Authors: Lora Leigh
There were none of the conflicting emotions she had felt years before when she had attempted any intimacy with a man. None of the selfishness or sense of triumph. It was pure, undiluted need, pleasure, the desire to give as well as receive.
“Megan, teasing can be a bad thing at this point.” Amusement lay beneath the rough need in his voice as his hips jerked against her flirty licks. “I would advise caution in your play, sweetheart.” His control was tenuous; she could feel his struggle to hold back.
“Hmm, you don’t like it?” she murmured against the straining flesh. The brief thought that they were in the kitchen, still mostly dressed, and playing such erotic games sent a thrill of excitement racing through her.
“Maybe I like it too much.” He seemed to be speaking through gritted teeth as her tongue moved lower, probing beneath the flared cap at the pulsing point where she knew the barb lay hidden.
“Teasing can be fun.” She licked the straining head a second before she let her lips cover the point, suckling at it timidly as her tongue raked over it once again.
His hips jerked as his cock seemed to swell in her grip. Lust, rich and hot, swirled around her, in her, meeting her own, driving the heat tormenting her higher. Every cell in her body seemed sensitized, ready to explode in climax.
“Teasing can be dangerous.” His voice was rougher now, more primal.
She licked at him again before lifting her lips, raking over the hard flesh before her mouth opened and slowly, so slowly she could feel the savage hunger growing, deepening, pouring over her-she consumed the hard crest.
“Sweet Jesus…” Braden felt his control slipping. He could feel the point where the barb emerged growing hotter, a pinpoint of pleasure that tortured and tormented as her lips began to rake over it, just as the sensitive area on the other side pounded with the need for release.
Her lips tightened around his cock, drawing out the pleasure as she learned the shape of him, her curiosity and her pleasure wrapping around him. Feminine hunger slammed into his senses as her suckling mouth began to move with more confidence, with greater intensity.
Son of a bitch, it was killing him. Never, even when trying, when attempting to feel the hunger that drove his partner, had he been able to feel this. Sweet, pure female need wrapping around him, driving his lust higher.
He gripped her hair, holding her to him as her mouth tightened on him, sucking him with a voracious hunger that consumed him.
“Sweet mercy.” He growled, his fingers tightening in her silken strands. “That’s it, baby, suck it harder. Your mouth is so fucking hot you’re burning me alive.”
Her tongue flickered beneath the crest, a hum of pleasure vibrating against the already violently sensitized flesh.
His hands cupped the back of her head as he began thrusting, unable to halt the movement of his hips, pushing into her mouth, retreating. His teeth gritted at the ecstasy consuming him. He was going to have to stop her soon.
Saints alive, he didn’t know if he could hold on to his control to keep from hurting her, to keep the beast raging inside him from taking her with a force he knew could destroy them both.
She hummed against him again, sweet moans of rising desire that tore at his determination to hold back. Her fingers caressed him, stroked the throbbing shaft, curled around the taut spheres below and sent his senses spinning.
“Good girl,” he crooned almost mindlessly now. “Sweet baby, there you go. Suck my cock, Megan…” He gritted his teeth as his head fell back. His hips moved in short, digging strokes, filling her mouth as the vibrations of her moans, the scent of her arousal, stole his sanity.
“Enough…” The barb was throbbing beneath the head, pressing out as he felt his balls tighten with the need to come. “Enough, Megan…” He pulled at her hair, desperate to tear her away from him before he lost all semblance of control.
Her nails nipped at his thighs as her teeth raked his flesh warningly, the small bite of pain sending his senses exploding with heat.
“Fuck… Megan.” His hands dug into her scalp as he tried to hold her still, fought the climax that surged through his body. Electric trails of sensation raced up his spine, tightened his scrotum. His sanity and control receded beneath her suckling mouth.
He felt the barb press outward, extending as her tongue began to flicker desperately over it. Her mouth drew tighter around him as rapture erupted through his body. His seed filled her mouth, explosive jets of semen shooting inside the moist depths as her tongue fought to lick at the hard extension, extending his climax, sending bolt after bolt of sensation racing through his cock.
