“Hold still then, gun girl.”
She stops, or tries her best. Little giggles are still erupting out of her mouth. I’m being rough with her, but she’s sending me all the right signals. I just need to learn to read her better. Know her better. Teach her how I like it, and let her show me how she responds.
I spread her legs open on the stairs and lick her *. She sucks in air and then holds it in as my tongue sweeps around her folds. “Oh,” she moans. “My fucking God.”
I lick her again, then catch her soft skin between my teeth and give it a nip. She jumps, squealing, and the nausea rolls though me and I stop immediately.
A hand on my shoulder gives me reassurance. “It’s OK, Lincoln. I love it. Don’t get my signals mixed up.”
“I’ll never hurt you again, Molly. Ever. I promise. And if you need a hero, I’ll be your hero. You belong to me. You are my Omega and I love that. I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”
“Then take me the way you want, Alpha. Because we start now. This is our beginning. Tonight. Right here on my stairs. I want you to fuck me until you feel sick, then do it again and again until it doesn’t make you sick anymore. So next time you won’t have to wonder where my limits are.”
Jesus Christ. Molly Masters is my fantasy realized.
“Challenge accepted.”
Chapter Thirty-Two - Molly
His mouth is driving me crazy and it’s not nearly enough.
I don’t even know what to do except let him know I want more. So I thread my fingers into his unruly, bad-boy hair and grab hold. “Lick me,” I say, looking into his flashing eyes. “I’ll beg for it if you want. But please, just keep going.”
“Mmmmm,” he says around my nipple. “I like begging. But let’s make this a little more interesting.” And then he lowers himself down to my * and sucks on my clit.
“Jesus,” I whisper. “I agree, no matter what your idea is.”
He laughs into my * and this makes my back arch and my nipples jut up into hard peaks. His tongue feels like magic and when he pulls away, I try my best to make him continue. “Easy.” His words vibrate against my clit and drive me wild. “Let’s have some fun.”
“I’m fine with this kind of fun,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
“But games are good, gun girl. And this one especially. It’s called pain and pleasure. I get to do anything I want. You get to tell me to keep going or stop and try something else. But you can’t be shy, Molly. You just have to trust me, open yourself up to new things, and be honest. That’s the only thing that matters.”
My heart starts beating fast. I’ve never been adventurous in bed but I’m willing to give it a shot. Take one for the team, as they say. “I’m your captive,” I say. His brows furrow and that little growl he does makes me shiver with anticipation. “I’m your prisoner, Lincoln. And I’m ready.”
He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes fixed on mine, those little flecks of amber shining intensely. “OK,” he says. He places his palms in that tender spot of skin that forms a dent behind each knee and rolls my legs forward, spreading them wide. I expect him to keep licking and sucking my *, but he dips down lower and his tongue sweeps against my little pucker of an asshole.
I tense up and draw in a gasp of air.
“Pain or pleasure?” he asks between licks.
“Pleasure, but—”
“Be patient,” he commands, cutting me off. “Don’t expect anything, and don’t get ahead of yourself. OK?”
I nod and whisper, “OK.”
As soon as the word comes out of my mouth his fingers are probing. He’s got his gloves off and even though the leather was the softest thing I’ve ever felt, his touch is softer. A gentle sweep, a lick and a suck, and a few breaths of air caressing the desire between my legs make me want to be wild.
But his slow patience, his complete attention, and his gentle nature as he explores the depths of my sexuality make me want to be still.
His fingers drift up so he can gather the wetness of my folds and drag it back down to where his tongue is still licking. Slowly he brushes the rim of my ass with my own desire. “Pain or pleasure?” he asks, the heat of his words making me close my eyes.
“Pleasure,” I whisper.
His fingers are already seeking out new territory before my answer is complete. He pushes against the tight muscles of my ass, and I wriggle away from the shock of it. “Pain,” I say.