Hard Limits(45)

"I said bare yourself for me." When she moved to untie her boots, he corrected her. "The boots stay."

It took a moment for her to understand what he meant. She reached for her collar, wrenched it off, and threw it on the floor. "You get off on macho tripping. Why do you always want me vulnerable?"

"I do get off on macho tripping, but I'm vulnerable too."

She gave him a once-over. "Vulnerable, my ass. You're dressed, I'm naked. And you are always bossing me around. The king of the hill. Now what?"

"Jack off." He sat on a chair nearby. "I'm in the mood to watch and be entertained."

O-okay. How had this whole situation changed from her being pissed at him to her jacking off for his enjoyment? She had no clue. Oh, yeah. He'd looked straight into her eyes and told her he loved her. And proceeded to antagonize the living crap out of her by throwing her double standards in her face. Worst of all? He'd been right, damn him.

Well, the least she could do was make him pay for his arrogance and let her exhibitionist side run wild.

"What do you think? That I won't?" she asked, opening her legs, pinching her nipples, and pulling at the piercings.

He didn't move, but the tent in his pants got bigger and the vein at his temple started pulsing. Good.

There was no music, but she didn't need it. The way her ears were roaring, she wouldn't have heard it. She swayed in front of him. Caressing her body. Teasing him and herself at the same time. When she turned around and bent over, offering him a perfect view of her ass, she couldn't see his expression but heard his growl.

"You like it?" she whispered, facing him. Without waiting for his reply, she lifted her foot onto the arm of his chair, her pussy open in front of him.

He reached for her, but she slapped his hand. "I'm the one jacking off. You watch. Your rules."

She was in no position to stop him if he insisted, but he didn't. He stared greedily as she played with her clit and the piercings, pulling at the hoops and opening her folds. Letting him get an eyeful.

"Baring yourself to me doesn't make you weak," he said, his voice low. "On the contrary."

He was right. She felt powerful.

"Entertained?" she asked, trying to sound much less affected than she was.

He nodded, his hungry gaze on her core. "You are dripping wet. I can see your pussy contracting. You're dying to be fucked."

That she was. Not that she was going to admit it.

Nico unfastened his tie. Tossed it aside. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Saving time," he answered matter-of-factly.

"And here I thought you would treat me to a striptease. Make yourself useful and lick my fingers," she ordered.

He didn't have to be told twice. Two fingers wet, she slid them into her. She flung her head back, her body shivering, her legs barely holding her. Yes, she was dying to be fucked.

"You take care of your pussy. I'll take care of your ass." Nico moved his hand to her behind and teased her rosette. Breached it.

Her orgasm surprised her. He groaned as if in pain, his dick jerking.





 

 
Before she realized it, she was on the bed with Nico on top of her, though keeping his weight off her. His mouth was on her nipple, his fingers in her pussy, his palm pressing against her clit, prolonging her pleasure until all that was left were sporadic spasms and she slowly found her bearings.

"You know all the liberties you keep complaining about me taking? There's one more I want to take."

"My ass?"

His smirk was so arrogant, and damn if it didn't make her stomach somersault. "I will get your ass, but I wasn't referring to that."

"What do you want?"

He kissed her softly on the lips. "Old-fashioned missionary sex."

Exactly the position in which she couldn't breathe. And he knew it.

"That's boring," she said, doing her damnedest to keep her voice steady. "I thought you were more adventurous."

"Nope. I'm rather traditional myself."

She gulped. Was she ready for this?

"If we do this, your ass becomes fair game, Escobar."

He chuckled. "I'll risk it."

"This is not a good idea, Nico," she whispered after a long pause. "This vibe we have going is not the most relaxed, and-"

"I'm not a relaxed guy."

No shit. He was as intense as they came.

"And you don't need relaxed," he continued.

His know-it-all attitude rubbed her the wrong way. "No? What do I need? Enlighten me, please."

"You need to trust me."

And that disarmed her because it was true. That was all she needed.

"I trust you," she conceded. It was herself she didn't trust. What if she panicked?