Inherited Malice: A Dark Secret Society Romance

I scrubbed harder at my clit, now, all gentleness gone. My eyes were closed as I alternatively arched and coiled in ecstasy, fucking myself with the dildo and squirming against the hand rubbing my clit when—

“Knees,” a gruff voice suddenly demanded.

My eyes flew up, and I was genuinely shocked when I saw Beau standing there in front of me. Not just a fantasy anymore. It was the real man. His face was pinched, his complexion pale, but it was his eyes where I saw it—his eyes were burning with lust.

“Knees,” he repeated, and this time he snapped and pointed at the floor as if I hadn’t gotten his message the first time.

I did. Oh, hell yes, I did. Especially since he was roughly yanking his belt open like he couldn’t get the damn thing unbuckled quickly enough.

Internally, I lit up. I’d driven Beau Radcliffe past his oh so precious control. Just like the night I’d met him, his walls were coming down. That night it had been because of liquor, but right now it was all because of me. I’d driven him to this.

His dark eyes warned me I might pay for it, too, especially when I hadn’t moved quickly enough and he was already pulling out his full, pulsing cock.

I scrambled off the bench and fell to my knees in front of him. When I started to pull the dildo out, he shook his head in one sharp motion.

“Keep fucking yourself with it and writhing like you were while you suck me off. You better keep fucking orgasming like you just were while you suck me. I want to feel you going wild. But don’t fucking bite.”

I licked my lips as I looked up at him through my lashes. “Yes, sir.”

His nostrils flared like he was about to ream me out for my impudence, but I cut him off by tonguing his cock and eliciting the manliest groan from him.

I couldn’t bear to tease him much more because frankly I wanted him in my mouth as much as he seemed to need it. Usually giving head didn’t do much for me, but just like with sex with Beau, this was different too.

For one, there was the way he clasped my head. He didn’t do what some guys did. He didn’t grab my head and hold it still so he could fuck it like I was some kind of sex doll.

No, he held it and caressed my hair back from my forehead in a way that made the act somehow incredibly… intimate. And I could feel the way that every swipe of my tongue affected him. His legs and stomach tensed in response to my mouth, and it was So. Fucking. Hot.

It wasn’t a struggle for my own arousal to light back to life, especially when his hand slid into my hair. He grabbed my hair and tugged my head back so I was looking up into his face as I gagged on his cock. Our eyes met and I spasmed, orgasming around the dildo still embedded deep inside me.

His eyes lit with satisfaction and his cock in my mouth flexed and pulsed. He responded to me, and I responded to him, the hottest feedback loop. Dear God, maybe that’s why sex with him was so hot. I’d never had a partner who was so in tune with me before. He got off on my arousal, and I’d never before witnessed anything so hot.

Especially as his cock got harder and harder in my mouth, expanding impossibly large. I was salivating around him as he slid out and pushed back in past my lips, again and again, watching himself slide in my mouth, then watching my eyes, then clenching his hand in my hair like he knew, he just knew he was commanding my pleasure with his every touch.

Because he was, goddamn him. Every time he clenched and pulled my hair, the next orgasm that had been building would hit. And when they hit, I’d groan and squeal and hum around his cock. Eventually, I saw that face I’d been craving—the moment he lost control, the pain and pleasure. Both hands grabbed my hair as if for dear life as he shoved to the back of my mouth and his heat sprayed down my throat.

I sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed and worshiped and laved with my tongue until I’d swallowed every drop.

And as he pulled back and I fell back against the side of the bench, spent and yet still spasming, for the first time I considered as I stared up at him in dazed wonder. Oh shit. What if I was in over my head after all?

Because this man was so magnetic that when I was with him, I forgot everything, everything except the feel of him against my skin.