My body buzzes with desire.
And all from his hands on my chest.
"Fuck." I reach for him. Get his chest. Dig my fingers into his firm flesh. "Ryan."
He moves to my other breast. Teases it just as mercilessly.
Finally, he releases his grip on my wrist.
Both hands go to my chest.
He rolls my nipples between his thumb and index finger. It sends a pang straight to my sex.
He does it harder.
Harder.
"Fuck." It's the only word I have. The only way to explain what he does to me.
He toys with me again and again.
Winds me up.
Gets me panting.
Fuck. I'm aching with desire.
"Open your eyes, baby," he demands.
I do.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist and brings my hand to his cock. I cup him over his swimsuit. Rub the soft, wet fabric against his hard flesh.
His lips part with a groan.
His eyelids press together.
His brow furrows and softens.
Mmm. He looks so fucking good wracked with pleasure.
I need more. But I need to stay in this trance too.
To feel like I'm under his spell.
I rub him over his swimsuit. Watch pleasure spill over his expression.
His eyes blink open.
He stares back at me. Stares into me. Into some part no one else sees.
He brings his palm to my cheek. Runs his thumb along my lower lip.
He pulls his hand back. Rests his thumb on my chin. "On your knees, baby."
Yes.
My body cries with relief.
I need his pleasure. More than I need mine. More than I need to come.
And I really fucking need to come.
I bring my hands to his hips. Use them for support to lower myself onto my knees.
He leans down to slide his thumb between my lips.
I stare into his eyes as I suck on the digit.
Fuck, he tastes so good. And I'm so close to being exactly where I need to be.
He pulls his thumb from my lips.
His hands go to his swimsuit.
He pushes it from his hips.
The scrap of black fabric falls to his ankles.
He steps out of it, one foot at a time, and kicks it aside.
And there's Ryan. All of him, hard and ready for me.
Fuck, he's big this close.
My tongue slides over my lips. I look up at him, begging him with my eyes.
He stares back at me. "Suck me off."
Fuck. Yes.
My fingers dig into his hips as I lean forward. Brush my lips against his tip.
He shudders from the soft touch.
I do it again. Again. Again.
It feels so fucking good, making him shake. But it's not enough.
I need more than a tease.
I need him groaning my name as he comes.
I wrap my fingers around his firm flesh. Hold him in place as I bring my lips to his cock.
My tongue slides around his tip. He tastes good. Like chlorine and like Ryan.
I do it again, softer.
Then harder.
His hand knots in my hair.
His groans spur me on.
I look up at him as I take him into my mouth.
Wet waves fall over his piercing blue eyes. But it's not enough to hide the bliss in his expression.
Right now, he's wrapped around my finger.
Right now, I'm the only thing he wants.
Feminine power courses through my veins. He's at my mercy. I'm still at his mercy, but I don't care.
It feels so fucking good.
I suck on his tip until I can only taste Ryan.
Then I take him deeper.
Deeper.
His palm presses against the back of my head. He pushes me farther. To the brink of what I can take.
I swallow to relax my throat.
Take him as deep as I can. Wrap my fingers around the base of his cock so I have all of him.
Slowly, I pull back.
Then I do it again.
Again.
Again.
My eyelids press together as he nudges me with his palm. I surrender to his guidance, taking him deeper then pulling back to suck on his tip, then doing it again.
His free hand goes to my breast. He toys with my nipple as I suck on him.
My sex clenches.
Desire courses through my body.
I feel so good I can barely move.
But I need this. Need him.
I move faster.
Suck harder.
Flick my tongue against his tip.
He lets out a low groan.
There. That's it. I flick my tongue against him again. Softer. Longer. Harder. Shorter.
He tugs at my hair.
I pull back to groan. "Do that again." I wrap my lips around him. Savor the taste of him.
He tugs at my hair as I flick my tongue against him.
I do it again. Again. Again.
"Fuck, Leigh." His breath hitches.
His thighs shake.
He tugs harder.
He's almost there.
I need him there.
I swirl my tongue around his tip. Watch his eyes fill with ecstasy.
His palm nudges against the back of my head.
He stares down at me, asking for permission.
I nod. Groan a yes into his flesh.
His other hand goes to my head.
He tugs at my hair as he holds me in place.
His hips shift as he thrusts into my mouth.
I relax my throat as he rocks into me again and again.
He goes faster. Harder. Deeper.
I swallow so I don't gag.
I stare up at him.
Watch his eyelids press together, his brow soften, his teeth sink into his lip.
There.
"Fuck, Leigh." He tugs at my hair, pulling me backward.
His cock pulses.
He spills over my chest as he comes.
His eyelids blink open.
He stares at me like I'm heaven sent.
Like I'm everything he wants.
The only thing he wants.
Chapter Forty
Ryan
Leighton steps out of the bathroom in a slinky silver dress. She kicks, showing off the mid-thigh slit.
My eyes trace a line from her toes to the gap in her dress.
That thing was made for her. "You look like a spy." Like a gorgeous, too hot for this world spy.
Her hair is pulled back the way it was the first night we fucked.
Silver makeup brings out the green in her eyes.
Purple-pink lipstick draws my gaze to her mouth.
A flashy pendant hangs between her breasts.
"Who says I'm not?" She presses her back against the wall and places her hands in the shape of a gun. "What is your mission, Maddox?"
"Making you come."
"Hmm." She blows smoke from her imaginary pistol. "I may be able to work with you."
"May?"
"It's a vague promise. Is that one orgasm? Two? Three?"
"Until you beg me to stop."
"Hmm." She sets her imaginary gun on the dresser. "And how will you do this?"
"How will I make you come?"
She nods.
"How do you want it, baby?"
"Mr. Maddox, I'm not sure if these pleasantries are appropriate for our relationship."
"What should I call you?"
"Ms. Black."
"That's awfully formal, Ms. Black. Do you really want to scream Maddox when you come?"
She breaks character with a laugh. It's quick, a second, then she shakes it off.
Back to the aloof spy.
"I don't wish to scream anything when I come. Screaming will alert our enemies to our location." She scrapes the carpet with her toes.