On The Rocks (34 page)

Three to go. Just three more.

‘Eight’ fell, the pain hauling a hint of
sweetness along with it. Her thighs were wet, and she slipped her
hand between her soft belly and the hard table.

Xander’s harsh voice boomed in her ear. “I
know
you’re not thinking about touching my pussy,
Princess.”

Exactly what she’d been thinking. She needed
to come so bad her teeth hurt.

“Hands on the table,” he ordered.

She’d barely got her palm back in place
before the next lash fell like he meant it. ‘Nine’ road a moan that
came up from her toes.

By the time the last whip cracked over her
butt, Kizzie was shaking with need and her voice was small as a
fairy. “Ten, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Xander pressed his thighs snug to the backs
of her legs. The pants were gone, his bare skin hot and flush with
hers. His thick cock slipped along her slit as he rocked his hips
into her ass slowly, teasing.

“Think you deserve to come, Princess?”

She moaned, the sound a mixture of anger and
relief and unadulterated need. She had to get him inside of her,
but she kept her face glued to that felt, leaving a sizable wet
spot from the sweat on her brow and the saliva trailing from her
mouth.

In a flash she was spinning around on wobbly
heels, totally in Xander’s control. He lifted her and set her
battered ass on the padded edge of the table.

“Oh god!” It hurt so good.

He dragged her forward, localizing the ache
and then the hurt just hurt. She wanted down. “Ow! Shi—”

He shoved inside her, hard length stretching
her wide and her breathing stopped.

Started up against as a soft little puff of
air. In and out, in and out, not enough to fill her lungs.

“Oh, god.” Her arms circled his neck. Xander
hoisted her legs up around his waist, pushed home again. And again
until she took all of him.

Tears pressed hot against the backs of her
eyes, and her belly shook, so close to release.

But she couldn’t. Not without his
permission.

“Please,” she begged, her voice a ragged
whisper at his ear, “please can I come, Sir.”

Xander slammed into her again, grunted, “You
don’t deserve to come on my cock, Princess.”

His mouth grazed her throat, nipping and
sucking.

“Please.”

“No.”

Kizzie let out a whimper, so close to the
edge she wanted to cry. She rolled her hips, the delicious friction
dragging her up the cliff and in a minute, permission or not, she
was going over the edge.

“X,
please
.”

Rough and ragged breaths beat against her
ear. His hips kept driving, digging, and she clutched him to her,
hanging on. She was sprinting toward the brink now, no turning
back. Any second she was going to come. Hard.

Xander kept pumping, faster now, hands at
her hips pulling her onto his dick. “Come for me, baby.”

Her teeth sank into his shoulder, and a
growl ripped out of his throat. The rumble shot through her, the
edge came up fast, her whole body shook and shook and shook and
shook and then—

She flew apart.

BURIED TO THE hilt in his sub’s sweet cunt,
Xander didn’t dare move a muscle or he’d lose it and come inside
her.

That couldn’t happen.

Not yet.

They hadn’t discussed it and Kizzie got a
vote in the matter. But, damn, it was taking everything in him not
to just let go. He grit his teeth, forcing himself to calm down as
the edge inched away from him. He pulled back slowly, and she
clenched. Bit into his shoulder a little harder.

He was going to crack a molar and rupture a
lung, but he held back. Fought against the inviting clutch of her
pussy tight around him.

On ragged breaths he leveled off, curled his
hips into hers again slowly.

A tiny cry floated out of her mouth,
ghosting over his cheek. She felt better than he’d dreamed and he
risked losing it with every stroke. But having her body melded to
his and her arms holding him tight made the gamble worth it.

He took her right back up and over again,
felt her come hot and wet on his cock. Her head fell back on her
neck, and he watched as her orgasm moved through her.

So beautiful.

Her hazy gaze came to his, a question in the
dark depths. He shook his head.

“You don’t get my cum in you,” he bit out.
“Not yet, Princess. Mouth, belly, or breasts?”

Kizzie’s eyes were completely unfocused and
needy. Sexiest fuckin’ sight ever.

“Where, Kizzie?” he demanded. He had to know
fast or he’d break down.

