged. His hips flexed off the mattress, powering his body into her. Holding back had been worth it. Even all those years-ago missteps had been worth it, just to hear her hard grunt. She took all of him easily, but with a pussy so snug that his brain dissolved away. Only a few titillating words lingered here and there. Heat. Slick.
Fuck
.

He had a point to prove. Mindless and bound, he also wanted this to be better,
hellaciously
better, than what they’d shared before. So he fought his gathering orgasm like he’d once fought to stay conscious during a particularly grueling G-force simulation. The body could be controlled.

He squeezed his hands into fists, right where the length of silver chain rattled against the headboard. With a deep inhalation, he forced his thrusts to slow. Now it was all about the grind, deep and long.

Leah moaned. “Shit, like that.”

She nibbled down from his neck, toward the erect nubs of his nipples. Mike watched as she flicked out her tongue. He answered that tingling snap of heat with another long grind.

He had her permission to move, yes, but the act of fucking her was making him greedy. Wants that had been easier to hold back a few minutes ago became an unstoppable current. He wanted to palm her breast and use his teeth as she was doing now. Only after she was mindless under his steady attention would he suck deeply, so slowly.

Most of all he wanted to taste her. Mike could smell her arousal, could nearly imagine her sweet cream sliding over his tongue.

The measured pace of his hips took on a frantic edge. His chest ached from the burning breaths he couldn’t inhale fast enough. Leah’s panting, purring noises were going to drive him insane.

She reared up from his chest and flicked her hair back over her shoulder, just as he’d pictured. The fusion of possible and actual made him smile despite how his quest for control was ripping his body apart.

“Smiling, Michael? At a time like this?”

“Hell yeah.”

With her hands pressed flat against his hips, just in front of her thighs, she applied pressure. Hard pressure. The sudden resistance made him fight all the harder to get up, get
into
her. Only her words killed the impulse.

“Stop, Michael.”

He growled. His back arched off the pillows. Tensing against the chain for the first time—really testing its strength and his—he managed to do as he was told.

Hips still, lungs inflating his chest on quick inhalations, he was surprised by the wash of gray that covered his vision. He hadn’t been this far gone in so long. She was playing him like a practiced mistress. The sweetness. The raunch. The power.

“God, have you any idea what that does to me?” she asked.

No matter how she praised him, her husky words held an element of threat that did vicious things to his guts. She was pleased, but only for now. He would have to keep proving himself.

Over and over. As long as this was the payoff.

“Now hold still. Still as you can. I want to bounce for a while.” She added a seriously cute smile to her wicked intentions. Her thighs tensed. Using Mike’s taut abs for support, she lifted almost to the point of withdrawal. He would’ve slipped free had he moved at all. But he didn’t. Just bit his molars together and focused on the graceful inward dip of her navel.

“That ring feels
amazing
,” she breathed. “I can feel it all the way in, then all the way out again.”

“I’m not hard enough for you, ma’am?”

She actually giggled, then arched until her hands were flat against the muscles of his thighs. “You’re plenty hard, pretty boy. But believe me, this is an added bonus. Is it the same for you?”

“All the way in, then all the way out again.”

Leah’s smile melted into something more desperate as she continued to build speed. Her whole body was powered by those gorgeous legs and the sleek fitness of her midsection. Up and down, her body used his. All the while Mike battled the raging storm in his blood. Tidal waves and the engine of an F-16 had nothing on the force that crashed across his nerves each time her pussy swallowed him up.

She reached a hand between her legs, circling her clit with stiff fingers. He groaned, his ass gripping against another quick spike of arousal.

“Michael,” she gasped, eyes heavy-lidded. “Fuck me.”

His fists unclenched. Every muscle in his body relaxed then did as she commanded. Harder now, so much deeper, he met her body halfway with each thrust. She dropped down. He pistoned up. The fast staccato slap of sweaty skin mingled with panting breaths.

“Don’t you come yet,” she said, breathless. “I’m first.”

“Damn it, Leah.”

Even then, so close to completion, she retaliated. She braced her weight with one hand smack in the middle of his chest. With the other she grabbed the back of his head. Fingers threaded through his hair and she twisted.

“Try again,” she gritted out.

Mike resisted. Seeing her pissed was whisking his brain into scrambled egg. He yanked his head to the side, nearly free of her grip.

She gave up on his chest. Fingers splayed, she caught his head with both hands. “Try again. With an apology.”

Teeth bared, he continued to thrust. His hips would not be stopped.

Leah tunneled her fingers back, deeper, until she captured his whole scalp beneath the dull nubs of her nails. She flexed and at the same time clenched the muscles of her pussy. Mike grunted, letting out a forceful gasp.

“With an apology,” she repeated, each syllable crisp. “Or you get nothing.”

He’d lost it. Somewhere. All he wanted was permission to let go. She was asking for too much.

“Michael,” she whispered against his mouth. “You’ve given me something wonderful here tonight. It fits me. It fits my skin. But this is the truth, pretty boy. You may have your three years’ experience on me here, but I will stop right now and leave you begging if you don’t apologize.”

Proving the point, she slid up, up, until only the tip of his head nestled against the wet entrance to her pussy.

Whatever resistance Mike had left seeped to zero. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Meant no offense.” He blinked. Shuddered. Groaned. “I’m yours to command.”

“Good boy.”

She dropped down on him again, holding nothing back. Thrust for thrust they met one another, rattling the chains, smacking the headboard against the wall. Leah’s cheeks flushed red. Her hair was a tangled, sweaty mess. Straight and proud, breasts out, she rode him.

