Chapter Thirteen
She could feel his desire, his hunger. It raged around her, inside her,
whipping through her mind, her body, until the lust that filled her overwhelmed her caution, her reserve. She knew what he wanted, what he ached to feel.
Her fingers gripped the width of his straining erection as her mouth watered to taste his flesh. The desire was like a beast raging inside her until she lowered her head to the silken crest.
She licked the desperate flesh rather than consuming it as she knew he wanted. Her tongue slid over the damp head, licking at the small drop of pre-come that beaded from the slit. He jerked in her grip.
The taste of heated male, salty and wild, filled her with an addictive hunger that she knew had little to do with the arousal she could feel pouring from him. Her hunger, her need, tore through her unlike anything she had known before.
There were none of the conflicting emotions she had felt years before when she had attempted any intimacy with a man. None of the selfishness or sense of triumph. It was pure, undiluted need, pleasure, the desire to give as well as receive.
"Megan, teasing can be a bad thing at this point. " Amusement lay beneath the rough need in his voice as his hips jerked against her flirty licks. "I would advise caution in your play, sweetheart. " His control was
tenuous; she could feel his struggle to hold back.
"Hmm, you don't like it?" she murmured against the straining flesh. The brief thought that they were in the kitchen, still mostly dressed, and playing such erotic games sent a thrill of excitement racing through her.
"Maybe I like it too much. " He seemed to be speaking through gritted teeth as her tongue moved lower, probing beneath the flared cap at the pulsing point where she knew the barb lay hidden.
"Teasing can be fun. " She licked the straining head a second before she let her lips cover the point, suckling at it timidly as her tongue raked over it once again.
His hips jerked as his cock seemed to swell in her grip. Lust, rich and hot, swirled around her, in her, meeting her own, driving the heat tormenting her higher. Every cell in her body seemed sensitized, ready to explode in climax.
"Teasing can be dangerous. " His voice was rougher now, more primal.
She licked at him again before lifting her lips, raking over the hard flesh before her mouth opened and slowly, so slowly she could feel the savage hunger growing, deepening, pouring over her-she consumed the hard crest.
"Sweet Jesus_" Braden felt his control slipping. He could feel the point where the barb emerged growing hotter, a pinpoint of pleasure that tortured and tormented as her lips began to rake over it, just as the sensitive area on the other side pounded with the need for release.
Her lips tightened around his cock, drawing out the pleasure as she learned the shape of him, her curiosity and her pleasure wrapping around him. Feminine hunger slammed into his senses as her suckling mouth began to move with more confidence, with greater intensity.
Son of a bitch, it was killing him. Never, even when trying, when attempting to feel the hunger that drove his partner, had he been able to feel this. Sweet, pure female need wrapping around him, driving his lust higher.
He gripped her hair, holding her to him as her mouth tightened on him, sucking him with a voracious hunger that consumed him.
"Sw
eet mercy. " He growled, his fingers tightening in her silken strands.
"That's it, baby, suck it harder. Your mouth is so fucking hot you're burning me alive. "
Her tongue flickered beneath the crest, a hum of pleasure vibrating against the already violently sensitized flesh.
His hands cupped the back of her head as he began thrusting, unable to
halt the movement of his hips, pushing into her mouth, retreating. His teeth gritted at the ecstasy consuming him. He was going to have to stop her soon.
Saints alive, he didn't know if he could hold on to his control to keep from hurting her, to keep the beast raging inside him from taking her with a force he knew could destroy them both.
She hummed against him again, sweet moans of rising desire that tore at his determination to hold back. Her fingers caressed him, stroked the throbbing shaft, curled around the taut spheres below and sent his senses spinning.
"Good girl," he crooned almost mindlessly now. "Sweet baby, there you go. Suck my cock, Megan" He gritted his teeth as his head fell back. His hips moved in short, digging strokes, filling her mouth as the vibrations of her moans, the scent of her arousal, stole his sanity.
"Enough" The barb was throbbing beneath the head, pressing out as he felt his balls tighten with the need to come. "Enough, Megan" He pulled at her hair, desperate to tear her away from him before he lost all semblance of control.
Her nails nipped at his thighs as her teeth raked his flesh warningly, the small bite of pain sending his senses exploding with heat.