“Fucking hell,” he said on a guttural moan.
Holding his stare, she licked a path directly to the base of his cock. Then she ran her tongue down the velvety length of him, running it around the head. She pressed it to the slit where a white drop had gathered, and grasped him in her hand, stroking.
It all came back to her. How to make him wild. How to touch him. What he liked. What made him jerk his hips to get deeper down her throat.
She gripped him and massaged his heavy ballocks, licking the tip before withdrawing her mouth. Just enough to tantalize him. Just enough to make him groan.
“Beg me,” she whispered, licking her lips.
She still tasted him. And she was greedy. She wanted more. But she also wanted to make him work for it. She wanted him as wild as she had been last night. Two could play at this game. And she would emerge the victor.
“Suck my cock,” he gritted, his jaw clenched from the effort to restrain himself.
She moved her hand up and down his shaft, but denied him her mouth. “I saidbeg.”
Nell could not quell the knowing smile on her lips.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Witch.”
He was being stubborn. Fine. She had nothing else to amuse her this morning save his travel reminiscences. And as interesting as his account of Constantinople was, she would far prefer this.
“Do you know what I think, Jack?” She ran her thumb over his cockhead. “I think you want me to suck your big, hard cock until you spend down my throat. I think you want my lips wrapped around you—”
“Please,” he burst out, interrupting her. “Take me in your mouth.”
Her smile grew. Anticipation swelled along with need. She felt powerful. She was controlling this, and she was doing what gave her pleasure. Making him weak and desperate with lust gave her that. She relished the way she could bring him low.
Relished making him beg.
She did not make either of them wait any longer. She lowered her head and took as much of him as she could. The moan wrung from his lips made her cunny pulse. She was already slick with desire, and they had scarcely even proceeded. He felt good in her mouth. She stretched her lips over her teeth and stroked him with her lips as she sucked. Simultaneously, she massaged his ballocks and gripped his root.
His cock was wet with the early beads of his spend and with her saliva. He slid in and out of her with ease. She tongued the head, worked the underside where she knew he was sensitive, sucking hard. And then she exhaled through her nose as she took him into her throat.
His hips moved beneath her, bringing him deeper. So deep she nearly gagged. But her dominion over herself won in the end, and she moved with him, allowing him to fuck her mouth. His fingers were in her hair, tightening on the unbound strands. She removed her hand from the base of his cock and gripped his hip, digging her fingernails into him.
She knew him well enough to know the moment he had reached the end of his restraint. His hips were moving in a choppy rhythm beneath her. His breaths were ragged. He was hers. Entirely in her control.
“Damn it, Nellie, enough,” he bit out. “I want inside you.”
No. She was not going to give him what he wanted. She was going to take what she wanted, and that was his complete abandon. She sucked harder, raked her nails down his thigh, and squeezed his ballocks. His entire body tensed beneath her. His grip on her hair tightened. And she remained immovable as his cock pulsed in her mouth, his seed shooting down her throat.
He cried out. She hummed her approval, sucking him dry, swallowing down everything he had to give. Taking it as her spoils. When he was finished, she released him, raising her head, her breathing harsh enough to match his.
Her lips tingled. Her cunny ached with all that remained so very unfinished between them. But for now, she had her victory. She had bested him in this match of control and wits. She had gotten what she wanted: his surrender.
She licked her lips. “Thirteen more days, Jack,” she taunted.
And then, she slid from his bed and walked from his chamber.
She hoped he could not see how shaky her legs were. And she certainly hoped he could not see how badly she had wanted to remain. Because she had every intention of ruining this man before she left him thirteen days from now. He deserved every bit of punishment she chose to mete out, and then some.
She told herself she would not enjoy it. But as the door closed at her back and she returned to the mocking emptiness of her chamber, she knew it for a bitter, heartbreaking lie.
Chapter Fifteen
JACK WAS HOVERINGoutside the drawing room like a bloody visitor in his own home. Ear pressed to the door. Attempting to glean any hints of conversation he could.
Because whilst he had risen in most exquisite fashion, the fates had chosen the unassuming hours following breakfast to deliver him the ultimate blow. After Nell’s unexpected visit to him that morning, he had fallen asleep. Quite unlike himself, as he preferred to be an early riser. He had risen after having missed the breakfast hour, in no better circumstances than he had been hours before.
