Ross 03 Leave Me Breathless(22)

But that was exactly what she was doing, wasn’t it. Again. He should have friggin’ known better than to go here with her. She’d already pulled this hot-and-cold shit on him once months ago. His running to another state hadn’t cleared his memory of how pissed off he’d been. He’d thought surely she wouldn’t run the same game on him now, but it looked as if she was ready to make him into a fool for the second time.

Damn if he was going to hang around and let her. Abruptly, he released her hand and shot out of his chair. Surprise flared across her face.

“Thanks for breakfast, but I’d better get dressed and jet,” he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the door. “Gotta be at work in a couple hours, and I want to call Nana first.”

“Oh…okay.” Putting her palms flat on the table, she rose also, her movements slow and a little timid.

Curse the morning-after good-bye. It seemed ten times as awkward when all he really wanted was to drag her back into her bedroom and have his way with her for the rest of the day.

She dropped her gaze and busied herself clearing dishes. He lingered for a moment to help her, then headed to her bedroom to throw on his shirt and boots. When he finished and turned toward her bedroom door, she was standing there, having silently appeared behind him at some point.

“I meant what I said,” she told him. “I had a really great time—I mean, that’s an understatement.”

Fuck, she was beautiful, and he wanted her. He wanted her right now. Wanted to tackle her into her unkempt sheets and make her cry out his name again.

So he did. Be damned if he would be making any walk of shame today.

Her startled gasp against his lips only fueled him as he crushed her to him and toppled them both back onto the mattress. She might as well give up on wearing her little robe around him; he yanked the sash and spread it open, palming her breast while she shook and writhed under him. Her thighs gripped his jean-clad hips and she rubbed her pussy against the hard shaft of the erection he’d never really lost from spending himself inside her.

He needed to finish what he’d started last night. He’d given her the option, and she’d chosen for him to fuck her, but right now he was craving another taste of the sweetness between her legs.

He kissed her with slow, deliberate sweeps of his tongue. He wanted her dying for him to do the same thing to her clit. Judging from her gyrations, her whimpers, she wanted just that. Pinning her wrists to the bed, he kissed a path from her lips to her left nipple, budded so tight. He licked it, sucked it, gave it the lightest pinch of his teeth.

Her head tossed. She was strong; sometimes her arms would jerk, and he’d nearly lose his grip on her. But he held her fast. Her thighs rubbed up and down his hips, the heels of her feet pressed into his ass. She moved under him as if he were inside her, a slow, sensuous rhythm. If that was the way she liked it, he’d make note of it and use it on her later.

If there was one.

He slapped the thought aside. He’d make her come so hard there would be no question about later. She’d be the one coming back for more.

When both her nipples were wet and distended from his attentions, her milky skin splotchy with pink heat, he slid his open mouth down her belly. Lower, lower, flickering his tongue against her flesh. The farther down he went, the harder it became for her to move, until she was merely squirming as he pinned her legs down under his arms. As he nuzzled against her closely trimmed pubic hair, the scent of her arousal short-circuited his brain.

“Oh God, please…” she cried, the first words that had burst forth from her yet. Her wrists again threatened to break his grip.

“If I let your hands go, will you be a good girl and not touch me?”

“Why not?” she gasped, tilting her hips up toward him.

He evaded her. “All I want you to feel of me is my mouth and my fingers.”

“Yes!”

“Even when you come, don’t touch me.”

The sounds tearing from Macy’s throat were lost between whimpers and sobs. She managed to nod her head.

“Now, ask me nicely.”

“What?”

“Ask me for what you want, Macy.”

“P-please…lick me.”

“Oh, okay.” He licked the smooth inner side of her thigh.

“Shit. Not there.”

He damn near burst out laughing. “My bad. Where? I can’t read your mind, woman.”

“Lick my pussy, Seth.” He could swear her face went two shades darker red.

“Thank you. I believe I will.”

