Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(66)

He jerked, pulling against the scarves.

She lifted her hips and shifted backward. She grabbed his cock and rubbed its head against her, coating it with her juices. "You didn't answer me. Can you feel how wet you make me?"

He gritted his teeth and stared up at her, his expression twisted with a mixture of bliss and agony.

She slipped his cock an inch into her throbbing pussy. "Is it hot?"

He slammed his head against the headboard and whimpered. She rubbed the back of his head with her free hand. "Careful. Did you hurt yourself?"

"Untie me," he said in a low growl.

She ignored his request and plunged down on his cock, burying him deep in one thrust. His back arched, and he cried out. Wow, he was really turned on. She rode him slowly, watching him twitch in excitement. Lord, she loved him like this. She wondered if she could push him further.



       
         
       
        

She lifted her hips until his cock slipped from her body. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

"I want to fuck you so hard," he growled.

"Oh yeah?"

He nodded vigorously.

She pushed the bodice of her dress down to reveal her breasts. "Don't you want to play with these a little first?"

She rubbed the curves of both breasts. She lifted them, pushed them together, and plucked at her nipples until they were hard. She then slid up his body and pressed one nipple into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Pleasure coursed through her overexcited body. She clung to Eric's hair and crooned.

"Untie me," he requested again.

She rubbed her neglected nipple against his lips and reached for the scarf. He'd pulled on it so much, the knot was impossibly tight.

"I can't get it," she said.

"You're kidding!"

She shook her head. "I'll go get something to cut you free."

"Don't leave me like this, Reb," he pleaded. "Just ride me then."

"But I want your hands on me. I'll hurry."

She pulled up her bodice to cover her breasts and her skirt down before hurrying to the door. She opened it and checked the corridor. Finding it empty, she hurried to the kitchenette and opened a drawer, looking for a knife.

A solid body slid up behind her and breathed into her ear. "What do we have here?" Jon whispered in her ear.

***

Eric jerked on the scarves cutting into his wrists. Next time Rebekah wanted to tie him up, he'd insist on borrowing restraints from Jace. His skin was raw.

"Get your hands off me," Rebekah shouted in the corridor.

"Rebekah?" Eric called.

"Oh fuck, baby. You aren't wearing any panties," Jon said.

"This is your final warning," she said.

Eric yanked harder on the scarves. "You better not be touching her, Jon!"

"Watcha gonna do about it, Eric?"

There was a loud thud. "Rebekah?" Eric called, his heart thumping with panic.

She appeared a moment later carrying a huge chef's knife. Eric's heart skipped a beat. "Did you kill him?"

She closed the door and smiled. "Do you see any blood?" she asked, holding up her clean knife. She approached the bed and started sawing on one scarf. "Jon messed with the wrong girl. My brother taught me how to defend myself." 

As soon as she freed one arm, Eric grabbed Rebekah around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. He squirmed, trying to find her slick heat with his throbbing cock. He was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Her fault. All her fault. Had to be inside her. Had to.

"Just a minute, baby," she said breathlessly. "Let me get your other arm loose."

She hadn't finished sawing through the scarf when he finally managed to slip inside her. With a groan, he wrapped his free arm around her waist to pull her down to engulf him. Oh yes.

The knife slipped from her grip and fell behind the headboard. Still tied to the headboard with one arm, Eric shifted her sideways across the bed and moved her onto her back beneath him. He thrust between her thighs, driving into her delightful warmth as hard as he could, needing her to feel how excited she'd made him. She clung to his back, meeting his thrusts and encouraging his mindless possession with excited vocalizations. He continued to pull at his trapped arm as he plunged into her. The need to wrap her securely in both arms overwhelmed him. Eric yanked repeatedly at the scarf until the fabric ripped, freeing him at last. He gathered Rebekah in his arms and held her close, his feelings for this woman so overpowering, he wasn't quite sure how to express them. He trailed kisses along her neck, catching the necklace he'd given her between his lips and her heated skin. When she arched against him and cried out with release, he slowed the rate of his thrusts, letting her drift back to her senses. Eric brushed his lips against her forehead. "I love you," he whispered.