“Please fuck your sub’s mouth, Sir.”

That alone almost sent him over.

Xander eased out of her carefully, abs
clenched down hard, stroking a hand over his sticky, heavy length
from root to tip. His Princess melted off the edge of the table and
got to her knees.

He fisted her hair, fingers tangled in that
shiny mass as he tipped her head back.

“You don’t swallow until I say.”

Those bright brown eyes looked up at him.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and then they parted—

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, sliding his cock
onto the softness of her tongue.

She flicked the tip. Her nails bit into the
skin of his ass and she pulled him deeper, trying to take him
whole.

He let go, hips cranking back and forth as
he fucked her greedy mouth. Too soon his vision went wonky and his
balls drew up tight, ready to explode. He yanked her head back.
Pumped his fist hard and fast, shuttling over his cock. A rough
bark shot out of his mouth as his head flew back, the orgasm
ripping through him. It took a moment for his breathing to slow and
he looked down at his sub.

Kizzie’s hair was wild, her makeup was a
mess. But her mouth was wide open, a creamy puddle resting on her
tongue. Her chest heaved but she didn’t move. Held his gaze, a
question in her eyes.

He nodded. “Swallow.”

Her mouth closed. Opened again and she
licked her lips to clean them off. “Thank you, Sir.”

Oh, fuck…

Hands braced on the padded edge of the pool
table, Xander sagged into his arms and sucked down air. Tried to
get his shit together, but Kizzie had just blown his mind.

A soft chuckle started below him and he
looked down. “After that, you might have to piggyback me out of
here.”

She pressed her lips to his thigh and he
jerked, still too keyed up to be touched. “Kizzie…”

“Hmm?” she hummed, all sugar and spice.

She really was going to kill him, and it
wouldn’t be a bad way to go.

He reached down and hauled her up. Set her
back on the edge of the table and she hissed.

Their lips met and he stroked her tongue
with his, loving the way her arms went around his neck. The way she
sighed into his mouth. When he pulled back, the look in her eyes
nearly undid him.

“I could’ve been gettin’
that
these
last couple weeks? Now I
really
hate that you left me.”

Left her? Given the choice, he’d never leave
again. Xander shook his head. “
You
made a choice, Princess.
Own it.”

She tipped forward and licked the thundering
pulse at his neck. “Fine. I hate the choice I made.”

At least they agreed on that.

She nibbled his jaw. Pressed barely there
kissed over to his chin. If she didn’t stop they’d be going at it
again and he hadn’t recovered yet.

“It’s a standing offer, Princess. All you
have to do is ask.”

A quick kiss to his mouth, she leaned back
into her arms. Kicked her legs out and let them swing. Then she
looked away. Her dark eyes clouded, brow knit a touch like she’d
fallen into a thought and was struggling with getting out.

“What’s that look? What are you
thinking?”

She shook her head, that loose hair
shimmying. But he knew better. Something was eating at her, and she
was trying hard to ignore it.

“Talk to me.”

“What’s your watch do?”

Xander glanced down at the Breitling. Shit.
He was late.

“Tells time,” he said absently. “Your
necklace calls in a strike team I assume?”

“Nope. Just makes my neck look pretty.” She
hit him with a grin. “What are you here for anyway?”

“Friend of Galletti’s.”

That “yeah right” face made an appearance,
lips pursed, one brow cocked. Looked even cuter in person than he’d
remembered.

“And proof,” he tacked on.

“Of?”

“Not this time, Princess,” he said, shaking
his head. “You and me are strictly personal, remember? Besides, you
already cost me six mill and a salted bomb. That’s the most
expensive present I’ve ever bought a woman, inadvertently or
otherwise.”

“I’ll give you another blowiiiie,” she sang,
negotiating.

He chuckled. “You’re gonna give me another
blowie anyway, ‘cause you like it. And you’re damn good at it.”

Xander backed away from the table, tucking
himself back into his pants. Kizzie hopped down and took over,
caressing his cock one last time. She tucked the tails of his shirt
in, zipped him up, and did up the button. She spun around and
stretched over the green felt for his belt, giving him a great view
of her legs. That luscious ass. The red marks were already starting
to darken, and the thought of the bruises had his cock making a
valiant effort to stand again.

