He lowered his head and circled his tongue around her clit. Silk and heat. Wet and desire. She devoured that first touch of his mouth on her sensitive flesh. The movements were slow, controlled, propelling her to the top of the tide where her release gathered, waiting for a spectacular crash.
The door slammed shut, and Dev sat on his heels, leaving a chill in the absence of his mouth. “I need to wash up. Be right back.”
“No, wait.” She didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts. Didn’t want a single second to doubt.
He disappeared behind the bathroom door, the fucking sadist. The whoosh of the faucet filtered through the room. Was he purposefully giving her time to cool down?
She closed her eyes, her body thrumming for relief. If his aim was to show her the thin and perilous line between seduction and coercion, he’d succeeded. He’d violated a number of laws to seduce her, and his approach could very well be considered coercion through compulsion and duress.
When she opened her eyes, he was standing at the foot of the bed, jaw loose, abs contracting, his cock long and hard in his hand. Her pulse raced.
In the next heartbeat, he was on her, straddling her waist, eating at her mouth. His whiskers scratched her chin as he dragged his lips over hers. The steel bar of his erection slid a trail of fire along her belly.
His hands framed her face, and he kissed with such ardor, the whip of his tongue so relentless and consuming she felt it in every fiber of her body. Her blood heated, grateful and greedy, as she tried to match his pace. He reached for the cuffs on her wrists, her arms pulled free, the intensity of his kisses unyielding.
Then he raised his head, mouth puffy and wet and worry lines creasing the corners of his eyes. He slid backward and flicked the quick release on each of her ankles.
She lifted her hands, pulled her legs together, the pang of reality slamming into her chest. She was free. Was that it? He was done with her?
He knelt on the edge of the bed, an unreadable expression softening his prominent jaw. “Whatever you decide to do, I have no regrets. Watching you soar to such a glorious high was worth the consequence.”
Whatever she decided to do? Her swollen lips tickled at the edges, and she leaped on him, squeezing her thighs around his hips. He landed on his back, his hands skidding over her breasts, their mouths locked in desperation. His urgency burned hers to an unbearable fever.
She curled her fingers around his steel length and rasped, “Condom.”
He pointed at his duffel bag even as his cock prodded her opening.
Fuck. The separation from his body heat was torture, but she returned swiftly, unrolling the latex with trembling hands. By the time she climbed atop him, he was flexing his ass and fucking the air between them.
Hovering above him, her smile caught in the bite of her teeth, she lined up her body and slid down his length. The exquisite stretch of his girth bowed her back and swallowed her thoughts, her oxygen, her entire world.
He let out a groan. “Fuuuuck, Joni.” The hot grip of his hands covered her ass, controlling the movement of her hips as he rocked himself inside of her.
The powerful strokes of his cock spiraled a frenzy of sensations through her. She leaned forward and curled her tongue into his mouth, reaching deep, trying to consume him, to own him, but he took over.
He was ravenous, working his tongue against hers, furiously licking, sucking, devouring her lips. He kneaded her breasts, his balls slapping against her ass with each ruthless thrust. Her head swam in mindless pleasure. They were passion and fire, wanton and reckless. She was undone.
The coil of tension in her pussy unraveled, firing sparks through her body and flexing her toes. She threw her head back and let it go. “Ahhhh, Dev. I’m coming. Oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
As her shoulders continued to hitch and shudder, he flipped her to her back and fucked her hard and fast. A moment later, he shouted through his climax.
They collapsed on their sides, face-to-face, breathing noisily, sharing sated smiles. He drew her to his chest, and within a few minutes, his eyes drifted closed and his breathing deepened.
She stretched to the side of the bed that met the wall, and retrieved her handcuffs from beneath the mattress.
Eyes closed, he murmured, “You’re unlawful in bed, Joni.”
She looked at the cuffs in her hand, looked at his confident, sleepy face, and grinned.
Slipknot
Sheri Savill
Leather. Sexy and tight. Perfect. Yep, this is the one. This is the one I’m taking.
Mia took a deep breath and, in one smooth move, rolled and tucked the metal hanger—and the soft black leather miniskirt still clipped to it—into her black shoulder bag. Right over the open zipper and down into the gaping hole at the top of the purse, all without a hitch.
Thank God the fucking price tag didn’t catch on the zipper t