Hunted(18)

“Wicked, wicked man,” she said, her voice sounding weakened and defeated.

When he’d kissed all along her cheek, he moved to her jawline, then up to her neck. He was getting lost in her. She consumed his thoughts and mind. All he wanted was to get her naked and take her. She wasn’t just any woman; she was something special. And he needed to claim her.

“Pen,” he groaned, his voice cracking.

Her hand cupped him fully, fingers tracing the lines of him. As much as he hated it, he snatched her wrist. “Stop.” A drop of sweat dripped down his temple.

“Why?” She looked wild and sexy and beautiful.

He struggled to find reason. “Because I have to go back to the party. I have a speech to give and—”

She squeezed the head of his cock and his hips jerked forward. “Damn it, Pen. You have to let me go.” His arse muscles clenched to stave off the impending release he craved.

Her words were muffled. “Do I?” she asked coyly, dreamy. She touched him again but this time softer. After only a few seconds of this new, gentle caress, he realized he still might erupt. He grabbed her wrist again.

“No,” he gritted out.

Her eyes snapped open, challenging. “No?” she repeated, louder.

Bloody hell.

His gut sank as he realized he might have just made a big mistake.

Penelope slammed her hands into his chest shoving him back. “What the fuck, Pen?” he cursed.

But then she dropped to her knees and his mouth dropped. She watched him with sultry, fuck me eyes as she slowly pulled open his black leather belt. He had plenty of time to stop her. But that thought didn’t spring to mind. Not for even a second.

He could see the slopes of her breasts heaving as she panted, could see the gleam of wetness on her bottom lip.

Ziiiiiip.

Down went his zipper.

Except for the rustle of clothes and their heavy breathing there was no sound. Where had all his big speeches gone? They’d abandoned him the moment she dropped to her knees. Lord, maybe even sooner.

Warm, smooth fingers curled around his cock. She made a cooing sound and rubbed her cheek against him. Puckered lips and looking like she was in love, it was a hell of a sight. One he planned to take to the grave with him.

But—real life intruded in a big way. He had to put a stop to this. He was at a public, royal and military gathering. He couldn’t get caught with Penelope sucking him off; it would be even more devastating for her than for him. Plus, he remembered where this had gotten him last time. And he wasn’t doing a renewal.

That’s what he told himself, but what came out of his mouth was something else.

“If you don’t finish me and end this now…” His threat hung in the hair. “I don’t have the—” Control, he thought, but said, “Time to stay away all night. I have a speech to give and a crowd to greet.”

“Hmm,” she mumbled. “Interesting.”

She sounded anything but.

She was staring at his cock having finally tugged his trousers down to his ankles. The cooler breeze felt stark in contrast to his blazing hot cock which was fully charged and ready to go. There was nothing like the feeling of having a gorgeous woman look at your erect cock like she was planning all the ways to make it come. He squared his hips, then his shoulders, masculine posturing that posed his manhood to her. He wanted her to see him, to see what she could have, to see how much pleasure he would give her, if only she agreed to be his.

She made a ring around him with her fingers and trailed them up and down his shaft. Stomach muscles bunched violently as pleasure shot down to his balls and out through his cock where he leaked.

She made sexy cooing sounds while licking a long path up his cock. The wet, soft glide stole his attention. It made him forget he was trying to get away from her addicting touch and back to the party. It lasted for all of two seconds.

Until she said, “I would like to place a bet.”

Up and down she stroked him, alternating between hand and mouth, working him into a promising rhythm. Instead of throwing his head back in ecstasy like he wanted to, he watched her carefully. Not a bad sight for sore eyes.

“What kind of bet?” he managed to say. “I don’t gamble.” Normally.

Stroke, stroke. “Let’s bet to see if I can make you come. In less than five minutes.”

His eyes widened. “Brilliant idea. I’ll take that bet to win, now begin.” With a growl in his voice he tucked a fist around her long, blonde hair for grip. Now that he had her head under his control he pushed his hips forward so his cock grazed her lips.

Sharp fingernails cut into his hips and she pushed him back, chuckling softly. “What you haven’t realized yet, Ryon, is that I’m in control here.”