This and more. A hell of a lot more, Shane thought. But things were getting out of hand again. “Sure, you’re a very pretty woman, sweetheart—I’d have to be blind not to notice. And any red-blooded male is going to get a few ideas from time to time.” He tried to make his tone nonchalant.
“Oh.” Valentine sounded disappointed. “Well, okay. But you still didn’t say if I could watch.”
“Maybe. In a minute.” He wanted to keep her in suspense for a little while longer. To draw out the tension between them a little more. “Just relax for now and spread your legs a little more.”
“All right.” Reluctantly, she allowed him to part her legs.
Shane ran his hands up and down her inner thighs, caressing her silky skin, soothing her. “It’s all right, Valentine,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on the top of her right knee. “Everything’s all right and you’re such a good girl for spreading your legs for me.”
“Master…” she whispered, parting her thighs a little more, opening herself for him completely.
Shane had to bite back a groan when her hot, swollen pussy came into view once more. She was so wet her honey was coating the insides of her thighs. Impulsively, he reached down to trace her slit with one fingertip. Valentine jumped and moaned his name as he brushed over her clit. The need in her voice made his cock throb behind the zipper of his leather pants.
He pulled his hand away before things went too far. “Ready to play again?” he asked, determined to concentrate on her legs and forget about her incredibly tempting pussy.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “I guess so.”
“Good.” Leaning down, Shane rubbed his cheek against the inside of her knee. “Kiss, lick or bite?”
“Lick me,” she whispered. Her hands clenched into fists again as Shane did as she asked, lapping at the sensitive inside and underside of her knee. God, her skin tasted good—salty and sweet and fresh. It made him wonder again how her pussy would taste.
He tried to push the thought away but then something else occurred to him. She was wet—so wet her inner thighs were glistening with her honey. He could taste her there as part of the game, could put his mouth right there and lap up her juices without violating the contract he’d made with himself.
The temptation was too great to resist. But first, he had to do something. Leaning forward, he reached for the blindfold around Valentine’s eyes. She wanted to watch him and he wanted to be watched. It was sexy and hot to tease his lover but there was something even hotter, something incredibly erotic, in making Valentine watch as he did things to her she had no control over.
“What…” Valentine blinked at the sudden light.
“You wanted to watch,” Shane growled. “So watch.” Leaning down but keeping his gaze locked with hers, he licked a long, slow trail up the inside of her right thigh.
“Oh…God.” The words fell out of Valentine in a sigh. “What…what are you going to do to me?”
“That depends.” Shane nuzzled his slightly scratchy cheek against her inner thigh. “What do you want me to do?”
Valentine surprised him. “Bite,” she whispered. “Mark me, Shane. I want to look at myself later in the mirror and know you’ve been there.”
Her words sent a bolt of pure possession through his entire body. Mine. She wants me to mark her as mine. Opening his mouth, he placed his teeth carefully against the tender flesh of her inner thigh. He could taste her honey against his tongue—as sweet and creamy as he’d known it would be—and he could feel his cock throbbing for release. God, he wanted her!
“Do it.” Valentine’s passionate whisper forced him to action. Carefully, he closed his teeth, using just enough force to mark her, giving her both pain and pleasure to remember him by.
She moaned and tensed under him, her body tightening up with her obvious need. It seemed clear to Shane that she was right on the edge. That just a tiny little nudge would send her tumbling over. More than anything he wanted to see her come again.
Slowly he released her and lapped gently at the spot to soothe the pain of his bite. The imprint of his teeth was clear on her creamy flesh, a mark of ownership as plain as though he’d signed his name across her skin. Then he licked the other thigh, the one he hadn’t bitten, cleaning away her juices eagerly, savoring her taste.
And then somehow his lips were hovering just over the slit of her pussy. Shane knew he should stop. Knew he was in dangerous territory. But when he looked up and met Valentine’s wide green eyes he could see desire and fear and need in her gaze that wouldn’t let him go.
“Lick,” she whispered, even though he hadn’t asked her, though he’d never intended for the game to go this far.
Shane couldn’t help it. Just once, he promised himself. I just want to taste her once. And then he was spreading the lips of her pussy to reveal the pink pearl of her clit, opening her so that he could take what he’d been craving for years.
Valentine’s eyes were trained on him, her gaze locked and unable to look away as, starting at the bottom of her slit, Shane lapped upward. She gasped as his tongue slid over the sensitive bud of her clit and then he felt the muscles of her inner thighs tremble and knew she was coming.
“God, oh God! Shane.” She bucked upward, a mute appeal for more, and he knew he was lost. He could talk to himself all day about not crossing the line, about keeping his friend’s trust. But there was no way to stop what was happening between him and Valentine. He wanted to make her come again, wanted to tongue-fuck her and feel her trembling all around him as she gave it up completely. More than wanted—he needed it and there was no stopping himself now.
He curled his arms around her thighs, locking her open for him and then, with a low, animalistic growl, he lunged forward, pressing his mouth to her pussy, lapping and sucking her inner folds, tasting her as he’d always wanted to.
CHAPTER 5
Valentine cried out and trembled beneath his onslaught. God, she’d never had a man go down on her with such intensity—such single-minded determination to make her come. Gavin’s approach to oral sex had been much like his approach to spanking— halfhearted. But it was obvious that Shane was as committed to tasting her as he had been to spanking her.
