Though she tried to turn her head to the side, he held her firmly between his strong hands. “Don’t look away. Look at me. See how much I want you.”
His cock surged between her legs, teasing her sensitized flesh. With one perfect stroke he could be inside her. Instead, he tormented, but the only thing he penetrated her with was his eyes, as if he could see inside her, knew what she was thinking.
“Stop it,” she said.
“Stop what?”
“Looking at me that way.”
He arched one brow. “What way?”
She hated being trussed up like this and unable to walk away. “You know perfectly well what I’m talking about. Untie me.”
“No.”
“My wrists hurt.”
He reached up to examine her wrists. “There’s no chafing. You’re fine.”
“I’m cramping.”
“You’re lying. And wet,” he said, his hard shaft splitting her pussy lips and rubbing her in ways that sent sparks of pleasure deep within her cunt.
“I came, you idiot. Of course I’m wet.”
He moved against her again. “You’re wet because you like this.”
“Do not.” She felt childish saying it but couldn’t help herself. She was at a serious disadvantage here and was forced to resort to whatever tactics she could think of. Which wasn’t much. She was sorely lacking in battle implements.
“You want my cock in you?”
Yes! She shrugged. “I’d like to get on with this.”
He laughed and bent his head down to her breasts, tickling her neck with his hair. She inhaled, absorbing the crisp scent of him, trying not to sigh in utter delight. He did crazy things to her senses.
And when he moved his way down her body again, she groaned. “What are you doing?”
“Priming you,” he murmured in between kissing her skin.
“I’m already primed.”
“Not nearly enough.”
“Stop that. You already did that once.”
He paused and looked up at her, frowning. “Once? Oh, that’s not nearly enough.”
Good God. What was wrong with him anyway? Weren’t men typically after the jackpot? He wasn’t normal, that had to be it. His cock was hard, his balls had to be throbbing mercilessly. The man needed to come. Why didn’t he just fuck her?
But no. Not Rand. He was down there between her legs again, sliding his tongue all over her—”
“Oh my God.”
If it was good the first time, it was even better now. His mouth covered her pussy; his tongue lapped her clit with relentless strokes. Pressure rose like a teapot under a high fire. She jerked against her bonds as he took her to the very edge of reason, swirling his tongue around her clit until she poised right at the precipice of an orgasm.
Then he stopped. She lifted her head and watched him make a lazy crawl up her body. Like a predator about to pounce. He gripped her arms, then settled his cock against the entrance to her pussy as he hovered above her.
Sunlight bathed his body, turning him into a golden god. Every muscle, taut ridged hills, every hard plane showcased like a bronzed statue as he poised over her.
She tensed, anticipating the first thrust, but still he waited, his gaze locked with hers.
“Ask for it,” he said.
“What?”
“Ask for it.”
Her fingers curled into her palms. She would most definitely not beg him to fuck her. He could balance on his fingertips above her until midnight if he wanted to, but she would damn well not ask him to put his cock in her.
She clamped her lips together and held them while he rocked the tip of his cock against her clit. And she couldn’t squirm away, because when she tried to move, he moved with her so that he was constantly rubbing against her.
But she still refused to say it.
Eventually he’d give up. He was the one who hadn’t come yet, while she’d already come. She could hold out longer. His muscles would tire as he held a half push-up above her.
He smiled down at her. God, he had a beautiful face. Rugged, tan, small lines snaking outward from the corner of each eye, a straight, long nose and a square jaw, a hint of stubble that she’d felt teasing her thighs while he’d had his face buried between her legs. She shuddered.
“You want it. Ask for it.” He surged against her, right up against her clit, grinding the little nub into smithereens before pulling away and taunting her with the velvety tip again. The sensations were destroying her, making her desperate to be filled with thick, hot cock.
Still balancing on his arms, he bent down and took one nipple between his teeth, tugging sharply. The pain was exquisite but gone in a second as he bathed her nipple with his tongue. Hot, wet, and oh so tantalizing. She lifted her hips, unable to control her body’s reaction when he did the same to the other nipple.
This was so unfair. Her nipples were so sensitive, and she liked a little pain with her pleasure. And he knew it. Somehow, just like everything else about her, he knew it.
Damn him.
“Ask for it,” he repeated again.
Frustrated, she did. With her hips, her body, undulating against him, trying to make herself irresistible so he couldn’t help himself.
Instead, he bit her nipple again, tugging with his teeth. Her clit quivered, warm cream pouring from her in response. His cock moved against her pussy lips, spreading her juices around.
“It makes you wet when I bite you. I think you like a little pain, Miss Newcastle.”
No way in hell was she going to answer that. He already knew too much about her.
“Ask for it.”
“I’ve never in my life begged a man to fuck me.”
“And I’ll bet you’ve never in your life had really good, mind-blowing sex, have you?”
Ouch.
“I’ll bet you’ve never let your guard down, never relinquished control long enough to surrender your body to a man, let your emotions run wild and free, let a man do all the things you want him to do, have you?”
Ouch again.
“Your body is burning, Blair. Your mind is filled with the possibilities of what could be but never has been.”
He bent his head and tugged at her nipple. She let out a growl as sensation flamed. He licked a fiery trail from one to the other until she arched up to meet his mouth. He moved down to capture her lips in a long, hard kiss that left her breathless.
Bastard.
“Let go, Blair. Give it up to me, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
He surged against her, his cock head sliding past her wet pussy lips, promising what he could deliver.
She was panting, breathless, and couldn’t bear the torment one second longer. Glaring at him and hating him at this moment, but needing him more than she’d ever needed a man, she ground out the words she swore she’d never say.
“Fuck me, Rand.”
thanking the gods for whatever intervention they’d provided, Rand thrust between Blair’s welcoming pussy lips, burying his cock deep, allowing the satisfied groan to escape as he did.
She tilted her head back and cried out, her wrists straining against the cuffs as he powered inside her cunt.
Goddamn, he’d been waiting an eternity to be inside her. He allowed himself to drop down on top of her and slid his hands under her ass to tilt her pelvis up, aligning her even tighter against him.