I jumped forward, coiling my hands around his neck, causing his eyes to widen a fraction. “What ar—”
I crushed our lips together. My nose filled with his light and airy, citrusy sweet scent, causing my mind to focus on getting more of him, all of him. He paused, his whole body suspended as I slowed the kiss, turning it from a desperate ploy to seductive dance of tongues, coaxing him to come out and play with me, be in the moment with me, not just observe me.
I doubled my efforts, getting him to just stop thinking for a second as I kneaded my hands through his hair and massaged his head as I deepened the kiss, using my touch to test his reactions and resolve. I also wanted to mess up his perfect hair just a bit.
Finally, his lips moved and pressure pushed back against me as he responded to my call. One hand snaked up my neck and held the back of my head, showing me he wanted this, too.
I took that moment, skating my hand through the water and grabbing his hand exploring me. I was met with resistance for a second, but he let go of the control as I nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging him so close he was practically in the water.
Breaking our kiss, I kept my eyes on him but lifted his hand to my lips. I smiled as he gulped while watching my lips like they held the answers to all his questions. I stuck one of his fingers in my mouth, licking around it, grazing his finger with my teeth until I got to the tip and bit the leathery material, tugging to unsheathe his hand.
His eyes tore away from me and narrowed on his hand. He was seconds away from pulling it away when I grabbed his hand and pleaded, “Falcon. Don’t. I want to feel you.” I cupped one hand against his cheek, resting my forehead against his, inhaling his scent and filling my lungs with it. “I just want tofeel you. Your skin, your touch. No divider between us. Just you and me.”
I didn’t know if it was the tone in my voice, the desperation on my lips, or the trembling need from my body, but he got up, kicked off his shoes, and stepped into the tub, covering my body with his, clothes and all. His gloved hands cupped both sides of my face as he looked me deep in the eyes. “I will give you what you want, but let me do it my way, let me control your body to new heights. Just feel what I do to you and react. That is all I ask of you.”
I nodded, not wanting to ruin this moment with words as he kissed me, forcing my head back. Two plops of wet, soggy fabric hit the tile floor, then one hand gripped my throat, tilting my face to the ceiling with only his thumb as he pushed two naked fingers into me. Just when I felt settled with the situation, his thumb sneaked out and rubbed slow and hard circles over my clit, making my hips move of their own accord.
I gripped the sides of the tub, trying my best to let him have the control he asked for, gulping hard against his hand on my throat as I dug my nails into the porcelain tub. The sloshing of the water echoing in the room turned into a melody of his efforts to bring me to the point of completion, until he removed his fingers, robbing me of my pleasure as he strengthened his grip on my neck. The sudden euphoric feeling from having my air supply obstructed had my eyes rolling back. My nails scratched into the tub again when he eased up on my neck and continued thrusting his fingers.
After doing this three times, I sobbed out, “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me. I will do whatever you want as long as you fuck me ’til I cum so hard I can’t breathe.”
He stopped everything, letting me go completely, and I cried out from the loss. Fucking hell, I have never had someone bring me to ruin like this before, making me beg for it. I felt a slight bit of shame, not being the strong woman I knew I was in this moment.
I heard the zipper of his pants, and the blunt head of his cock rubbed against my entrance, and I was excited and disappointed in myself.
“Rayla, look at me.” I lifted my head, looking at him. His whole body was shaking, his eyes burning too bright. I couldn’t see the blue anymore, only this fierce need that took over, giving him a menacing glow. “You have been the only woman that has been able to bring me to this point. The only one who has caused me to not look at this act as a means to an end. A bodily function.”
He lunged forward, our noses touching as he stared at me, looking slightly unhinged. “Do you know how bad I want this body? Want to explore it, ruin it, and then put it back together? I have never felt like this before, never wanted to succumb to any baser needs and wants. Always the one able to control the situation, but, Rayla...” He paused, lifting up so I saw all of him as he held out both of his shaky hands, his large, naked cock throbbed with how hard it was, and his face twisted up between pain and pleasure. “Do you really think that I’m in control right now?”
One shaky finger trailed down the side of my face. “So don’t look like that. Don’t be ashamed of your wants and needs because if you feel like that, then that means I should as well. I should hide this animalistic desire to bring you to the edge and watch you beg me for more. I should condemn this dark desire to break you apart, find out how your body ticks so that I can bring your pleasure to new heights.”
He slowly lowered his chest to mine, the fabric of his shirt rubbing up against me, overstimulating an already sensitive chest. His hands gripped the side of the tub behind me as he whispered, “Do you want me to go?” His normally void-of-emotions voice broke my heart at the sound of his sadness because if I told him to go, then I was essentially telling him he was right, we should be ashamed of ourselves... and that didn’t sound like me.
I was not some weak woman, but I could be driven to weakness. I could beg and plead and cry out, but only for these men, only for the men that would hold onto it to build me up more. I could still be Rayla Desmond, the bad bitch of Vegas, but behind closed doors be vulnerable for him, for them. That didn’t make me any less of the strong, capable, smart woman I was.
“Don’t leave. Stay with me. Show me what being under your control is like.” His sadness immediately evaporated, wiped clean from his face, and what was left was determination and a consuming desire in his eyes.
He picked up my hands and placed small, sweet kisses along each finger before placing them onto the edge of the tub, curling them around as if to tell me to hold on. Then he lifted my legs, draping them over the edge as his hands traced lines on my skin, marking me, as I was completely at his mercy, splayed out like this, raw and open. His fingers peeled me apart to watch my clenching cunt, licking his lips as desire flooded his eyes.
“Watching your want, your need, is alluring and exquisite, like a piece of artwork. Something that can never be replicated, so you have to feast your eyes on it when you can.”
My breathing grew heavy as a small moan escaped my lips at my wetness leaking out of me at his naughty words. I had to admit, this guy was on another level with his dirty talk. We hadn’t even gotten to the fucking, and I was almost spent. The anticipation for him was killing me.
He wrapped his hands underneath my ass. His toned and lean arms tightened, his muscles defined as he lifted my ass one second and thrusted into me hard and deep in the next.
We both moaned so loud I knew for sure the other two could hear what was happening, but I didn’t care. I finally got to feel his silky, hard cock filling me up, and it felt so good. He took a beat, letting me adjust to his girth and length before he showed me just how animistic I made him.
Hands dug into my ass, using my fleshy cheeks as an anchor for his rough and fast pounding. My hands gripped the edge so hard I felt like my fingers would break, only puffs of air escaped me as he pistoned in and out. All I could do was relax my body and let him break me apart.
It was perfect, mind-numbing. I was able to let go of all thoughts and just feel him, the consuming grip of his fingers, listen to the slapping of our bodies, the sloshing of the water; all of it was amazing and freeing. Pleasure surged through me, arresting every cell inside, coating my body in the raw pleasure of being taken.
That coil of an orgasm I’d felt before was shaking, pushing at the boundaries that confined it, ready to burst. “We are going to cum together, Rayla. I won’t have it any other way, not for our first time together.”
He kept his bruising pace but snuck one of his hands up and rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts, causing my back to arch as I screamed my release. “Fuck. Rayla,” was all he said before he bellowed out, pumping his release into me.
We both sagged into the tub, about half the water was outside of the tub, but I was having a hard time stringing two sentences together, so that was tomorrow’s problem. Falcon’s lips found my skin, making a trail of small, soft kisses along my collarbone as he was still inside me.
“You’re unlike anyone I have ever known, Rayla. Your strength of will is awe-inspiring.”
