The Bad Boy In Cuffs (Dangerous Desire #3)(10)

"Every time you're about to come, babe, I'm going to stop doing whatever it is I'm doing." He rolled his fingertips over my sensitive button. Shards of delicious tension shot through me. "Until the wave subsides just enough to take you away from eruption, and then I'll do it all over again."

I whimpered. Sheer sexual torture. Oh boy. Oh boy … yes. Yes …

"Oh yes," I breathed, arching into his hand.

He chuckled, the sound dark and smug and full of strained control, and proceeded to slowly sink two fingers into my sex.

Penetrating me.

Raw pleasure radiated through me. I tangled my hands in his hair and nipped at his bottom lip. He allowed me the aggressive kiss-for a few delicious seconds-and then withdrew his fingers from inside me.

"Reach up and grab the shower, babe," he ordered, teasing my clit with wicked little strokes of his fingertip as he pressed my back to the wet tiled wall beneath the showerhead.

A tight shudder rocked through me. My pussy contracted. I did as instructed, moaning as he latched onto one of my nipples and sucked.

He continued to play with my clit, his mouth and fingers an exquisite harmony on my flesh. I gripped the cool metal above my head, the position one of submission and offering.



       
         
       
        

When it came to Lucas, everything I was, every inch of my body, was available to him. Even when I was pissed at his overprotectiveness.

Releasing my nipple with a pop, he plunged his fingers back into my pussy, scissoring them inside me as he gazed down into my upturned face. Water streamed over him, cascading over his shoulders, down his chest and arms. His drenched shirt, molded to his body by the shower, was now almost transparent, the tattoos on his torso ghosts I wanted to lick and trace with my own fingers.

At the slight shift in my body as I went to do just that, Lucas shook his head, his hand on my breast growing firm, his fingers in my sex growing still. "You don't move, babe. Not until I tell you otherwise. You stay exactly this way, where I want you. There. For me. Mine."

A hot rush of liquid lust pooled in my core. A ragged moan fell from me. I should be furious. I knew exactly what was going on.

Where I want you.

Where Lucas wanted me was safe, from his past life and all the shit in it.

I should be angry at what he was trying to do, trying to prove. And I was. On a separate level. But I was also so damn horny, the wetness at the junction of my thighs had nothing to do with being in a running shower and everything to do with impatient sexual greed.

I wanted Lucas to use sex to punish me. Wanted it so fucking much I was on the cusp of coming already.

"Do not move," he repeated, resuming his slow torment of my breast. He licked a path up the side of my neck to my ear as he did so, nipped my earlobe, rubbed his thumb over the point of my nipple.

I moaned, the sound low and husky.

Cupping my breast completely in his hand, he sucked hard on the side of my neck as he buried his fingers back into my pussy.

The three points of contact detonated a wall of tight heat through me and I cried out, bucking into his hand.

He tortured me this way for an eternity, my whimpers and pleas for more bouncing around the bathroom every time he slowed to a halt.

Both sides of my neck became the possession of his mouth. And then both breasts. He sucked and nipped my nipples, propelling me closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers in my sex stroked my G-spot over and over. My knees trembled, my breath grew shallow.

I thrust my hips forward, my clit aching to be touched, my body craving release.

With a low chuckle, he withdrew his fingers, rolled them over my clit a few times and then-slowly straightening to his feet-licked them clean.

Holy crap, I wouldn't be able to survive much more.

And then the bastard dropped to his knees, parted my folds with his thumbs and captured my clit with his mouth.

I cried out, a tsunami of pleasure crashing over me. Gripping the shower arm tighter, I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his shoulder, doing everything I could to drive his mouth harder to me, his tongue deep into my sex. 

He laughed against my clit, wrapped one strong hand around my leg and lowered it back to its original position. "What did I say about not moving, Ronnie?"

My stomach fluttered. My pussy did the same. Closing my eyes, I chewed on my bottom lip.

He licked a slow line over my seam to my clit again, smoothing his palms over my ass cheeks as he did so.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to his power over my pleasure, my body. He flicked my clit again, and then sucked on it with tiny pulses, his fingers inching closer to my anus with every swipe.