I move the last few inches until my mouth is on her, my tongue delving between her folds. Fuck. She tastes damn good. There's almost a kick to her, like the spicy scent that clings to her neck. Cardamom or cinnamon.
Her hips buck up in surprise, and a moan flies from her mouth before she can contain it. I keep her as still as I can with my grip on her thighs, stroking circles into her skin. I find my way leisurely to that sweet little nub and then zero in on it, smirking when she lets out another protracted moan. I don't do this with every woman that comes crawling into my bed, but I've made a point of getting very good at it over the years. Fear isn't the only thing I can use to get someone to capitulate. Sex is a great negotiating tool. I'd even considered using this tactic on Avis Harding earlier in the evening.
I frown, pausing my ministrations momentarily as the red-haired vixen flits briefly into my mind. It's not like I feel bad for thinking about one woman while fucking another. It's been my life's story since Trinity. No woman has ever fucking come close to her. But I don't enjoy trading comparisons between this girl and the woman that Kolton sent as an incentive to join up.
"Oh, fuck..." she says on an exhale, hips moving in little yearning rolls as I continue mercilessly.
She sounds close already, and I'm very confident in my assessment. No one has ever done this to her before. I sling her legs around my shoulders, and she uses them to draw me even closer to her. I let my hands slide down from her thighs to cup her ass, removing any space there was left between us. She seems to appreciate the new angle because another slow moan rolls from her.
Her fingers wind into my hair, tracing long nails over my scalp. It sends little prickles of pleasure down my spine, and a jolt of pure want to my cock. As if I wasn't hard enough already. The temptation to sink into her is strong. I'm sure, at this point, she'd appreciate the fullness of me inside her. But I'm trying to prove a fucking point. This isn't getting brushed off as a necessary evil she must perform for another. If she wants it, she will have to ask for it.
I pull one hand away from that tight, shapely ass to slide two fingers inside of her, stroking over a spot that makes her thighs tense on either side of my face. She quivers, dangling on a precipice as I steadily guide her over the edge. Her muscles twitch, already nearly at what promises to be an intense orgasm.
I pull away just enough to rumble another command. "Say my name."
She drags her lip between her teeth, restraining a frustrated groan. Her eyes screw shut, and her hips roll against the continued thrust of my fingers as if she just can't help herself. She wants me to be inside of her just as much as I'd like the same.
"Fuck you," she pants.
I bark a laugh. "No, that's what I'm doing to you."
I don't give her time to compose a witty retort. My mouth finds her clit once more, and she lets out a squeal before she can slap a hand over her mouth. I chuckle, and it only makes her squirm harder. Her entire back arches off the bed seconds later, forming a perfect bow shape as she comes. The legs anchored around my shoulders buck up once, and her entire body convulses in a full-body climax. It's entertaining as hell to watch those perfect tits bounce as she rides out the sensation.
She still doesn't say my name, which pisses me off a little. But I've got only time. We'll be doing this again. I'm not sure I want the taste of her from my mouth any time soon.
Penelope settles onto the black duvet, breathing hard. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her body supple, and she's slightly mussed. She's staring at me expectantly, propping herself up on one elbow as I rise from my crouched position. Her impatience is palpable. I bite back another darkly amused chuckle. So fucking eager, even if she won't admit to it. It's not going to take long for her to capitulate.
A small, indignant sound escapes from her when I turn for the door.
"That's it?" she asks breathlessly. "What about the rest of it? We had an agreement. Fucking, right?"
I cock my head over my shoulder to look at her. "You're mine, Penelope. I'll decide when and how I want to fuck you. If you want my cock inside of you, you better get down on your knees and beg for it."
Her afterglow dissipates real fucking quick. The satisfied sex kitten is swapped for a steely tigress in an instant, her dark eyes closing and a look reminiscent of disgust flitting across her face.
"My name is Penny," she bites out.
I lean over and fist a hand in her hair, dragging our faces together. Her breath shudders against my face, warm and close. Her gaze drops almost unwillingly to my mouth, her lips parting, ready and willing to receive a kiss.
"I'll call you what I like," I inform her before releasing her.
Her gaze still doesn't leave my mouth. She licks her lips, and I swear I see disappointment play out in her eyes for the briefest of moments. I give her a light push, and she lands sprawled on the duvet again.
I turn for the door, and this time she doesn't call out for me again. She's quietly seething, and I don't have to look over my shoulder to know that she's glaring at me.
"Get some rest, little Spade," I call over my shoulder. "You're going to fucking need it."
5
Penny
Istill can't fucking move. He's been out of the room for a good minute and a half, and I can't force my stupid legs to support me for more than a few seconds. My entire body feels boneless, and I'm beyond pissed about that. The first man who gives me a full-body orgasm, and it's Calamity Fucking Gardel of all people.
And the worst part? I want him to come back and finish what he started. I can't decide if I'm just that fucked up or if I somehow crashed my bike on the way over, and this is my mind's final fever dream, offering me the most absurd scenario to chew on while I slowly die of a brain bleed. It's not the way I want to go, if I'm honest, but it's got to have more dignity than this.
I'm sprawled on Calamity Gardel's bed, naked but for my violet lace bra, which offers pitiful coverage. The man who tried to kill my brother had his hands on me. The man who possibly shot my father used that wicked tongue to bring me skillfully and mercilessly to the best climax I have had in my life. My cheeks are burning, and I want to smack myself for acting like such a damn girl about this.
It could have been a lot worse, I try to reason. He could have fucked me properly. I noticed a sad lack of protection when we came into the room. He could have finished inside me and knocked me up into the bargain. I should be grateful that he stopped at eating my pussy.
