Heat built between Iris’s legs at his panting breaths and the way he writhed under her hands. He didn’t seem to even know what he was saying, and the idea she could make him lose control was so arousing, she wanted more of it.
“I saw Lady Beaumont sink to her knees in front of you that day.” She inched the sheet down his body, a whimper of pure lust tearing from her throat when he thrust his hips against the cloth as it dragged over his length. “I couldn’t see clearly, but I think she lowered your falls. Did she?”
“Yes,” Finn moaned. “Touch me, sweet.”
Iris squirmed closer to him so she could rub her hard nipples against his chest. “Oh, I will. In a moment. But first, tell me what she did to you after she lowered your falls.”
“She took…” He tried to catch his breath. “Took out my cock.”
“Like this?” She slid her palm down his stomach and wrapped her fingers around him, amazed at the way he pulsed in her hand. He was fully erect, his tip slippery from the bead of fluid welling there, and flushed a deep red.
“Yes.” His hips lifted off the bed so he could thrust into her hand. “Harder.”
“Not yet.” Iris kept on with her slow, gentle strokes, biting her lips at his tortured moan. “After she released you from your falls, you pushed her away.”
“Yes.” He thrust against her hand again, then growled in frustration when she drew back to keep him from getting the friction he needed.
Iris shimmied down his body so she was close enough he could feel her breath on his straining shaft. “What would she have done if you hadn’t?”
“Ah, God. She…” He trailed off with a groan.
The ache between Iris’s legs had grown unbearable. She was desperate for him to take her, to fill her with his hard length until she shattered around him, but she wanted this first, and she wanted him to ask her for it.
She tightened her fingers around his shaft and stroked faster to encourage him. “I saw her lower her head toward your lap. What was she going to do?”
“Suck,” Finn gasped. “She was going to take me in her mouth and suck me.”
“Do you want that now?” Her mouth hovered over his swollen tip. “Do you want me to take you into my mouth?”
He struggled with himself as she continued to stroke him, but he was moaning and thrusting his hips toward her mouth, and Iris knew his battle was over before it even began. The honorable marquess who was never far from the surface was no match for such wild, fierce arousal. “God, yes, sweet. Please. Suck me.”
Iris wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and slid her lips hesitantly over his swollen head. She hadn’t any clear idea what to do, but he didn’t seem to notice. He arched off the bed with a harsh groan. “Don’t stop. So good. Your mouth is—”
She never found out what her mouth was, because whatever he was going to say was lost in another moan as she licked and teased, drunk on his clean, musky scent and the taste of him— soap, with a faint hint of salt. She sucked harder, amazed at the way his soft, thin skin slid so smoothly over the hard shaft underneath.
A guttural moan tore from his chest and his cock surged against her lips, as if it were begging for more of her mouth. So she took him deeper, and his hips jerked hard, as if to push deeper still, but despite his body’s desperation, he was pleading for something, his words nearly incoherent between his breathless gasps. “I don’t want to…ah, God, not yet, Iris. Don’t make me come.”
Iris released his shaft from her mouth with a wet plop, but she didn’t stop. She pressed her lips to his thick base and slid her fingers over his slick tip, playing with the moisture there as she nibbled at him.
“Iris.” It was a plea, and a warning.
She might have continued to play with him, despite his command—after all, he was supposed to be at her mercy—but then she felt his strong hands sink into her hair, and realized he’d torn loose from the cravat binding his wrists.
“Inside you. Now.” He wrapped her hair around his fist and eased her up the bed until she was sprawled on top of him. “Straddle me, with your legs beside my hips.” He kept one hand in her hair, but pressed the fingers of the other into her hip to help her into position. “Take me inside you.” His lips were pulled back from his teeth, his face nearly savage with stark desire.
I’m at his mercy now.
He hissed as she shifted to grasp him and her damp core brushed against his cock. “Spread your legs wider.Yes.” He nudged against her entrance and sucked in a breath when his tip slipped inside her. “Jesus, you’re so slick and hot. Did it make you wet to bind and tease me?”
Iris’s head began to fall back at the exquisite sensation of him slowly filling her, but Finn gave her hair a sharp tug. “No. Answer me. Why are you so wet, sweet?” He grasped her by the waist and raised her over him, then pulled her down onto his cock, a smile of pure masculine satisfaction curving his lips when she cried out.
But then he froze, his hazel eyes burning into hers. “You liked having me at your mercy, didn’t you? Would you have sucked me to release if I hadn’t stopped you?”
She whimpered and squirmed on top of him to try and make him move, but he let out a dark laugh and held her hips still. “No. Not until you tell me. Maybe this will loosen that busy tongue of yours.”
He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his hot mouth and sucked, devouring her, and any thought she’d had of resisting him fled as he nipped and teased her. “Yes!” She grasped his head to hold him to her breasts. “I wanted to keep going, to keep you in my mouth until you—”
“Came.” He thrust his hips up, driving his cock into her once, and then, before she could catch her breath, he jerked his hips hard again, this thrust so powerful she nearly toppled off him.