Christ, she was wet. And swollen. And sweet as the strawberries she’d put out on the table this morning. He kissed her tenderly, sweeping his tongue through her folds and collecting the taste of her juices. Her staccato sobs of moments ago turned into long, drawn-out sighs of pleasure.

His fingers loosened on her wrists, then released. Her arms remained obediently on the bed. He grazed his fingertips against her belly as he lowered first one hand and then the other, feeling her stomach muscles pull tighter under his touch. So sensitive. He tucked one arm under him for support and left one hand free to touch her. When she was ready.

“Feel good, baby?” he murmured against her.

“Sooo good.”

He explored lower, letting his tongue slip over her entrance where her flavor was even sharper, tangier. Her thighs stiffened, and he remembered what she’d said earlier about being sore. She needed this right now. He moved his tongue in slow, soothing strokes around her tiny opening. The need to slide up and plunge his cock into it was there—it never left—but he ignored it. This was all about her.

“So sweet,” he whispered. “I could do this all day.”

“I could let you all day.”

He moved his mouth up to suck her clit. As he drew on her with her moans echoing in his ears, he fluttered his tongue over it, sending her cries even higher. Her thighs opened wider. When he glanced up the length of her body, her hands were on her breasts. Hot as hell.

When her first orgasm swept her away, he slid a finger deep so he could feel her contractions. Incredible. He could swear her taste and scent sweetened and when he drew his finger out, it was coated in her honey. He slid it into his mouth for a taste, then back into her with another, hooking them upward to tease her upper wall.

She’d somehow not touched him through her climax. Now she seemed to realize she couldn’t get him to stop without disobeying that order.

“Seth— I can’t take it,” she said, trying to squirm away.

“You can,” he assured her. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Oh my God…”

He drew out his fingers, nice and wet from her arousal, and gently lowered them to tease the pucker of flesh below her pussy. Just like that, her breath caught in her lungs and, without even touching them, he sensed her thigh muscles go rock hard again. But she didn’t push away; she didn’t disobey and push him away.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, sweet Macy?”

He carefully watched her reaction. She pulled her lips between her teeth and shook her head, her forehead creased.

“But you’ll let me, won’t you,” he cajoled as he exerted the slightest pressure with his finger. She was impossibly tight. Her chest suddenly heaved as if she’d just remembered to breathe.

“I… You’ll hurt me.”

“Afraid of a little pain, cowgirl?”

Her mouth quirked at that. “No. But I tend to avoid it if I have the choice.”

“Well, you do, you know.” A little more, and a little more, he pushed until the tip of his finger softened her tight ring enough to gain entrance. Millimeters. A centimeter. An inch. Macy’s hands were gripping the bedspread, tugging it almost to her face. Her breath sobbed out. She didn’t speak. Didn’t stop him.

“How do you feel?” he whispered.

Her lips parted, her eyes opened, turmoil and agony writhing for dominance on her face. “Dirty,” she bit out.

“That’s what you wanted me for,” he all but growled. His dick was going to cuss him for a bastard if he didn’t get inside her. But he’d just have to take it. This was about leaving her wanting more. “Wasn’t it? To get you dirty. That’s why you know you’re going to let me do it. After I leave and you cool down, you’ll tell yourself you won’t. But one day, you’ll beg me for it, because you know there’s more, and you know I can give it to you.”

He could swear the word that left her lips was “fuck,” and he couldn’t resist a grin. Already loosening her tongue. He was knuckle-deep in her sweet heat, and sweat beaded on her brow. He eased his mouth back down to her clit and teased it with languid sweeps of his tongue, groaning at the sharp spice of her need. Oh yeah, she wanted it all right. She was practically dripping. While he distracted her with slow swirls of his tongue, he inched his finger deeper until she’d accepted all he could give her.

When she came, muscles clamping desperately on him, he slowly pulled it out. The keening moan that tore from her throat was a sound he’d hear in his dreams from now on.

It seemed forever before she settled. Her eyes were wet, her nipples beaded, her skin rosy. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She lay limp, panting, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her skin in the light from her windows.