Pushing Her Limits (Masters of Adrenaline 3)

“It’s . . . wrong.”

He chuckled. “A lot of people like it. Let me try it, and if you hate it, I’ll skip the preliminaries and just fuck your ass.”

“Preliminaries sound great,” she growled through gritted teeth. “And here I thought if I showed up you’d at least be a gentleman about it.”

“It was a warning,” he growled back. “You’re lucky I didn’t just bend you over the hood of your car when I found you watching my house. My threat didn’t include you liking it.”

“But it didn’t preclude me liking it either, right?”

“Hmm . . . You have a point. Maybe I’ll be nice.”

“Yes, you seem like a very nice man.”

“Then you’re not a very good judge of character.”

He bit the tender flesh of her ass, and her response became nothing more than garbled, incoherent words. When he let go, there was a perfect bite mark on her perfect ass.

“Great,” she grumbled. “My computer repairman is an ass vampire.”

He laughed, then ran his tongue over the mark, soothing away the sting he’d left. Every tiny gasp that left her mouth made him want her more. Holding her thighs wide, his tongue sought out her clit and he teased it for a while, worrying at the sensitive nub with tongue and teeth, then sliding his tongue over and around her labia. The scent and taste of her arousal hypnotized him, made his balls ache, a

nd yet he was in no mood to rush this.

“Okay, okay,” she kept repeating, her voice high and tight. “Please just fuck me.”

“Soon,” he promised.

“Now,” she begged. “Please, I can’t wait anymore.”

He gave her no rest, reveling in the feel of her female softness under his tongue, and the plaintive whimpers she couldn’t seem to hold back. His tongue moved to her perineum and she went silent and became very still and tense. Poor thing with her adorable sheltered life.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’ll like this,” he murmured.

He ran his tongue up one side of the split of her ass, avoiding contact with her anus, then did the same to the other side. Her erratic breathing came in fits and starts, and he hoped she wouldn’t faint on him. Slowly, he drew his tongue down between the globes of her ass, licking a tickling-light trail down to where she was desperately trying to clamp her ass tightly against him.

If he was a nice guy, he might let her off the hook—just send her home. But then, not making good on threats could be bad for a man’s reputation.

The first brush of his tongue against her anus made Mila cry out in surprise. The next drew a choked sob.

“No,” she whimpered under her breath. “Oh . . . fuck . . .”

As he explored every chlorine-tasting inch of her, he could hear her clawing at the foam of the kickboard.

“Nooo, stop,” she whined. He paused, waiting for her safeword, but she only squirmed back against his hands as though impatient for more.

He flicked his tongue over her again, and used his fingers to toy with her pussy, and pay frustratingly light attention to her clit. By the time he had her on the edge of orgasm, he’d lost patience with the game. He stopped, then moved beside her and vaulted from the pool. Pulling her to her feet and tossing her over his shoulder only took a moment.

“What are you doing?” she yelped.

“Taking you inside.” He opened one of the French doors and went inside, beyond caring that they were naked and dripping all over the floor. She wasn’t the first pool-wet girl to get dragged through the house. Fox did it to Addison on a regular basis.

He headed for the stairs, and passed Fox on the way.

“You’re right, she does have a hot ass,” his brother commented.

Atlas grunted an answer and kept walking. If he was any less impatient, he might have stood around with her for a while and discussed world events or something with Fox, if only to remind the girl who the boss was. Right then his dick was the boss.

He strode up the stairs, and Mila clung to him. When he got to his room, he grabbed a towel from the bathroom and dried them both off before throwing her on the bed.