“Why did Sanzio say you were a porn
star?”

She glanced over her shoulder, the move very
porn-star-esque, and rolled her eyes. “Long, unimportant
story.”

Back with the belt, she slid it through the
loops. Got him buckled. Brushed off his shoulders. Thumbed at a
spot on his lower lip. “There. Good as new.”

She handed him his jacket and he slipped it
on.

“How’d you like the belt?”

“Belt
bad.”
Kizzie’s face squished
like she was thinking it over. “But
good
.”

He’d figured. Kizzie liked pain more than
she let on. Which meant he’d have to get creative to actually
punish her. “How long you need to be here?”

She checked his watch. “‘Bout an hour or
so.”

“Hm. I bought a boat.” His arms circled her
waist and he hauled her body against his.

“A man can never have too many boats.”

“This boat, though, I bought for the express
purpose of fucking you on the couch on the second deck.” Smiling,
Kizzie trapped her tongue between her teeth and he kissed the
corner of her mouth. “Wanna get out of here after you’re done?”

She nodded dramatically. “Yes, Sir.”

“Okay. I’ll find you.”

Her gaze stayed on him a long moment before
a soft, “Okay.”

Xander picked up her dress and helped her
into it. She fiddled with her breasts and then looked around at the
floor.

“Looking for these?” He twirled her panties
around his finger, then stuffed them into his breast pocket,
fluffing them out like a pocket square.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Every time you see me for the next
hour or so, you’re gonna look at these panties and remember what we
just did. And what we’re going to do later.”

The night couldn’t end fast enough.

“I’m not even gonna ask why you’re here, but
do me a favor. I really—” he pecked her mouth— “
really
—” did
it again— ”like fuckin’ you. So don’t get dead.”

The smile on her face lit her bright eyes.
“Yes, Sir.”

With one more kiss Xander opened the door,
checked the hall was clear, and left.

20

ACCORDING TO THE display on Lennox’s phone,
one of the tags was already in place. The wife if he had to guess.
Chances were good Abrahan had guards around him, so it could take
Kizzie a little longer to get him pegged. And since Sanzio already
had a filament embedded in him —which Lennox tracked via a
satellite link— there was nothing else to be on the lookout for
until Kizzie needed him as backup.

Which gave him just short of ninety minutes
to sit here at the cottage with his thumb up his butt.

Coming back here was a mistake. These were
the last few moments he and Kizzie would have together, and instead
of being with her he was posted up on the couch, puffing on a cigar
he didn’t want, reminiscing about the night before.

Kizzie had been so perfect in his arms. Her
body molded to his. Hips rocking, lips and tongue seeking. Crazy
how they picked up right where they’d left off so many years
before. The intensity was the same, the passion. Like time and
distance didn’t matter at all.

But she was seeing someone. Or at least she
thought she was. He should respect that but, nope, Lennox didn’t
care about her mystery dude one way or the other.

He shouldn’t be waiting here. He should be
at that party, telling Kizzie exactly how he felt about her.

Rook leapt into his lap and Lennox got busy
stroking the cat’s fur. “What do I do, little buddy? Sit here like
a good little soldier, or break protocol and go to Kizzie?”

The black Bombay snuggled down for a
nap.

Apparently, he should sleep on the
matter.

Five minutes passed before Lennox set Rook
aside and stubbed out his cigar. He slipped his KA-BAR into his
pocket, a twenty-two into his ankle holster, and stomped into a
pair of boots. Screw just sitting around here until she called him.
Lennox was going back to that party to get his girl.

CLUTCH AND LOADED thigh holster in her grip,
Kizzie marched down the long hallway with a new mission on her
mind: find a bathroom. Pronto.

Her hair had to be a mess. And thanks to
Xander now rockin’ her silk undies as a pocket square, her thighs
were both slick and sticky. Plus her lipstick wasn’t the only
makeup her Sir had happily fucked up.

A stupid grin threatened the corners of her
mouth. She swallowed hard to fight it. But the delicious taste of
Xander’s cum lingered on her tongue and waterfalled down her
throat.