House of Payne: Steele (22 page)

Feverishly she tried to wrench herself out of his grip. “Steele, no. Don’t.”

“Easy. Easy. This is just part of the lesson.”

“I don’t want this lesson.”

He paused even as her alarmed voice rang around the room, and that stillness calmed her, as it was clear he had at least heard her. “Were you hurt by that fucker’s mouth? Am I scaring you because of that?”

“No, it’s not that, and that guy is dead so he’s not even a consideration anymore. It’s just that I wasn’t expecting, uh…that. This is just…”

“Wonderful, is what it is, baby,” he finished for her when her voice got drowned in a sea of embarrassment. “But I get it. I’m going too fast for you, so I need to teach you nice and slow before we get to the heavy stuff how incredible this will be. Get down on your knees, Pet, but keep them wide open for me.”

“Steele, seriously, I think I’ve hit my limit.” Her face and neck were uncomfortably hot as she did as she was asked, her hands coming to rest on her thighs. As she settled in, he climbed onto the bed behind her, and one brush from his body told her that he’d gotten rid of the barrier of his clothes. “I’m fine with my mouth on you, but as to having it the other way around…just no.”

“I hear you.” His arms came around her from behind and gave her an almost brotherly hug. Brotherly, except for the red-hot erection poking into the small of her back. “I’m hearing you say no, all right? And I respect that. I’m just going to do my best to convince you that you’re completely wrong.”

Oh, hell
. “Look, the mood’s seriously been broken for me. I mean—” Her breath sucked in sharply when one of his hands slid up to possessively engulf a breast, his fingers boldly tweaking the nipple to aching life, while his other hand went between her legs to do the same to her clit.

“I’ll tell you now, it’s just a damn shame you’ve lost the mood, Pet.” His voice was rough velvet against her ear as he began a synchronized massage of these two unbearably sensitive hot spots. “A man’s got a lot to answer for if he’s careless enough to let his woman’s mood slip away, especially when she went to all the trouble of getting as wet as you’ve gotten for me. Don’t you agree?”

“Ah.” She tried to form words. Tried to even remember what words were. But her brain wouldn’t work. It had been irrevocably shut down by savage, throbbing sensation pulsing from where he touched, making every nerve in her body hum with pleasure.

And he wanted to have a conversation?

Yeah. No.

Not going to happen.

“Yeah, you do. You agree with me.” His chin nudged her hair away from her ear so he could gently sink his teeth into the lobe.
Magnificent
. “Now I’ve got to get my shit together and do everything I can to rekindle your mood, but I’ve gotta be honest with you, sweetness. I don’t know if I can do it. I think I’m going to need your cooperation. You think you can do that for me?”

Her gasps were short, shallow, and in perfect sync with the rhythm of his hands. She could only reach behind her to pull him flush against her before pressing her hands over his. The steel-pipe length of his erection pressed almost completely against her, exciting her all the more. She rubbed up against him, nudging her ass up so that his shaft got stroked by her crack in the hope that she gave him at least a fraction of the pleasure he gave her.

“That’s a good answer, baby.” His breathing became audible, a disturbance that thrilled her even as he played her body like a fine instrument. “Mm. That’s some sweet-ass cooperation right there, but I’m also going to need your patience and a little open-mindedness for what’s going to come—which will be you. Over and over again. You do want to come over and over again, don’t you, Pet?”

“Yes.” It was no more than a tremor of breath as pleasure sank into every cell of her body.

“Such a good Teacher’s Pet.” Again he bit at her lobe. Harder this time, before his mouth sucked away the faint pain. “You need to know that I’m going to do my damnedest to make you lose your fucking mind, Essie. Lose it so bad you never fully get it back. I want it so fucking blown that whenever you remember this night, even if it’s only for a second, not only will you be instantly in the mood that I need you to be in, you’ll also be in need of either a panty change or an immediate fucking. You know what mood I’m talking about, right?”

During this long and deliberate speech that was whispered against her ear, Steele stroked her without mercy, his powerful arms an inescapable cage as she shuddered and cried out, at first instinctively trying to escape the unrelenting stimulation that was simply too much to endure. Then something happened, a sweet drugging of her system, and without conscious consent her head fell back against his shoulder. Her eyes lost their focus as she concentrated only on where his hands touched her, her lips parting for her moaning breath to escape. In that moment she became his to control, his to command, her hips pumping against his hand while her brain checked out, too high on pleasure to know or comprehend anything else.

“I asked you a question, Essie.” His mouth moved to her shoulder and, just like her ass, bit down with a tantalizing sting, and it was enough to snap her out of her euphoric trance. “The mood I need you to be in…you know what that is, right?”

“To… to fuck.” She was both amazed and proud she was able to come up with even that much. “To fuck.”

A gravelly purr of masculine approval sounded before he nuzzled his mouth at the place where shoulder and neck connect. “That’s right. The instant you think of this night, even years from now, I want to make it so good for you that you’ll instantly be so horny that all you’ll want to do is fuck, my sweet, dirty-talking Pet. Doesn’t that sound good?”

She tried to tell him it sounded like freaking heaven on earth.

A shuddery moan was all she managed.

“But I’m not winding you up like this to be in the mood for just any kind of fucking. Nuh-uh, baby. I’m on a mission. I genuinely want to make you insane by doing this—” He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “And this.” He did the same down below, causing her body to jolt even as a ragged half-scream of agonized bliss was torn from her. “But… I’m not going to let you get off.”

Wait, what?

“You’re not going to get any satisfaction from my hands or my cock tonight.”

His statement was a jagged knife that cut through the haze shrouding her mind. “W-what?”

