Mastered By The Mavericks(25)

       
           



       

Her smile faded. "Do … what again?"

He didn't answer until flattening his hands to the insides of her knees-and again spreading them wide.

"Beg."

He didn't stop there. With fingers skimming the insides of her legs, he  moved back between them like human liquid, rolling his shoulders with  every new inch covered, flooding her in his unmistakable intent. Giggles  aside, she was going to come hard for him. That meant letting him tease  at the door of her submissiveness. Just a few light taps … in all the  right places …

"I-I'm not comfortable-" She interrupted herself with a hiss, as he  closed both thumbs over her pussy. "I told you, I can't just be ordered  to do it-"

"Not an order." He paused when reaching the outer edges of her feminine  triangle. "Only a suggested clause in our negotiation. Isn't that how  negotiations work? I give something, you give something."

At first her reply was just shallow, sharp breaths. They intensified,  quivering through her whole body, as Rhett pressed in a little more. The  action pushed her intimate lips together, indirectly stroking her clit  in the process. "Oh!" she finally exclaimed. "God! Oh!"

"Hmmm." He pressed in one more time before dragging his fingers away,  scraping toward her stomach. "Nice try but my name's Rhett, sweetheart."

Her legs fell open a little wider. Such a guileless move … she had no damn  idea what kind of heaven and hell she opened for him, exposing more of  her perfect paradise to his hungry stare. He wondered if she still  tasted like creamed honey. Idiot; of course she did. What he longed to  know now was the perfection of her tight sheath around his cock, taking  him deeper with every thrust, until they detonated together.

But not until she gave up her end of the deal.

Not happening. Not yet. Though a stressed sheen coated her face and her  muscles visibly shook, her lips thinned and her jaw jutted, hanging on  to her defiance.

Rhett wavered between cursing and grinning. Her boldness was a thrill  ride he hadn't experienced in years. On the other hand, the shit might  just be his undoing. At least he'd enjoy the crap out of the descent.

He chose the grin. It grew, slow and subtle, as he rose higher over her,  positioning his thighs between hers-opening his pants enough that she  felt the wet cotton of his briefs and the hump of the shaft beneath.

They hissed in unison. He finished his in a rough rasp. "You feel that,  sweet peach? That's my cock, wanting you. Needing to be inside your  beautiful cunt. Craving to fuck you, fulfill you … "

Her eyes flashed open. Her lips parted, abandoning her resistant scowl. "Yes … "

Gone was his grin, as well. How could he concentrate on his goddamn  face, when hers was one of the most captivating sights he'd ever beheld?  He'd been lucky to see many world treasures in his travels across the  globe, and now one more-this moment with her endless eyes, yearning  lips, and shimmering skin-was added to his list.

"Not exactly the words I was hoping for, sweetheart."

A heartbeat of silence. Followed by the next, exploding with her growl. "Aggghhh!"

He cocked his head. Arched a brow. "Nope. Still not right."

"Are you freaking kidding-"

A tight moan eclipsed the words, as he again slid his throbbing length along her pussy.

"Beg, Brynna."

"Screw you."

That's the idea, little fox.

No need to state the obvious. He'd just show her.

Two shoves sent his pants and briefs to his thighs. With equal thrift,  he tore open the condom packet, then rolled the latex over his crown and  down his shaft. There'd be no need to add any of Dax's quality lube to  this picture. Every layer between Brynn's thighs was shiny with the dew  of her arousal, jerking his erection tighter every time he stared at  that perfect pink bloom.

Like now.

With teeth clenched against the pressure that now consumed every thought  in his head and beat of his heart, he eased just his tip into her  folds. Instant heat. Perfect tremors. Soft temptation. Fuck. Fuck.

The same word exploded off her lips. Rhett angled in, capturing the  syllable with a wet but fast kiss. She sounded just as delectable with  the breathy follow-up. "Shit. Shit! Ohhhh!"

