Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

He shook his head. “Uh-uh. More specific. Ask for it.”

“I want you to climb on this bed, climb on top of me.”

“And?”

“I want to feel your weight on me. Feel your hands on me, sliding over my skin.”

His hand reached inside his jeans and pulled his cock out. He stroked it and she watched, fascinated.

“Keep goin’,” he ordered.

“I want to touch you like that. I want to put my hands on you, my mouth on you. Please, Shades.”

“I like hearing you talk like that. Sexy as fuck, babe.” His eyes skimmed over her body. “Like watchin’ you writhe like that, too. Fuck, yeah.” His hand kept stroking slow and sure.

Her chest rose and fell. She loved foreplay, but this was torture. She let go of the spindle with one hand and ran it down her body to between her legs.

“That’s mine. You don’t touch it unless I say you can.”

She pouted.

“Put your hand back on the headboard, babe.”

“Shades,” she pleaded.

“Is that mine or not?” he pressed.

“It’s yours.”

His brow lifted, waiting for her to comply.

She huffed out a breath, but returned her hand to the headboard.

He made a tsk-tsk sound. “That’ll cost you, babe.”

“Cost me what? Don’t you want me, Shades?” She writhed again and watched as his control practically snapped in front of her eyes. He kicked his jeans off and crawled up between her legs. His mouth trailed soft kissed up the inside of her thigh, and she felt the soft brush of his beard. He had a hand planted in the bed on either side of her hips. She ran her eyes up his muscled forearms to his biceps to his strong shoulders. His head came down to press a kiss to her smooth belly, again his soft beard brushing erotically against her skin. She sucked in a breath, her belly jerking, and his eyes lifted to hers. His mouth was still just an inch off her skin. She watched a smile pull at the corners.

“Still ticklish, I see.”

“I want to touch you,” she half begged, her hands still on the spindles.

“Looked more like you wanted to touch you.” He grinned.

“Maybe I was just trying to stir you up.”

“You tryin’ to rattle my cage? You got me.” He dipped his head and gave her another brush of his lips. Then he rose up. “Still gonna cost you, baby.”

He slid down, and his mouth found her. Just barely a touch at first, just enough to have her writhing on the bed as he kept at her. One big warm palm came down on her belly holding her down, holding her still while he continued to work her with his mouth and his tongue. Her thighs were pinned wide under his biceps, holding her just where he wanted her, open to him as he tortured her with his mouth until she didn’t think she could take anymore. Then he added his hand, his thumb brushing over her, making her back arch under him.

“Yes. Yes, more.”

“Gonna make you squirm and beg for it now, pretty girl.”

And true to his word, he kept at her for a long time until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Please, Shades. Please.”

And then he gave it to her, and her head fell back, her neck arching and she came all over him.