Her orgasm clamped the head of his cock then gripped his entire staff. Chin toward the ceiling, she bucked her hips against that jerking release. First a groan, and then a sharp, keening wail.

“Come now, Michael,” she gasped, even as her shoulders danced beneath another shiver.

Mike’s vision went hazy red. He’d been holding back, waiting so long, that the trigger for his release took a moment to find. Leah provided it, of course, although he couldn’t know if it was intentional. She simply looked down at him with wide, awed baby-doll eyes and gave him a smile with those crooked lips.

His balls tightened, the head of his cock swelled again, and he exploded. The chains tensed as he came. The restraints held him as firmly as Leah’s pussy. Roll after roll of hot light hit behind his eyes as his body shuddered and twisted. He sank deep, deeper into each pulse. A moaned curse slipped from his throat.

“That was pretty to watch,” Leah said.

Her voice sounded far away, but she was right there, still straddling him on his bed. Mike tried to find a grin. Nothing happened. He could only close his eyes, licking his lips as the last tremors twitched through his body.

Carefully, Leah pulled free. She made a little rumbling sound in her throat, all satisfied female.

But something changed. She lay by his side, stretched fully, as a storm cloud shadowed her happy features. “Hey, that was okay, yeah?”

Now his grin was easy to find. Her sudden hesitancy was such a shift after her ball-busting performance and ten-mile streak of confidence. “A helluva lot better than okay. Leah, that was incredible.”

She quirked a smile. “Fucking A, it was.”

Mike cleared his throat with a slight rattle of the chains. He lifted his brows. “Help a guy out?”

Her beautiful smile broadened into a full laugh. He enjoyed the effect that had on her bare breasts. “Please tell me you don’t generally pick up random chicks and let them lock you up. That could slide toward conduct unbecoming pretty quick.”

“I told you, it’s trust and the right woman. We have history.” He shrugged. “It was worth the chance.”

First she unhooked the chain from the hasps, unwinding it from the headboard. Mike gingerly pulled his arms down as blood rushed back. He hissed softly. Leah must have noticed because she took one hand in both of hers and kissed each fingertip, swiping her tongue along the sensitized pads.

His fingers in her mouth, with the leather still banding his wrists, was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever been privileged to see. Jesus, he loved her lips.

After those tender ministrations, she retrieved the tiny key from the bedside table and unlocked the restraints. Still nude, she arranged each piece back in the bedside table drawer, almost reverent in making sure she found their right places. Mike quickly discarded his condom, trying to shake that image. It was nearly too perfect to believe.

“Come here,” she said gently from where she sat half-propped on the pillows. There was no mistaking the command in her voice, but she’d backed way off.

Mike padded toward the bed. He stood naked, curbing a grin as she devoured him with her gaze. A guy could get used to being appreciated so thoroughly. She opened her arms in welcome.

Sinking onto the mattress was easy after the night’s exertions. He released a shaky sigh as she guided his head to her stomach. Her hands petted his forehead, his hair, his nape, softly, in a rhythm that soothed the last of his crazy, pinging nerves. That touch was a reward in itself.

Mike laid his hand on the curve of her hip, circling her soft skin. He stroked upward in silent thanks for what she’d done. Because he needed to. The leap she’d taken into unfamiliar territory was humbling. Sure, she’d enjoyed herself, but she’d had no guarantees. That she’d taken such a risk for him was incredible.

The breasts he’d only been able to admire now filled his hands. Full and perfectly shaped, they were meant to be caressed. Nothing overtly sexual in his touch now—just a gentle relearning of the body he’d once known.

“Are you staying?” he asked against her stomach.

“May I?”

He laughed and tickled up her sides. Leah jackknifed around a fit of giggles.

“Stop!”

Although the temptation to continue was great, Mike behaved himself. “Yes, you may.”

But even his grin couldn’t shake the strangeness of their reversal. Naked in bed, their bodies having just shared so much, he knew that his mind wasn’t yet back to being his own. She could’ve said, “I’m staying,” and he’d have handed over his toothbrush. That was the true risk of being with a dominant woman. Not the toys. Not even the sex. Coming back into himself as a man became more difficult with each encounter.

Which was why he’d indulged in so few.

They ended up under the covers. Leah reached out to shut off the table lamp. That shift gently rattled the headboard against the wall. Laughing, she snuggled in beside him. “Now I know the real reason you have a house instead of an apartment.”

He found her mouth in the darkness, kissing softly, smiling against her lips. This was familiar territory for them both. They’d slept that way before, tucked together. The effect was so much stronger this time, with his body
and
mind so thoroughly satisfied. “Go to sleep, Leah.”

Chapter Eleven

By the time Leah woke up, her position with Mike had shifted. She’d rolled onto her side, facing the edge of the bed, and he was wrapped fully around her. The sheets were soft, warm chains binding their legs. His chin tucked over her head. Against her ass burned the thick pipe of his erection, but she didn’t think he was awake. His breathing was too smooth and deep.

Slipping out of bed meant unwinding his arm from around her waist, but she managed quietly. He groaned then rolled onto his back as she padded into the bathroom.

Barely unpacked, the room was stark and the tile cold under her feet. She splashed her face with cold water anyway.

What in the name of God had happened last night?

It had started innocently enough. Then her whole existence had gone
kablooey
. Up and off into the stratosphere.

She’d liked it, there was no mistaking that. More than liked it. She’d sucked the experience into her whole being, finding a hidden part of herself that had been starving. For years. And Michael was her sustenance.

That same rightness, that same fulfillment, made it even scarier, like she’d lost thousands of feet of altitude in one huge dip. Terrifying. She hadn’t been trained to overcome this one. She was on her own.