He ground off another layer of tooth enamel but managed a controlled reply. "It's yours, peach pie. Just ask for it."

Her head kicked back again. She scratched up his spine, burning his skin with the tracks. "Oh my God. It feels so good!"

He teethed the side of her neck. "Still not right."                       
       
           



       

"Damn it!"

"Beg."

She bit fully into his. "Give it to me."

"Beg."

He pushed in by another fraction. Managed-barely-to keep his groan  contained. Sweet fuck, he never thought he'd be battling his own lust  like this. His body seemed a foreign thing, a gleeful executioner set on  killing him in the most excruciating way possible. His balls screamed.  His thighs shook. But he wasn't so far-gone not to notice how his  control, of himself and her, was taking her pussy from a simmer of  arousal to an oven of need. Beneath her riotous glare, she was relishing  this as much as him.

"Damn!" Her legs hiked up, gripping his waist. "Oh, damn!"

He teased his cock into her by half an inch more. "Just one word, sweetheart. Give it to me."

She gritted out a gasp. One more. Then finally cried, "Please. Please.  Does that make you happy, damn it? Please, Rhett. I need it-now. I need  you."

He tilted his head in, releasing a grateful growl against her ear. "Oh, my little peach." Not nearly as much as I need you.

One slide, and his sex was buried completely inside hers.

One sigh, and she clenched him even tighter.

One moment-that wrenched them both from passion to oblivion.

Hands greedy and urgent. Mouths open and hungry. Muscles straining and seeking.

Instincts commanding.

Gazes twining.

Spirits joining.

"Oh … God." Brynna's face distorted, as if his cock had turned into a  spear. The clench of her sex told him that was far from the case. That  her wince was more the protest of her psyche, reached as it never had  been before. And how was he so damn sure? Could've had something to do  with the mirrors he now beheld in her eyes, reflecting only one thing  back at him.

His own soul.

He'd experienced mortar attacks that were less unnerving than the  recognition. It damn near terrified him, as he watched her head twisting  back, struggling to hide her face in the pillows.

"No." He followed the harsh husk by hurling the cushion across the room.  Just as fiercely, he yanked her face back toward him. "Now I'm  begging." He plunged deeper, driving to mark as much of her inside as  well as out. "Don't look away. Stay with me, Brynna. Take all this from  me, as deeply as you take my cock. See how beautiful you are to me. See  everything you do to me."

She didn't utter a word. She didn't have to. She simply reached out as he had, framing the side of his face too … his mirror.

And she obeyed him. Beautifully. Oh, God … so perfectly.

She barely blinked as he lunged harder, filling more of her, fucking  until the slaps of their bodies resonated against the walls. Rhett  watched her just as intently, taking in the rhythm of her breaths, the  little furrows beneath her eyebrows, the hardness of her nipples-

Until he knew it was time.

One dip of his hand against the very center of her pussy. One more.

On the third, she was completely his.

"Holy-Rhett!"

He let his senses drown in her scream. Let his cock rejoice in her climax. Finally surrendered to the whorl of his own lust.

The world turned to fuzz. His balls surged with heat. His vision turned  blinding white as the climax roared through his dick. He came in  bursting torrents, each yanking him deeper beneath the undertow. He  wondered if standing upright would even be possible in a few  minutes … making him realize he didn't even care.

Sure enough, the sentiment became prophecy.

Aside from a reluctant pull from her body then a lunge to lob the condom  at the waste can, he was not interested in moving from this bed-or  anywhere less than a few inches from this woman's delectable nudity. He  leaned his head on an elbow while wrapping an arm over her waist,  letting his thoughts stay just as tangled. There would be more than  enough time to yank the shit apart later … to berate himself for once  again pouring too much of himself into a "relationship" that was nothing  more than an episode of fantastic sex.

And damn …

It had been fantastic.

Couldn't be any harm in addressing the obvious. "I'm wondering how a guy expresses thanks to the power of a million."

Her kiss-stung lips inched up. "Damn it. You stole my line."