‘Don’t tease.’ My tone lacks conviction, and as I run the backs of my fingers up my body, his eyes are dark and avaricious. ‘It’s not nice.’
‘I never claim to be anything I’m not.’
What is it about this man that makes me want to goad him? And what is it about him that makes him serve it right back? It’s like we were a perfect warring pair.
‘And you, my darling, are so much more than that.’
My thoughts drain away as he splays his hand over my stomach, his thumb slipping between my folds.
‘You’re so much more than nice when I’m touching you. Or kissing you.’ His words are soft, his gaze glued to where I’m shamelessly spread.Even the cool air is a brush too much.I groan as he slides two fingers deep inside, the intrusion so slick and sublime as I throb around him.
‘God, oh.Yes!’ My soft words become a hiss, a hiss that counters his masculine grunt as he unleashes his cock with his free hand, deliberately taunting me by sliding it through my wetness.
His forehead touches mine, our lips just a whisper apart, and it’s then I realise that it’s taking him some effort to execute his tease. And that I’m not the only one suffering.
I wrap my hands around his neck, pressing my mouth to his ear.
‘That feels sonice,’ I whisper, pressing my teeth to his lobe and relishing his carnal groan. ‘You’re so nice to me. In fact, I think this whole commanding thing is an act.’
His wicked grin falters, his eyes turning dark as he glides the fat head of his cock against me once more. We both watch as he breaches my wetness.
‘Fuck me, that is a sight to behold.’ He grunts, watching my body accept his as my back bows in a silent urge for him to thrust. I tighten my hands on his biceps as though I could keep him—to hold the unravelling sensation of being filled so beautifully.
He starts to move, slowly at first, but my whimpers turn to cries, and those cries become louder and little more desperate as he picks up the pace. Sliding from base to tip, he switches to shallow movements—small jabs and punches of his hips—until I’m writhing beneath him, desperate to come again. Desperate to come around his thickness.
‘I can feel your heart beating.’ His hand splays across my collarbone, sliding down to my chest, and his eyes are so dark and his expression fierce. He bends to flick the tip of his tongue across my nipples before he straightens and begins to fuck me solidly once again.
Our mouths meet on the up thrust, all jagged breath and teeth. I cross my legs behind him as though to keep him there, keep him inside me as my orgasm springs to life at his powerful thrusts. Everything inside me draws tight, my spine arching as a wave of pleasure rushes though me, heat and sensation spreading through my body so quickly, I feel I could surely burst.
‘God. Oh, God. I’m—’
I’m unable to process the waves of pleasure pulsing through me, the rush of sensation and heat overwhelming.
‘That’s it, darling,’ he grunts. ‘I can feel you coming around my cock.’
And if that wasn’t enough, his words plaster his broad chest against mine as our joint climax renders me a twitching, pulsing mess.
Chapter 29
BECKETT
Light pierces.
Air conditioning hums.
Soft furnishings plush under my cheek.
I blink and take in my surroundings.
At least I’m not in an alley somewhere, though I do feel like someone wearing steel-capped boots has spent the evening tapdancing on my head. Also, something appears to have died in my mouth. Something spiky and angry has lodged itself in my throat in an attempt to suffocate me.
I pull myself up, hands on either side of my thundering head to discover I’m on the sofa in the hotel suite, stark bollock naked and reeking of booze, the stuff positively oozing from my pores. The splitting head and aching throat? The result of spending much of the night vomiting.
Addiction will do that for you. A body remembers and will purge the results of the brain’s idiocy, given half the chance. It’s always the brain that’s at fault, those fucking neurotransmitters chasing the high of that dopamine release.
And what goes up must come crashing down.
In other words, I wake feeling the way only an addict can understand.