Megan was lost in the primitive taste and response filling her. Braden did nothing to hide either his mental or physical pleasure. Both filled her, empowered her, and stripped away any caution, any reserve she could have mustered from him.
She drew back from the still-hard, pulsing erection, staring in dazed fascination at the thumb-tip-sized extension pulsing beneath the head of his cock. Its position would allow it to be anchored in the most sensitive portion of a woman’s vagina. High, behind the hard clutch of muscles that would have gripped him had he been buried in her pussy.
As she watched it slowly receded, sinking back into the flesh as though it had never been there.
“It’s amazing.” She smoothed her fingers over the area, a smile tugging at her lips as his hips jerked in response and his hands pulled at her hair.
“It’s damned strange.” He growled, pulling her up, forcing her to straighten against him as he stared down at her with his dark gold eyes, his long honey-and earth-streaked hair falling around his face. “But right now, it’s the least of my concerns.”
The primal throb of power and lust in his voice sent chills racing through her body, followed by a wave of heat that nearly buckled her knees. His eyes glittered with his lust, the planes of his face savage, intent on possession.
“What does concern you then?” She meant to sound teasing, flirtatious. The words came out as a plea instead.
The smile that shaped his lips stole her breath. Arrogant, assured, a confident male animal.
“This concerns me.” His hand moved from her hair to her thighs, his palm sliding between them as he cupped the saturated curves of her sex, grinding against her clit and sending fire racing through her nerve endings.
She arched in his hold, aware of his arm tightening around her back as her knees weakened with the extreme pleasure. She ground herself against him, a gasping cry escaping her throat as liquid fire seemed to consume her.
“I can’t…” She lost the strength to finish the cry as she felt him tear at the material of her shorts, dragging the soft cotton out of the way as she trembled against him.
“Control it?” His rumbled growl was filled with satisfaction. “Hell no. You can’t, Megan, and I wouldn’t stand for it if you could. I want you out of control, baby. Burning with me. Feel. Feel how good it is.”
She jerked against him, her legs straightening until she stood on her tiptoes, her eyes widening, dazing as his finger pressed against the tender opening before sinking inside her.
She felt the slide of moisture rushing from her, easing his way as he filled the sensitive depths of her pussy. His finger moved wickedly, stroking her, rasping against the delicate nerve endings as she shuddered in pleasure.
Oh God, it was so good. Too good. She could feel him inside her, the calloused pad of his finger creating a friction intended to drive her crazy.
“You’re pussy is hot, Megan.” He growled in her ear as his teeth scraped the lobe. “Hot and sweet, like the finest cream. As tight as a fist. Taking you is more pleasure than I ever imagined existed.”
There was no subterfuge, no lies. She could feel his pleasure whipping around her, sinking into her, mixing with her own to create an intoxicating sense of rapture. Her hands roved over his shoulders, the feel of the tiny silken hairs covering his flesh prickling her palms. She wanted to feel him fully against her, feel that satiny pelt rubbing over her, stroking her flesh with a lazy eroticism that stole her mind.
She mewled in rising hunger as his finger moved inside her, thrusting with diabolically slow strokes as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
“Are you going to tease me all morning?” She finally gasped as she felt him change the angle of his hand, felt another finger joining the first. A ragged, tormented moan was her only recourse as he stretched her further, filling her, stealing her breath.
“I want to lay you down and lick at all that sweet cream pouring out of you,” he drawled in her ear, his voice a seductive growl of primal hunger. “I want to fill you with my tongue, Megan, and consume every sweet drop of cream I can force from your body.”
She shuddered, moving against his hand, helpless in the grip of the overpowering need to have him do just that. To feel him licking her, eating her inch by inch.
“Now.” She groaned helplessly. “God, do something before I die.”
The words had no more than left her lips when his fingers slid from her pussy, giving one last caress to the spasming flesh before he bent and pulled her quickly into his arms. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her head falling against his chest as her lips moved to the hard muscle, opening over it then sinking against the tough male flesh helplessly. She wanted to mark him. To taste him. To fill him with the same pleasure he sent racing through her body.
