Full Contact (Redemption #3)(54)
“Anything you want, you can have from me.” Ray’s arms shake as he eases me down a little more and he slides to the edge of the bench, until my feet are on the floor. “Take it. Take what you need.”
So I do. With one downward thrust, I take him all in, as far as he will go, watching his thick, ridged cock sliding between my folds, flushed and wet in the mirror. And then I ease up and slam down again. But it isn’t nearly enough. Not enough force. Not enough pressure. And I am too free. Unrestrained. Untethered.
I take him one more time, sliding over his thick shaft, and a groan rips from my throat as the sharp movements jerk my piercing, setting off a cascade of lightning bolts that sizzle straight to my clit.
“I can’t do this anymore.” I pant my words. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” He toys with my piercing and my * tightens around him. “The way this makes you feel…I should make you feel. Only me.” He tugs on the ring in my nipple and growls when my nipple peaks. “You don’t need these, Sia. I can make you feel more than they ever will.”
He slides his free hand up to my neck and closes his hand around my throat with a gentle, unyielding pressure, forcing my head back against his chest as he rocks inside me.
Arousal crashes over me in a thunderous wave. I am possessed. Controlled. Dominated by the subtle threat of his hand and the rhythmic thrust of his cock.
“Hands behind you, around my neck. Clasp them together and don’t let go. Open yourself to me.”
Drunk with lust, I do as he asks. Although I have never been so exposed, I feel no fear. His hand on my throat makes me feel perversely safe. As I watch in the mirror, his dark fingers splayed across my throat, the careful way he watches my reaction, his strong body supporting mine, I am struck by the intense beauty of the moment. Dark and light intertwined. We are the yin and yang on his fight shorts, now abandoned in the corner.
Ray slides his free hand over my hips and strokes his finger gently over my clit, over and over, his touch as light as a butterfly wing until I can think of nothing but the relentless build of pressure in my core.
With his hand still around my throat, he tilts my head back and kisses me, a full open-mouthed kiss as he drags me down onto his cock for another thrust. Before I can catch my breath, he pinches my clit. My body tenses, then convulses. I squeeze my eyes shut as moisture floods my sex and the orgasm thunders over me. With a breath, I scream into Ray’s mouth.
He gives me only a minute to come down before he lifts me and helps me turn to face him, his cock sliding easily back into my wet *.
“You didn’t do so well last time, when you couldn’t see me behind you,” he says softly by way of explanation when I protest the change of position. “And I like to watch you come.”
His hips rock on the bench and his cock thrusts deep. My arousal builds quickly again, relentlessly, until I am panting and moaning, my arms wrapped around his neck as I near my peak.
Hands on my hips, Ray lifts me up and hammers me down, angling me so my piercing thuds against him with every stroke, making my clit throb and ache. This time I know what he wants. This time he doesn’t have to tell me what he needs. My Predator likes pain, and after what he told me about his wife, I think I know why. Guilt is a hard master.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I scrape my nails down his back as hard as I can. Ray gives a strangled yell and slams me down, pumping deep inside me, the jolt on my piercing all I need to be swept up in another wave of pleasure. He tenses and climaxes with me, his shaft thickening and throbbing against my inner walls.
But this time when I come down, his arms are tight around me, his body is warm against me, and my face is nestled in the crook of his neck, where I can feel his pulse beating steady against my skin.
“Never had sex in a men’s changing room before.” I breathe in his rich, masculine scent of sex and body wash. “You sure know how to treat a girl right.”
Ray chuckles and brushes a kiss over my forehead. “The shower is next. And maybe if you’re good, I’ll do you over the table.”
“Does that mean my Ray is back?”
“It means you’d better not have any plans for the rest of the night.”
But what about the night, the day, the week, and the month after that?
Chapter 15
Show me what else those sweet lips can do
“I’ve got a request for a full ass piece on my voice mail.” Rose looks over at Christos, Duncan, and I as we drool over the latest gadget Torment has procured for us, a Cheyenne Hawk Thunder. The new gun mimics the feel of a pen with the grip and needles in a disposable cartridge and is perfect for the 3-D designs people have been requesting.
Christos shakes his head. “I’m no good with ass work unless it’s a girl’s ass. And we had a bad gig last night. I’m feeling delicate.”
“Sia?” Rose raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow and I glare. She knows I hate ass work.
“I’ve got an ass today, thanks. And I’m surprised you forgot. I thought you and Doctor Death had lunch the other day.”
Rose turns three shades of red. “Actually, we skipped the lunch part.”
“Rose! You dog. A lunchtime quickie. Never thought you had it in you.” Duncan chortles, but his smile fades when he catches Christos’s scowl. “Come on, Chris. Aren’t you happy for Rose? She’s had a dry spell of what…two months?”