“No,” she said, knowing this was one of those make-or-break moments she’d never forget.
“Is something wrong?” He started to sit, and she pressed him back into the mattress with her palm in the center of his chest.
“You said you wanted to make this work?”
“More than anything,” he answered, looking uncertain.
“Good, because we’re going to do this my way.” She caught his hand and raised his arm above his head, guiding his finger to the bar at the bottom of the headboard. “Hold on here and don’t let go.” She repeated the process with his other hand. “I mean it, Masters. If you want me, then this is how it’s going to go. I’m not going to cuff you. You’re going to do that to yourself. Hold onto that bar no matter what, and don’t let go until I’m done with you. Promise me.”
He took a moment before answering, and she forced herself to wait through the pause. “I promise,” he finally said, nodding.
She saw apprehension and anticipation war in his eyes, and heat pooled deep in her belly. Stripping the covers from him, she paused for a moment to stare at his beautiful body, stretched out naked for her in the moonlight. As she gave herself the pleasure of simply watching him, he flexed his hands around the bar, but he didn’t move.
Leaning in, she brushed a kiss over his lips, filled with love for this strong man who’d bound himself to the bed with nothing more than his promise to her. She felt him waiting, holding back from taking the kiss deeper. Letting her take the lead.
Kissing her way along his jaw and down his throat, she felt a small thrill at having him laid out for her to do whatever she wanted to do, and what she wanted to do was make him come so hard he saw stars. Smiling against his warm skin, she nuzzled and licked at the pulse point at the base of his throat, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her lips. When she got to his chest, she circled the tight point of his nipple with the tip of her tongue and watched him flex his biceps. Keeping her gaze on his face, she licked across the pebbled tip and then sucked. He groaned and squeezed the bar, but he didn’t let go and her confidence bloomed.
She teased and tasted his other nipple and then she hovered over him, dragging her breasts down his chest letting just the tips of her nipples touch his wiry hair. She was so focused on the place their bodies touched that she was surprised when she glanced up and saw him watching her, his gaze laser-focused on what she was doing to him. Meeting his gaze, she slid lower, trailing the tips of her breasts over the chiseled planes of his stomach until her nipple met the tip of his cock.
She drew the tight peak along the length of him and watched him flex again, his grip tightening on the bar. Nudging his legs apart, she knelt, smiling down at him. He met her smile with a grudging one of his own, and then she slid her hands along his thighs, catching him behind the knees and opening him the way he did with her. Pressing a hand on either side of his groin at the juncture where his inner thigh met his body, she pinned him to the mattress and watched the smile shift to something less certain.
Claire bit back a grin. His head might not be completely sure, but his cock wanted what she was doing. She caught a glimpse of the intoxicating power of having his body at the mercy of hers. No wonder he liked it like that. Never letting her gaze slip from his, she took the tip of his erect cock into her mouth and slid down until the round head nudged the back of her throat. In this position there was more than she’d ever be able to take – at least not without practice – but she was sure as hell going to try.
“Fuck, Claire,” he groaned. He tried to thrust up to meet her, but she tightened her grip on his hips and held on for dear life. He was stronger than she was. She’d never be able to hold him down if he didn’t let her, but for now at least, they both bought into the illusion. She slid her lips off of him with a soft pop.
“Masters,” she said, looking up to make sure she had his full attention. “Don’t you dare fucking let go.”
Nestling herself between his spread legs, she took him in her mouth again and started to suck in earnest, hollowing her cheeks and sliding one hand from his hip to the base of his cock. Wrapping her fist around him, she used her hand and mouth in tandem to work the long thick length of him.
She felt him shift underneath her and knew without looking that he was pulling the bar instead of wrapping her hair around his fist the way he wanted to, but she kept going, and he didn’t let go. She sucked and pumped his cock, working in rhythm until she felt his thigh muscles flex and tighten and knew he was close. Then she backed off, licking the round head and running her tongue in a wide flat blade along the underside of him from his balls to the tip. He groaned, and she glanced up the length of his body to make sure he still held onto the bar. He was watching her, his eyes burning like coals, but he hadn’t let go.
His balls snugged tight against his body, and she teased them back down, tugging gently with her hand before parting her lips as wide as she could to take the soft skin and heavy weight into her mouth. She didn’t come close to handling all of him, but she sucked gently, rolling him with her tongue and felt his breath hitch and his body tighten at her ministrations. Wrapping her fist around his cock, she squeezed hard around the base as she repeated the process with his other testicle. By the time she finished, his breath was ragged, and she could practically feel his cock throb under her hand.
“Fuck, Claire,” he said, his voice sounding strained. “Let me touch you. Please, baby. Come up here and ride me. You can still be on top.”
She let go off him, pushing against his hips to raise up enough to meet his gaze. She saw his eyes flare in triumph, and a small sadistic part of her sprang to life.
“Unless you’re telling me you love me or how fucking amazing my mouth feels, I don’t want to hear from you. I know where you keep the ball gag, Masters. Don’t make me use it.” She knew the only way she’d ever be able to gag him was if he let her, and the idea held limited appeal, but it sure as hell felt good to threaten him. It probably meant she wasn’t as nice a person as she’d always tried to be. If it got Luke to lose control, she could be okay with that.
He opened his mouth and then closed it again. She gave a quick nod before starting to lower herself again.
“Claire,” he said, waiting until she looked up before continuing. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said, wondering if she’d ever get used to hearing him say it.
And then she wrapped her hand around him and set about trying to make him lose his mind.
SHE WAS GOING to kill him. He’d die happy, but it would be with his fingers gripping his headboard, knuckles turned white from the strain. How was he supposed to keep his hands off her? Luke loved sex. He always had and sex with Claire was off-the-charts spectacular. She was so open, so fucking responsive. He’d never been with anyone who gave themselves as completely as Claire. He loved making love with her, but a huge part of the pleasure for him had been giving her pleasure. He thrived on the control, and taking her over the edge again and again before he let himself come was spectacular.
He didn’t know how to lay back and let her do what she wanted to him, but he was going to figure it out. He knew why she needed it. He’d been so jealous of Eric and so out of his mind over Claire, he’d used her orgasms against her. As soon as she came, he’d take her body up again, driving her on until the climaxes ran together and she was begging for him to stop and just tell her he loved her. He’d been too much of an asshole to do it, so if this was what she needed, he’d find a way to give it to her. Or die trying.
She nestled between his legs, her long auburn hair tickling the inside of his thighs. She’d pushed his legs apart the same way he usually spread her open for him, and he felt exposed and a lot more vulnerable than he liked. Then she lowered her head and took his cock in her hot little mouth, and he stopped giving a fuck about anything but how good it felt to have her sucking him.
“God, Claire,” he groaned, gripping the bar tighter to keep from fisting his hand in her hair. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing.”
He felt the vibrations of her laughter in his cock, and he flexed his biceps, forcing himself to stay still for her. She worked up and down the length of him, her fist wrapped around the base while she slid her mouth to the head of his cock and back again. He felt his balls tighten against his body as the orgasm started to build. He wasn’t trying to hold anything back. He’d gladly let her suck him off if it meant he got to fuck her sooner. He’d missed her so damn much; now that he had her back in his bed he planned to spend as much time as possible inside her. Using her hand and mouth together, she drove him closer and closer to the edge.
“So good,” he groaned when he felt the orgasm wind tight at the base of his spine. “Coming, fuck, you’re going to make me come, sweetheart.”
