Fueling His Hunger (Masters of Adrenaline 2)

Heat and humiliation burned her cheeks. “You can touch me there, but I don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Fair enough. And you can always say ‘red.’”

She nodded.

He turned to the bag of things he’d retrieved in the tent, and drew something out that she couldn’t identify in the low light. She hoped like hell it was a condom because she was ready for him to fuck her. Now. He was too damn patient. Most guys always seemed to be in a rush, expecting her to be responsible for whether she got off or not, but Luke went almost too far in the opposite direction. As though torturing her and keeping her on the edge of orgasm was fun. Bastard.

“What’s that?”

A buzzing noise surprised her. “Just a toothbrush.”

She’d seen a cheap, battery-powered toothbrush in the bag, but now?

“So you’re leaving me here alone so you can go brush your teeth?”

“No.” He snorted. The thing was still buzzing in his hand, and he was getting closer.

“But what are you . . . ?”

He held the brush so that the back of the plastic was just in front of her still-sore nipple.

“No,” she begged. “What are you doing?” Damn, this was going to hurt!

The brush’s vibrations made the barest contact with the tip of her breast, and she gasped at the sensation. It didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it made her want it harder, and maybe in other places, but it was weird that he was using it as a sex toy.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” she admitted unhappily.

He leaned down and sucked the opposite nipple into his mouth while keeping the toothbrush vibrating teasingly around the other. His mouth sucked and tugged, nipped while the brush sent shocks of pleasure through her. So close to coming again. Her nipples hurt now and the pain was almost as delicious as him striping her ass with his belt. She panted, squeezing her thighs together and squirming, ashamed that she was so close to coming. Higher, closer . . . the knot in her lower belly pulled tight . . .

Without warning Luke took a step back. He groaned aloud, then grabbed between his legs, his grip hard and his expression fierce.

“No, please!” Her voice broke. “Please, Luke. Please, I’m so close.”

He swore, paced back and forth in front of her.

“Please,” she begged, realizing she was making a fool of herself but too horny to care. She’d never been this bad off in her entire life, and he was going to leave her like this?

The pacing slowed, stopped. He drew several long breaths, looking off into the darkness. When he finally turned back to her, the slow smile had spread across his evil face again. Oh, fuck.

The night air had already puckered her most recently abused nipple. She found herself straining toward Luke, offering herself and desperately hoping he accepted her invitation. Some teasing was okay, but this? This was torture.

He strolled back over to her, seeming to be in control of himself, while she was still twitchy and ready to jump out of her skin.

“You’re so close to what?”

Willing to do almost anything to ease her suffering, she opened her mouth to tell him she needed to come, but then shut it again. It wasn’t fair that she had to admit it out loud when he looked so damned calm. But the calmness was an act, wasn’t it?

“Tell me,” he urged again.

So, he wanted to be difficult? Two could play at that game.

“I’m close to needing a nap,” she said sweetly.

His expression was hidden by shadow, but his stance was menacing.

“Oh, am I boring you again? Sorry. Let me see if I can fix that.”