“You wouldn’t dare.” His eyes flashed at her.
“In the mood I’m in tonight, I absolutely would dare. Now take off your breeches or else.”
***
Christian did as he was told. In his entire adult life, he couldn’t remember anything as lust inducing as beautiful Sarah ordering him about in bed. She wanted him to take off his breeches. He would comply. Not only because he wanted to know what she was going to do to him, but also because he believed her when he said she might well scream and bring the house down on them. He couldn’t allow her reputation to suffer when she’d clearly come here so upset. He wasn’t certain what she was capable of at the moment. But he—and his cock—desperately wanted to find out.
His breeches were gone in a matter of seconds. He finished unbuttoning them, ripped them off, and tossed them on the floor. Sarah kissed his mouth, his cheek, his jawline. She dipped her small tongue in his ear, and he nearly came off the bed. Then she moved lower and began peppering his bare chest with tiny kisses. He liked it. He liked it a lot.
Her soft hand moved down and closed around him and he clenched his jaw tight. Dear Jesus God. What was she doing to him? Touching, she’d said. Only touching. But he didn’t know if he’d bloody well be able to stand it. He might just come in her hand like an untried lad. He bit the inside of his cheek and tried to think of something else. Perhaps something morbid. Sad. But what? What?
Then her hand began to move up and down and he couldn’t think of anything else.
“Sarah, you shouldn’t—”
“Shouldn’t what? Do this?” She stroked his hot, heavy flesh.
“No,” he groaned.
“What about this?” She stroked him in the opposite direction.
“No—” His voice was tortured. “Don’t do that either.”
“And this?” She squeezed her fist around him and he bit the inside of his cheek again, but this time for an entirely different reason. His hips lifted off the bed. “Please.”
“If you don’t want me to do that, I’m entirely certain you won’t want me to do this,” she said, a catlike smile on her face, just before she bent her head, moved down, and covered the head of his cock with her sweet, lush mouth.
“Damn it.” Christian’s fingers tangled in her dark hair.
She lifted her head then and smiled at him. “Tell me what to do, Christian. Show me.”
“No,” he groaned. By God, he was on the torture rack. He’d obviously done something very bad—or very, very good—in life to deserve this.
“Very well,” she said, still squeezing him in her hand. “Then tell me whatnotto do.” There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
He ground his teeth together. “Don’t… don’t put your mouth on me again,” he warned.
“Like this?” She moved her mouth back over him.
He ground his teeth tighter.
“Don’t… do not move your mouth up and down,” he groaned.
She did just that and his eyes rolled back in his head. He squeezed them shut, tight. But soon he opened them again, because oh, God, he wanted towatch.
“Whatever you do,” he ground out, “don’t rub your tongue against me while you move.”
And she did. She did just that. She lowered her mouth again, taking him fully into her throat, and moved down, oh, so slowly. Then she moved up again, the entire time her tongue brushing against his ridges while Christian’s head pressed desperately against the pillow.
Her mouth moved down, then up again, again and again, and his hips were helpless to follow the rhythm of her torturous mouth. All he knew in that moment was that if she stopped, he’d never be the same again. Hell, he wasn’t going to be the same either way, but her mouth on him was the most unholy torture he’d ever experienced.
She popped her wet mouth off his cock and blinked up at him innocently. He looked down at her over the plane of his abdomen, breathing so heavily that he couldn’t talk. And he sure as hell couldn’t think.
“What will happen?” she asked in the most artlessly seductive voice he’d ever heard. “If I keep doing this, Christian?” She was rubbing his cock up and down, kissing the tip of it, sucking it.
“Sarah—” His throat was dry. He was breathless. His hands fisted in the sheets on either side of his hips.
“Would it make you feel as good as you made me feel?” she asked, her tongue licking the head of his cock, driving him wild.
