She peered down to see one of the most erotic sights. The top of his head hovered over her chest, his dark hair slightly mussed. All his attention focused on the breast he held. He swiped the rough pad of his thumb over her distended bud, sending the white-hot electricity on a one-way trip to her core. Her breath hissed through her teeth as the shock took hold in its new home.
He looked up, a knowing glint in his gaze as he slowly lowered his head and enveloped her nipple in the glorious heat of his mouth. She cried out and fisted her fingers into his short hair so hard she knew it had to hurt, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his pupils dilated and he opened wide to take as much of her into his mouth as he could. His tongue swirled and flicked on the inside, building frissons of pleasure that exploded when he scraped his teeth over the hard tip.
Needing the same attention for her other breast, she held it in offering with one hand while trying to push his head over. He did release the one he’d worked over, leaving it cherry red and glistening wet, but didn’t follow her lead as she’d hoped. Instead, he paused just before descending on her aching breast, then switched directions and kissed his way down her body.
She groaned, both frustrated and aggravated he’d ignored what she wanted to follow his own agenda. Once he moved low enough where she was no longer pinned by his body, she scooted up to a sitting position. The surprise on his face was only there for a split second, but it was enough to calm the slight need to jump out of her skin.
She pushed him back into a sitting position and straddled his lap, grinding herself on the erection straining under his shorts. Now it was his turn to groan as his head dropped to the back of the couch. Unable to resist, she licked up the column of his throat and sucked on the spot just behind his ear. His fingers burrowed beneath her panties and dug into the flesh of her ass. Returning the favor, he brought his mouth to her neck and trailed wet kisses up to her jaw. But she wanted more.
Leaning back, she again palmed her left breast. “Kiss me here,” she said.
He circled two of his fingers around her nipple, making it pull tighter as the pent-up tingling followed the path of his touch and made her needier with each passing second. He made sure to stay at the edges of her areola, teasing her mercilessly. She clenched her jaw and held still, telling herself the torture would be worth it when he finally gave her the release.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Right now?”
“God, yes, now.”
When she thought she couldn’t take it another moment, he stopped, looked her in the eyes, and said, “Ask me nicely.”
Record scratch. “What?”
“You heard me.” He dragged the rough pads of his fingers over the under swell, igniting every nerve ending in the vicinity. “Ask me nicely to suck on your beautiful breast.”
His demand rankled. A lot. “You want me to beg. I don’t beg anyone for anything.”
He cocked his eyebrow, the jagged scar raising its own doubt in her direction. “I believe you agreed to give me control during sex.”
A bolt of panic sent the hairs on the back of her neck up. “That doesn’t mean I’ll beg for what I want.”
“Is that so?”
She lifted her chin and tried to ignore the screaming needs of her body. She’d walk away from him and spend the night with a battery-operated substitute if she had to.
“Yes, that’s so.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“What—”
Before she had time to register anything, he picked her up, spun around, and deposited her on the couch where he’d sat moments before. Kneeling on the floor between her legs, he pulled her hips forward to the edge of the cushion. Too shocked to do anything else, she watched as his hands pushed her knees out as far as they’d go before sliding up the inside of her thighs.
When his thumbs grazed the edges of her panties they slid over the silk, one pressing over the sensitive spot at the top, the other sliding over the path already wet with desire. Up and down, up and down his thumb stroked, each time adding a little more pressure.
Her sex pulsed with the need to be filled, aching from denial. When at last he pulled her panties off, she released a shaky exhale and tried to control herself. He was trying to get her to crack, but if the state of his cock was any indication, he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. She just had to ride it out and wait for the typical male screw it reaction. No pun intended.
“Starfish, huh?”
She glanced down at the coral-colored tattoo the size of a quarter that could only be seen if she was fully naked. Most of the time she forgot it was even there. “Sea star.”
“Whatever.”
“Not whate—”
“Hey, Red, lecture me later, okay? Right now I need to look at you.” He laid his hands over her breasts and trailed them down her body slowly until he reached the smooth skin of her mound.