First Debt (Indebted #2)(75)

Slamming my hand on her sternum, I pressed her against the mattress and scooted down her body. Every inch I travelled, I nipped and sucked—her nipple, every rib to her naval.

“Jethro…” she panted, her hands once again diving into my hair. My heart did weird things when she held me like that—her fingernails digging into my scalp, her barely restrained lust causing pinpricks of pain that felt better than any pleasure.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Ms. Weaver. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

“I won’t. I won’t beg. You’ll break before me.”

I laughed softly, rimming her belly button with the tip of my tongue. “Are you so sure about that?”

She’s right.

My cock hadn’t stopped throbbing, and the sticky wetness at the top told me I’d been unsuccessful in stopping my need.

She yanked on my hair, trying to pull me up. Biting her flat stomach, I caught her wrists and pinned them against the mattress. “No more touching, Ms. Weaver. Remember that control I mentioned? Well, I need it.” Blowing air on her *, which was mouth level and glistening, I murmured, “You have the tightest, wettest, greediest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure to taste. And I plan on dining again. Take your time and decide if it’s beneath you to beg.”

“Bastard,” she growled, fighting my hold on her wrists.

“I’m the bastard?” I positioned myself, swiping my wet tongue along her slit. Her back bowed as her breath caught. “I’m the bastard for wanting to give you pleasure instead of pain?”

Stop that.

I hadn’t meant to say that. Another slip. Another f*cking dangerous slip.

Nila didn’t notice as I tongued her again, diving below and dipping quickly and intrusively inside her.

“Ah!”

A violent shiver of lust commandeered my muscles. My ears roared with the need to forget about taunting her and f*ck her dirty and wrong.

“Jethro…please…”

“Almost a beg, Ms. Weaver.” Without pause, I buried my face in her *.

She tried to move, but I kept my fingers locked around her wrists and gave her no room to move as I f*cked her with my tongue.

I looked up, following the delicious contours of her stomach. She glared down at me, her eyes full of black flames.

I smiled, licking her harder.

“I won’t do it.”

I didn’t reply, only sucked her clit into my mouth.

She spasmed, shuddering uncontrollably.

“It all ends with one little word, Ms. Weaver.”

“I won’t. Not until you call me Nila.”

My tongue drove into her tight *; her muscles clenched viciously around me.

“How about a tr—truce?” Her voice strained as her legs stiffened, toes curling.

“A truce?”

“Two winners.”

I breathed hot, drenching her inner thighs with everything boiling inside me. “Fine.”

“You go first.”

I chuckled, so turned on with need, I rapidly lost the skill for conversation. “No chance. Beg.” I pressed my mouth and nose hard against her, inhaling deeply until my lungs were soaked with her smell.

“Jethro!”

My heart raced. My breathing made every word clipped and breathless. “Say it—put us both out of our misery.”

Her head twisted to the side, pressing her cheek against the sheets.

“Do it and I’ll do what you want. I’ll use your name. I’ll climb on top of you. I’ll spread your legs and drive my cock so deep and fast inside, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

We both groaned at the mental image. Fuck, she better beg. Otherwise, she would win another round. I was two seconds away from taking her.

My impressive self-control—the same restraint that had protected me all my life—had disappeared.

Her hips churned as I dragged my tongue through her quivering *. “Beg, Ms. Weaver. Beg.” Her velvet skin against my tongue sent all thoughts of family and consequences far into the stratosphere.

I sucked her clit again, my ears straining for her to give in to me, but still she resisted.

I stuck my tongue deep, driving her toward an orgasm. Her cunt convulsed, milking my shallow penetration.

I groaned. Sweat ran down my temples, and my back ached from tension. My hips rocked against the mattress, driving my cock into the surface, seeking relief from the quaking pleasure-pain.

“Beg, damn you!” I hissed against her clit. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Use my name and I will.”

Fuck, we wouldn’t get anywhere. We were both too strong. Too damn stubborn.

Panting hard, I looked up into her blazing eyes, glassy and intoxicated with desire. “Together.” It was the first time I’d conceded a truce. I didn’t like it, but if it got me inside her, so be it.

Nila froze, her mouth falling wide. Finally, she nodded. “Together.”

Pressing a kiss onto her *, I climbed her body and settled between her legs. Locking my fingers in her hair, I held her firm with nowhere to go. My cock twitched, resting against her entrance, imploring to slide inside.

Our hearts matched with racing beats, our breathing just as threadbare and frayed.

Her lips moved; sound spilled. “I’m begging you to f*ck me, Jethro Hawk.”