His fingers bent and prodded, tweaking her just right, even as she yanked hard enough to sting his scalp. With a moan, he stopped, and she could imagine his expression—the one that she wanted to see there: wet mouth, flushed cheeks, his eyes buzzing with want. For several seconds they paused like that, her fist holding him up by the hair, suspended. It had to hurt, but he was either too out of it or toointoit to care.
The hand disappeared from around her leg. Slicing through the silence came the sound of skin rubbing skin, and with a start, she realized he was touching himself. Masturbating. Right there, beneath her.
“Go on,” he said, sounding even needier than she felt, “do it. Use me. Come on me.”
Oh God, he likes it.
Picturing how it must look, his fist pumping himself with short, tight, violent pulls, made her clumsy and desperate. She was hurting him, and he liked it. So fucking wrong. Weird and wrong and shameless, but it flipped a switch in her, and she lost it completely. The image obliterated her tenuous control, and she shoved his face back at her body with more force than she would ever have dared with a weaker man.He can take it.She knew, with absolute certainty.He can take whatever I give him.
Her hands pressed his face to her body, drowning him, and all the while, he groaned and muttered things against her flesh, pulling so hard at himself that he rocked beneath her. It had to hurt.
Oh, the noises the man made: these harsh, hungry little grunts, wild and uncontrollable and absolutely the sexiest thing she’d ever heard in her life. The best part was the words, a diatribe she’d never imagined would be sexy like this. He muttered things that made no sense:Make meandFuck you, baby. Words that should have made her cringe. Nonsensical filth that had her digging her nails into him.
Telling her he was hers.All hers.
Somehow, the orgasm snuck up on Uma. She tightened around his fingers, to his surprised grunt. All the straining and clenching brought it on too fast. One minute she was listening to him, tense with the fury or the want orsomething, and suddenly the nervy twinge blossomed at her clit, deeper tremors radiating out from the solid pressure of his penetration, and finally, through the almost palpable mirage of his hungry gaze on hers, she came.
Part of her wanted to rip off their blindfolds, but mostly she was glad for the barriers. The intimacy of meeting his eyes would have been unbearable.
As the last of it left her, Uma sank, boneless, onto the pillows, unsure if he’d come or not.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said as he joined her high on the bed, voice all fast and frantic, wound up like his breathing. “I wanna fuck you, Uma.”
She moaned, stretching back out and tugging at him, ready to let him in. He could do anything he wanted with her. “Oh God. Hold on. Just hold on,” he said, placating, as he grasped her hip. “I want to fuck you,” he began, “but…”
She stilled. Uh-oh. Here it was. He’d caught sight of her skin, and she repulsed him. Or maybe she’d been wrong. Maybe he’d been able to feel the tattoos somehow. Maybe he—
“I don’t have a condom.”
She paused. “You don’t—”
“I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”
“Don’t you ever—”
“They’re in my truck.”
“What about—”
“Never had a woman out here before.”
“Oh.” He climbed over her, one calf between her thighs, knee pressed against her wet core, and leaned his forehead into hers. His face smelled like sex, and she had a flash of what it would have been like with the beard.More. Better.
“Here, spread your legs a bit farther,” he said, pulling her down and framing her with his arms, sliding between her legs, thighs together.
“Ooh.” Uma was powerless to hold back the moan when he pressed his shaft tight against her. He slid easily along her lips. Up and down. She tilted her head as if to look, meeting his forehead with hers.
“You tryin’ to see it too?”
All she could do was grunt out a sound, as close to a laugh as she could get.
“Yeah. It’s frustratin’, but it’s also…Oh God. I can smell you. Us. I hear you too. It’s all so much more. And, Jesus, Uma, you feel so fuckin’ good.”
The smellwasstronger here. Warm and musky in the space between their bodies. His voice was tight and urgent like she’d never heard it. And his body. Ah, she couldn’t get enough of it. The skin beneath her hands was scalding. And he was right. Everything was unbelievably intense. He was slippery sweat and musky lips, liquid pleasure and dark pain. Wetter, harder, saltier, sweeter.More.
His hard, hot cock pressed to her body forced a gasped, “Oh God!” from Uma. Jesus. She bit her lip at the idea of trying to fitthatinside her.
Ivan shifted above her, and one large hand slid down her waist to her hips, anchoring them in place. Sure to leave five perfect round bruises on her skin. They were marks that would eventually fade and disappear, but they’d behers. She owned those bruises, unlike every other mark on her body.
