She cupped the bulge in his jeans, and pure feminine power surged through her when Jackson moaned again and thrust into her palm. Normally he had all the control during their encounters, but tonight he’d handed over the reins, and it was so very thrilling to have this big, strong man at her mercy.
Mia squeezed his package, hard, the way she knew he liked it, then undid his Levis and pulled them down his muscular legs. The jeans snagged on his black combat boots, so she quickly scurried to the bottom of the bed to rid him of the pesky footwear.
Once he was naked, his cock rose up in a plea for attention, harder than granite and oozing with precome. The shards of moonlight entering the room through the cracks in the curtains caught on the silver ball bearings adorning his tip, and the piercing only served as a reminder of how dangerously wicked this man was. On the surface he was the consummate gentleman, sweet, polite, generous. But in bed he was a threat to her sanity, a demanding, greedy lover who took what he wanted, when he wanted it.
She loved that dichotomy, the delicious knowledge that she knew something about Jackson Ramsey that most people didn’t.
“You gonna stare at me all night, or am I gettin’ some action?” he said mockingly.
“I don’t know… Maybe I’ll just make you lie here and watch you squirm for a bit.”
“Naah. You’re not that evil.” His tongue swept over his lips. “Besides, you’re dyin’ to suck my dick.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Heck yeah. That’s why you can’t quit staring at it.”
She supposed she could’ve denied it, but what was the point? They both knew she wanted him in her mouth.
So she took him. Bent over, gripped his thick shaft and popped it right between her parted lips.
Jackson swore and gave an upward thrust that sent his erection all the way to the back of her throat. His potent masculine scent captured her senses, coated her tongue, and she desperately wanted to gulp him up. Suck him hard, make him come and swallow every last drop.
But she didn’t.
Nope, because she was having way too much fun teasing him. It was rare for the tables to be turned like this, which meant she had to take advantage of his powerless state and drive him absolutely nuts.
She moved her mouth over him, slowly, drawing out each stroke until he was mumbling incoherently, his fists clawing at the bedspread. When her hand found his balls and cupped the heavy sac, he tried to increase the pace, but she simply clamped her lips around his cockhead and gave it a soft bite of warning.
“Son of a bitch,” Jackson ground out.
His groan of pleasure told her he’d enjoyed the sting of her teeth against his sensitive flesh, so she did it again, gently biting the crown of his dick, then soothing it with the rasp of her tongue.
“Jesus, Mia. You’re killin’ me here.”
She lifted her head and met his tortured brown eyes. “Payback,” she murmured. “For all the times you’ve done the same thing to me.”
Yet for all her brazen threats, she found that she couldn’t tease him for much longer. Pressure had built in her core, a dull ache that was impossible to ignore. After a few more languid licks, she sat up and ripped her clothes off so fast Jackson began to laugh.
“Somethin’ wrong?” he asked innocently.
Mia wiggled out of her panties and climbed up to straddle him with her thighs. “Shut up,” she grumbled. “This is your fault.”
“Aw, shucks. What did I do?”
“You cast a spell on me. Your naked body turns me on so much I don’t even have the patience to tease it.”
His seductive chuckle made her shiver. “Then what are you waitin’ for? Fuck me already.”
Still glaring at him, she rose up, then impaled herself on his rock-hard shaft.
“Oh Lord,” he muttered, his hands immediately landing on her waist. “We fit so fuckin’ well, sugar.”
She couldn’t argue with that. As her inner muscles stretched to accommodate his size, Mia was overcome with a sense of…completion. That was the only way to describe it. Jackson completed her the way no other lover ever had.
Taking a breath, she started to move.
“Faster,” he ordered.
“You’re lying on your back while I ride you, and you’re still trying to boss me around?”
“Yep.” His eyes gleamed. “Now go faster.”
“No.”
She maintained a leisurely pace and ran her palms over his rigid abdomen. Each stroke caused her clit to brush over his pubic bone, until the sensitive nub swelled to the point of pain. The mounting pleasure made it difficult to go slow—she rode him harder now, watching as his gaze darkened with approval.
“That’s it, darlin’, fuck me.” His raspy commands thickened the air. “Squeeze your pussy and bear down on my cock, Mia. Shit, yeah. Just like that.”