All's Fair in Love and Mastery (Masters Unleashed 5)

“I’ve said no to plenty of women.”

“I’d hate for you to feel like I was just using you.”

His breathing was so harsh she wondered how long he’d last. Hell, considering how hot she was for him, she probably wouldn’t last past his first thrust.

“Condom?” she asked, voice so rough she sounded odd to her own ears. No one did this to her except him—made her awkward and giddy, like she was young and inexperienced all over again. Hell, who else would she even consider fucking in some random alley? She didn’t even need kink right now, she just wanted him to shove her against the wall and impale her on his glorious cock.

“Why on earth would I have a condom? I was just at the most boring bachelor party in the history of bachelor parties. I wasn’t planning on getting laid.”

“Damn it.” Frustrated, she slid her other hand down into his jeans, ignoring the scrape of wet denim along the back of her hand as she cupped his balls. He hissed in a breath but didn’t offer further objection as she adjusted her grip on his cock, not ready to stop touching him.

“Stop,” he growled almost as soon as she stroked her hand over him once.

Reluctantly, she let go.

He stood there, panting, not tucking himself back into his jeans, just staring at her like he wanted to eat her. She licked the hollow of his throat then slid down his body, sinking to her knees on the asphalt. A puddle seeped into the knees of her jeans, and she realized that kneeling brought her face level with his thighs, his cock bobbing too high up to get into her mouth. She giggled, the alcohol making the awkward moment

feel hilarious rather than humiliating.

“What are you doing?” he rasped.

She looked up at him, his body shielding her from the worst of the rain. “I was planning to give you a blow job, but I think I’d need a blowhole on top of my head to make this work.”

His groan made her hot and even more desperate to get him into her mouth.

“I—” Whatever he was going to say stalled when she rose into a squat. His cock pulsed and twitched, and she rose slightly higher, propping her back against the wall to hold herself steady, her mouth and the head of his dick only an inch apart.

“You were saying?” she asked, knowing the breath from her question had drifted over the head of his cock when it jerked violently upward then came down, bumping her lower lip.

“I shouldn’t let you do this.”

“I’m not doing anything other than resting against this wall. You told me to stop, and I won’t do anything else without you asking me. Nicely.”

“Asking you nicely?” His voice was cold and dangerous. It was hard not to play with fire when the flames were so pretty. “Fuck. I don’t know what to do. You’re not my submissive. I can’t even punish you for being bratty. I don’t want to encourage you to use me for sex.”

She chuckled darkly at his lie. “Yeah, right. You don’t want sex from me? Tell that to your big ugly dick.” Okay, it wasn’t ugly at all, but the man was full of himself as it was. The last thing he needed was a compliment on his junk.

“That’s not all I want from you.”

“So is that a no?”

He paused for a long moment, then grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet. “You are an evil, evil bitch, Arabella.”

Rather than being offended, she laughed. His expression was so conflicted that she couldn’t help but find it funny.

“I may be an evil bitch, but I could be sucking your dick right now.”

He snarled something nasty, and dug his hand into her sodden hair, as though he was considering pushing her down and using her mouth, but then, sadly, he let go again.

Damn it. He’d had a few drinks and didn’t trust himself to stop if he got bossy?

“Just . . . walk. Go. That way,” he commanded, dragging his gaze from her mouth and pointing back the way they’d come.

She sighed, but didn’t move right away, hoping he’d change his mind. When she finally had to admit he had no intentions of caving, she went up on tiptoe and licked his jaw, then sauntered away.

“None of this should have happened,” he was grumbling under his breath as he caught up with her, zipping up his pants.

“More should have happened.”