Wicked Ties(62)

inside her. Her clit throbbed in time with the rhythm. Perspiration broke out between

her aching breasts, at her temples and nape, between her rigid thighs.

Higher, higher the man was driving her. And God, she was almost there, almost to

the edge of the cliff. This was going to be a free-fall from unknown heights. Her body

tensed, preparing. She panted, wailed, wanting it more than anything…

Suddenly, he withdrew.

“I didn’t give you permission to come.”

“What?” She could barely catch a breath.

“You don’t come until I tell you to. Complete control, cher.”

He disappeared around the other side of the bed for a moment and grabbed the black

box. What the hell was he doing? She was dying here, dissolving into a puddle of need,

and he was digging into a damn box?

She moaned, aching frustration wracking her body in shivers. Fine, if he wasn’t going

to help her, she’d help herself.

Morgan tried to wiggle back and forth to produce enough friction on her clit to send

her over the edge. Moments later, Jack stilled her with a sharp slap to her ass. Then he

anchored that palm on her hip, making it nearly impossible to move under the pressure

of his grip.

“Bad girl. You’ll come when I say so, under my hand, around my cock. Not because

you wiggled your ass for it.”

With that comment, Jack climbed onto the bed behind her. He plunged his fingers

back into her. But rather that rubbing at that sweet spot inside her, he merely moved

about, dousing his fingers.

“Spread your knees,” he demanded, fitting his free hand between them, urging her

thighs apart.

Morgan complied, breathless, mindless, so ready to fall into the swamp of desire

pounding at her.

Jack removed his fingers from her passage, gave her clit a breath-stealing flick. She

stilled, thoughts chasing. What would happen next? What would he—

A touch later, where she least expected it, he answered her question.

Before Morgan could even protest, one of his fingers, slick with her own juices,

penetrated her ass, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Tingles formed a shocking

circle of pleasure around the invasion. She gasped.

“No…” she breathed.

“Yes,” he asserted. “You have a beautiful ass. I’m not going to ignore it.”

He invaded her anus with a second finger. Burning pressure. Something so foreign

and forbidden. The pleasure zoomed sky high. Morgan gasped, then bit her lip. How

could she like such a thing?

Yet, suddenly, it was impossible not to crave more. “That’s it, cher. Push back onto

my fingers. I’m going to open you up and fuck you here soon.”

Then Jack burned away anything she might have said and sent her closer to the edge,

plunging his fingers into her body with a hypnotizing rhythm. In, out, in, out…

The sensations were so new, so unexpected. He’d awakened so many parts of her and

they all screamed with need now. Her nipples were taut nubs that rubbed against the

sheets with each penetration. Her clit pulsed with her heartbeat. Her wet sex still danced

from his touch.

And now his fingers drove her slowly mindless, awakening the senses in a part of her

body she’d only considered erotic in her most forbidden midnight fantasies.

Then the pleasure was too strong for thought. She could only move with his touch,

arching to meet his fingers, mewl at the shock of sensation, the thrill. Her entire body

was tightening, focused on reaching the pinnacle that grew and swelled, towering above

her, engulfing her.

Jack withdrew his fingers from her ass. Morgan whimpered in protest before she

could stop herself, before she could even think about what she was doing.

“I’m not done, cher,” he soothed.

A pop and a squishy sound later, Morgan felt something new, slightly cold and

definitely foreign, probing again at her back entrance. A vibrator. It shook as Jack teased

a small circle around her sensitive opening.

Her pleasure was so focused there, so sharp, that Morgan couldn’t imagine anything

overtaking it. Especially when he pushed the vibrator in a fraction.

“Push down,” he commanded softly.

Entranced, Morgan did. The vibrating probe quickly warmed in her body. She cried

out in a sound of pure pleasure at the wicked desire it created. The vibe was about the

same size as his fingers, but so smooth as he eased it in and out of her body. She arched

to it, wanting more, feverish with lust. She cried out, grasping the sheet in her fists.

Jack moved directly behind her, covering her back with his body as he whispered in

her ear, “You look so sexy with my vibe pleasuring your ass. A man could lose control

just looking at you.”

Morgan looked back over her shoulder at Jack. He knelt behind her, his chocolate