Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline 1)

“Now you can pretend I’m not here.”

Sure. Forget

ting that there was a sexy, hard-muscled man in bed with her watching her masturbate would be easy.

The first touch of her finger on her stiff clit made her gasp, and Fox groaned in appreciation. Knowing it was turning him on made it less awkward.

Normally, when she was masturbating she would have done her best to stay silent—she’d never lived alone and there were certain things your roommate didn’t want to know. With Fox watching, she wouldn’t hold back.

Half of her mind ran through the graphic memory of him torturing her with the feather, and the other half was aware of every shift of his body on the bed next to her. The feather barely touching her clit, his gaze hot, his big body rippling with tattooed muscle as he tormented her.

In real time, his mouth was on her neck, drifting down her spine, breathing kisses on sensitized skin. She teased herself, moaning at the feel of his lips tickling over the curve of her ass, to her thigh and the back of her knee. Thoughts flashed past, impossible to latch onto. The smell of him from his shirt. The heat in his gaze when he held her down for the tattoo. How the tattoo he’d paid a small fortune for felt like a mark of ownership. The feel of his cock deep inside her—the cock she longed for, that he was withholding.

Shuddering, she was so close, trying to wait, but he was more patient than she imagined. He nipped the inside of her thigh and she cried out and arched back for his mouth, her mind a haze of need.

“Please, Fox,” she whimpered, vaguely aware she was losing her own private game. She was going to beg but she didn’t care about winning anymore.

“Please, what?” he asked. The breath from his words streamed over the heated flesh of her pussy. He was close enough to put his mouth there, but he was hovering, teasing, his hands gripping her thighs so she couldn’t get any closer.

“Oh god, please fuck me.”

“I’m sure you know how to get yourself off.”

She tried, but she was too wound up to make it work.

“What’s the matter with my girl?” She felt him stretch out next to her then he was kissing the parts of her face not covered by the blindfold.

His girl? He’d called her his to the other guys today, but she’d thought it was just posturing, or claiming her just so they’d leave her alone. Did really he think of her as his? Why did that idea appeal to her? She didn’t want a relationship, just someone to have fun with. He needed to quit using her body to get access to her mind. She was going to have to put her foot down about that . . . sometime.

“I need you.”

“You should safeword when you can’t take anymore.”

“But I don’t want to disappoint you.” She hadn’t meant to say it, but she couldn’t seem to control those sorts of feelings around him.

“You won’t,” he whispered, and the words felt like they held more meaning.

He kissed her and put his arms around her, careful to avoid the bandage on her back. In one smooth movement he’d rolled her on top of him. With his mouth hungry on hers, he grabbed her hips and slid her down his body.

“I’m wearing a condom,” he said as he urged her body into accepting his cock. She was glad he was a gentleman, because she hadn’t thought to ask. On top of him, she writhed, in a rush to get him inside her, but it was awkward with the blindfold. So big, but she wanted him so bad. When he was deep inside her, he hissed, holding her still with a firm grip on her ass.

“Don’t move.”

She whimpered, trying to be good, but her clit was mashed up against his body, and if she moved just a little . . .

“Addison,” he growled, smacking her ass, almost making her come from the surprise of it. “Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Nothing other than trying to hold onto her sanity.

“You’re trying to make me lose control.”

“Not on purpose. I’m trying to be good.” Her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and she struggled to be still, but oh god, she needed to rub against him. His cock was like living steel, pulsing inside her, and she could feel the strain in every line of his hard body. She was elated and light-headed and only marginally in control of her body. “Please, Fox. I need to come so bad.” Her body was vibrating with the effort of staying still. Why did he always have to make her wait?

He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, making her scream with sudden, unexpected pleasure. For an eternity he held her there, forcing her body to take as much as she could, her pussy fluttering around him, breathlessly waiting for the next thrust to shove her over the edge to orgasm. The moment lasted a moment longer than she could bear.

“Please!” she begged.

“Fuck,” he gritted. Self-control lost, he withdrew and thrust into her again and again, controlling her body with a cruel grip on her hips, fucking her hard enough to hurt in delicious ways she knew she’d still feel later.