Only Pleasure (Bound Hearts 10)

And he knew it. Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew he was torturing the hell out of her. She should have known, should have thought—

"Chase," she moaned his name as he pulled her nipple back into his mouth, sucked and licked and had her whimpering now, arching closer to him.

"So pretty. " He eased up, stared down at her nipples. "Look how pretty, Kia. Flushed and tight. "

Her nipples were a dark pink, so hard now they felt bruised, tingling and burning for the touch of his mouth again.

"I'll need another taste later," he growled, releasing his grip on her legs as he moved to her side, then knelt by her head. "But now, it's your turn to taste. Can you make me give in?"

Kia watched as his fingers gripped the stalk of his cock, pumping it slowly as the wide, dark head throbbed and dampened with a pearl of liquid.

She licked her lip, then licked that pearl. She watched his face, watched his thick lashes drift over those brilliant eyes as she curled her tongue over the head and filled her mouth with the taste and the heat of him.

She tempted him, and she knew she did. She licked the underside, let her teeth rake against it oh so gently and whimpered as her name tore from his throat.

"That's good. " The fingers of one hand latched in her hair as he restrained the sucking rhythm of her mouth. He pulled her head back, pushed it forward, used her own hair to control her. The little bites of pressure against her scalp were like fingers of erotic pleasure. It would loosen, tighten, and she sucked him deeper, fought to hold on to the heavy flesh as he retreated, then pushed back.

"Ah yeah, Kia. Sweet baby," he groaned. "Suck my dick, sweetheart. Show me you want it. How bad do you want it, darling?"

She tried to move her mouth faster, to force him to fuck past her lips with harder strokes. His fingers in her hair restrained her again, forcing her to use her lips and tongue and the sucking motions of her mouth only.

The taste of him, the heat of his flesh, the desperate hardness, were like an aphrodisiac. She could feel his need for her there, and she could see it in the heavy, brooding expression on his face.

He wanted her. He ached for her. It wasn't just lust. One could walk away from lust. It was simple. So easy. But neither of them could walk away from this. This pleasure that raced over her flesh, dug its talons into her nipples, her clit, and the raging need of her pussy. This couldn't be escaped nearly so easily.

"Fuck. " He pulled back, his cock sliding from her lips despite her attempts to hold it to her.

"That's cheating. " She licked her lips, hungry for more. "I can't escape you. "

"I didn't make the dare. " His breathing was harsh, perspiration dampened the tensed muscles of his chest, thighs, and arms as his expression tightened in need.

Kia stared up at him and licked her lips. "One more taste," she whispered. "I dare you. "

His eyes narrowed. In one smooth, controlled thrust his cock filled her mouth again.

Kia let him feel the edge of her teeth, holding him in place as she licked, sucked, played, and teased and watched his head tip back on his shoulders as his thighs bunched and strained at the pleasure.

She should have thought of that before. Holding him where she wanted him. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing. He was close. He had to be close. All she had to do was make him spill into her mouth.

His hand moved from her hair, his fingers found her nipples. Each time she licked, he milked her nipple. Each time she sucked, he tugged at it. Each time she thought she was close to pushing him to the limit, she had to pause to keep from crying out at the delicate pressure he placed on the sensitive tips.

She was lost in the battle, pausing, sucking, holding back her need to lift the pressure of her teeth from his cock just to breathe, and she was winning. She knew she was, until his hand slid down her body and his fingers speared into the gripping, saturated depths of her pussy.

"Oh God!" Her hips jerked, arched, her lips parted, her teeth loosened and just as fast, his fingers slid from the desperate depths of her vagina.

"No! Damn you," she cried out.

"Naughty little Kia. " There was amusement in the rich, husky tone of his voice. "I think I'm going to have to punish you for that. "

"Yeah. You do that. " She panted, still fighting to breathe, her thighs clenching as she fought to find the right amount of pressure against her clit to achieve just a measure of relief. She wasn't asking for a full climax here. Just a little bit.

"I intend to. " There was a hint of laughter in his voice before he surprised her by flipping her to her stomach and moving until he straddled her thighs again.

"Spankings aren't punishment. " She pressed her forehead into the mattress. Oh God, she was in so much trouble here. If he started with one of those erotic little spankings she was going to be screaming, begging him to fuck her. Already she could feel her juices dampening her thighs, spilling from her desperately pulsing vagina as her clit throbbed with agonizing demand.

Just a little bit of a release, she thought, biting back a moan, a plea for just that. She wasn't asking for much. Really.

"I don't want to punish you, sweetheart. " His hand smoothed over the rounded globes of her rear. "That's the farthest thing from my mind. "