If the tight, hoarse snarl was any indication, she had succeeded.
Within minutes she was naked, lying in her bed and watching as he jerked his pants from his powerful thighs.
Before she could do more than marvel at the powerful male creature intent on possessing her, he was moving over her, his lips catching hers as his chest raked erotically over her already tingling nipples. Wildfire filled her as his tongue pushed between her lips, sweeping into her mouth as he nudged against her tongue, demanding she take him as she had the hard erection earlier.
She arched against him, accepting the riotous demand as the spicy taste filled her senses. Their moans echoed around her, his animalistic, hers beseeching. Pleasure raked through her as he held himself above her, his hands framing her swollen breasts as his fingers began to pluck and plump them. She had never considered her breasts a particularly erotic area, until Braden touched them. Until his hoarse growl filled her mouth a second before he broke the kiss, his lips moving purposely across her jaw and down her neck. He licked at her, nipped at her skin and raked his teeth over the sensitive area before moving inexorably toward the thrusting, hard-tipped mounds.
When he reached them he paused, his eyelids lifting languorously as he glanced up at her, his full, strong lips swollen from their kiss.
“Mine.” The harsh, gravelly pitch of his voice had her trembling in anticipation as his warm breath wafted over her straining nipples.
Resistance was futile, she thought with a spurt of amusement. He was claiming her; she could feel it in every cell of her oversensitive brain.
“Am I?” she challenged him then, smiling up at him with deliberate mystery as she arched into his grip. “Prove it.”
She loved challenging him, loved making his eyes darken, his cheekbones flush with lust.
His fingers tightened on her nipples, sending an electric surge of pleasure tearing through her womb. She gasped, her head falling back weakly, nearly begging at that point for him to fuck her.
“You are,” he promised her, more than satisfied with her response if the tone of his voice was anything to go by.
“Says who?” She was dying for him to prove it. Aching for it.
He chuckled at the deliberate challenge, his thumbs raking sensually over her nipples with a rasping pleasure that had her gritting her teeth to keep from begging him to consume her.
“Oh, I will prove it, baby.” His voice was low, intent. “In ways you could never imagine.”
She tensed at the husky murmur, anticipation and trepidation sliding through her at the misty images that filled her mind. Him behind her, covering her, taking her…
“I don’t think so…” Her gasping laughter surprised her as her eyes opened, meeting his gaze with amused defiance.
She shouldn’t be amused. He was deliberately allowing her to sense his emotions, as well as the desires filling him. And there were many, many desires. They had her blushing from her toes to her hairline, a fiery heat filling her at the thought of them.
“Never say never, baby,” he warned, his eyes sparkling with his own amusement as his head lowered, his tongue licking over the top of her breast. “There are so many different ways I could claim you. You have no idea.”
Oh yes, she did. The pervert! Those ideas of his were whipping through her head now, thoughts, pleasures she could have never imagined. And they were stealing her will, stealing any resistance she might have thought to make. Well. for the most part.
Any thoughts of resisting, surrendering or chastising him for deliberately playing with her mind were washed away beneath the moist, rough warmth of his tongue as it curled over her nipple. The sensitive tip screamed out in pleasure, causing her to jerk at the sensations as a strangled moan left her lips.
She twisted beneath him as he covered the taut point, suckling it into his mouth, rasping against it with his tongue as liquid fire shot through her pussy. Oh hell, she liked that. She liked that so damned much. It was incredible. Hot and tempestuous, and so exciting she almost screamed with the pleasure. Except he stole her breath. Stole her breath, then stole any thoughts she could have made as he moved to the next mound, repeating the action.
He stroked, nibbled, licked and rubbed. His tongue just a bit rasping, just enough to titillate and make her crazy for more. And the way it stroked over her nipple as he sucked at it firmly was definitely making her crazy.
Her hands tangled in his long hair, holding him to her as his fingers plucked and tormented the peak his mouth wasn’t covering. Sharp sensation surged from her nipples to her pussy and stole her breath with the sharp spasms that surged through her womb.