“This born-to-bang body of yours is so damn good at coming, did you know that? You get off so easily, it’s unbelievable. Just a little teasing at the bowling alley and suddenly you were fucking my hand like your life depended on it, not giving a shit if the whole world knew what was happening. You just grabbed for what you wanted and you went to town, no hesitation. It was a beautiful thing to see. That’s when I knew you were like me—there isn’t much you won’t do in this world as long as you can get off. You fucking love to come. And that’s why I know being denied satisfaction tonight is going to be torture for you. But I have to do it. It’s for your own good.”

How could anything like that be
good
? “Steele… please don’t.”

“There’s only one way you’re getting an orgasm tonight, Pet—with my mouth. And I’ll only do it if you
ask
me for it. You need to make peace with the fact that you really do want my mouth on this sweet little nub, sucking on it like it’s my own personal piece of candy. Can you imagine what that’s going to feel like?”

Oh.

“I bet you can almost feel it, if you think about it hard enough. My tongue licking you. Teasing you.”

Oh.

“My lips closing in on it, sucking you into my mouth, sucking the blood close to the surface to make it even more sensitive before flicking my tongue over it until you scream.”

Oh!

“You’re.” Shivers of feverish pleasure rippled through her as his touch and his words tormented her in the best possible way. “Killing.” Her breath quickened, along with his pace. “
Me
.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way. You’re so close to it now, you can almost taste it.” That crooning voice and the tongue that teased her ear were all part of the overall seduction of her senses, and the vicious tightening of her muscles made her moan helplessly. “Yeah. So close. You’re right on the edge. Close enough…to stop.”

No!

A broken cry ripped from her as his actions followed his words. Her nervous system, so alight and expectant, went into a kind icy shock when he took himself from her. It was so god-awful, that shock, that she didn’t notice her wrists had been gently corralled by his hands until she tried to finish the job herself.

“
No
.” Unfulfilled and furious with frustration, she writhed in the desperate hope that movement would somehow trigger the burgeoning release now corked up inside her. He thwarted even that small chance by pushing her down onto the bed so that she fell sideways against the pillows. He went down with her, his body curved around her, a hair-roughened knee coming between hers so she couldn’t even squeeze her thighs together.

Damn him.

She’d fucking
kill
him for this.

“I know you want to kill me.” His breath was rough, almost pained, and belatedly she realized she’d spoken her thoughts out loud through a dry sob of almost incoherent rage. “But you want me to fuck you even more.”

“Yes.” She didn’t give a damn how she sounded now. Nothing mattered, except relieving the unsatisfied tension crushing her inside. “
Fuck me
, you bastard.”

“No.”

She’d kill him, she’d kill him, she’d kill him…

It seemed like they stayed there forever, curled into each other, tense and unmoving. Then, by degrees the tension trickled out of her overwrought body, the throb of her heart climbed back down into an almost normal rhythm, her skin cooled.

Then his hand went between her legs and within no more than a minute or two, he had her shuddering and moaning, the sweet agony of pleasure tightening so hard, so excruciatingly
good
, she could feel herself speeding toward the greatest—

He stopped again.

To her horror, she burst into tears. “
Damn you
.”

“You want to come?”

“Yes. God,
yes
.”

“There’s only one way you’re getting that tonight, Essie. Same with me, so we’re in the same boat here. So I’ll ask you again… you want to come?”

“Yes.” She couldn’t lie, because he knew her better than she knew herself. At this point she’d do anything.

His arms tightened. “You want to wrap those soft lips around my cock and suck me off, while you grind your pussy against my face so my mouth can make you come your brains out, is that it? Convince me you want it, Pet, or I swear nothing is gonna happen and we’re both going to suffer tonight.”

Dear God. “I want it. I
want
it, Steele.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even move. He just…

Waited.

Damn him to hell.

“I…” She could barely manage a whisper, she was shaking so much, furious he was forcing her to admit what he knew she wanted, and ravenous for what he was making her ask for. “I want to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you off, while I grind my pussy against your face so your mouth can make me come my brains out.”

Without another word he flipped her with shocking ease, his strength almost spring-loaded. Before she knew it, she was on her hands and knees, suspended over him while he settled himself on his back under her, his legs bent. His hands smoothed up her thighs to grip both her ass cheeks, but when he didn’t push her down like she’d expected, understanding clicked into place. Even now, he would never use brute force to make this happen.

She had to do it herself.

Shivering with the force of her need, she lowered herself to his mouth… and shuddered when his lips nuzzled the swollen, slick tissues of her cleft.

Yes.

His hips lifted off the mattress and all at once her vision was filled with his fiercely erect cock. From its thick base he was a dark red, veins standing out against the satin-smooth flesh up to his darker, almost purple head, and it was so full it almost lay against his abdomen. Perhaps it made her a bad person, but the first thought that went through her head was to pay him back for tormenting her by giving him a taste of his own damn medicine.

But even as she ran her tongue long his impressive length before covering the pulsating, dark crown with moistened lips, deep down was the unrelenting drive to give him the greatest pleasure he had ever known. The mere thought heightened her own pleasure, and when she wrapped a hand around his base and took him so deep he moaned, a spasm of near-release tightened her muscles in her pelvic area.

For what seemed like a suspended eternity, she was torn between the pleasure he gave her and the pleasure she wanted to give. She loved it when she could make him groan; the vibration of it against the super-sensitive flesh his mouth was working was more addicting than any drug on the planet. Because of that, she did everything possible to make him groan again, her lips wet with her sliding efforts even as he began to thrust into her mouth. The pulsations of his cock grew more pronounced while her tongue fluttered around him, and the saltiness of his flavor made her tongue tingle even as he hit the back of her throat for the first time.