Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(36)
“Parker! I can’t,” she gasped, her eyes clenching and reopening as she tried to work through the vibration of sensual pleasure rolling over her body.
“You can, Rachel. You’re so much stronger than you think.” After another moment he shut off the vibration and stroked his hand over her flanks gently, soothingly. “See, you’re amazing and you don’t even realize it.”
Her head tipped back on her shoulders as she stared up at the plain white ceiling of his bedroom. In her peripheral vision she could see the rope binding her to the bed on either side of her, and she could feel him nearby, waiting for her to react.
“Why do you need this, Parker? I would make love to you willingly, why do you need me tied down.”
There was a pause and she heard his body hesitate before he stepped back up against her, using his palm to turn her head so she would meet his eyes. “I only need your trust, but I gain pleasure from your submission. Every time I bring you to the edge, I’m bringing myself there as well. I’m fighting the urge to shove my cock into your pu-ssy and give us both a quick release, but if I allow myself to give in, we won’t reach the heights we will reach if I maintain control. Now, you said you would try. What color are you, Rachel?”
His dark eyes held her captive, and she trembled in her bonds. Her legs were free from restraint, but they were weakening with every new thing he shared. She wanted to see where he would take her. She wanted to know how high she could climb before the fall. With a deep breath, she gave him a small smile. “I’m green, Sir. Do your worst.”
Fire flared in the depths of his eyes, and he captured her mouth in a violent kiss that clashed teeth and tongues into a battle of power. He pushed her, but she pushed back, refusing to cower until the vibration flared again deep inside of her cunt. Parker used one hand to gently tap on the base of the anal plug. Again and again he urged her up to the top, only to stop everything and allow her to fall back to the ground. The cycle would start again, sometimes with him spanking her, or pinching her clit, or plunging the anal plug in and out of her ass. It was amazing how much her body was able to take, before she broke. The climax was unexpected and overwhelming. She couldn’t even scream because her body was so swallowed up into the sensations.
When she finally sagged against him, her shoulders ached from the pull of the ropes, and her knees weren’t strong enough to hold her any longer. Heart racing, and panting for air, she whimpered when he released the ropes and scooped her into his arms.
Moving her to the bed, he laid her down gently, and adjusted her so he fit between her thighs against her spasming pu-ssy. She could feel the sticky wetness of pre-cum on her thigh where his cock pressed against her, and she wiggled trying to signal her desire to have him inside of her.
“No. I say when we continue, Rachel. Lie still while I taste you.” His head dipped between her legs before she could respond, and she screamed when his tongue coasted over her clit.
His breath was hot against her swollen labia as he panted his own desire, “What color are you, Rachel?”
It took her a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but she finally managed to gasp out, “Green, Sir, green, green, green…”
Like a mantra, she said it until her brain couldn’t form the word anymore. Parker’s tongue was like a sexual weapon he used to find her most secret places and expose them. Her body clenched and tightened under his onslaught, but just when she thought she would have another orgasm, he pulled away and surged up onto his knees, thrusting underneath her hips and lifting them so her bottom half was draped over his lap, legs spread. Leaning forward, he held her wrists in one hand over her head, and pushed his cock into her pu-ssy.
The angle of their bodies meant he was pressing against her G-spot with every thrust, and she felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks. The fire inside of her was too big and too hot for her to control it, so she let it go. She gave it to him, submitting to his pounding body, and letting him steal her soul.
When he finally gave in to his own climax she screamed out his name, hearing it ringing in her ears long after her voice was spent. She was barely awake when Parker settled her under the covers on his bed, and left her for a moment to clean up. A warm cloth wiped away the stickiness of her own passion, before he spooned his large body behind her, wrapping her in a cocoon of warm man. She sighed with pleasure as his comfort soaked into her skin, right before sleep swallowed her.
Chapter Twelve
When the morning sun woke her up, Rachel found herself pinned between Sawyer and Hudson in Parker’s bed. She could feel Sawyer’s heart beating under her cheek, and Hudson’s warm breath tickling the tiny hairs on her neck. Amazingly she was very comfy spooning with the two of them.
A small stretch proved she had some unusually sore muscles, but the memories of how each muscle was used made the pain bearable. Her tentative movements seemed to rouse certain baser instincts in her men, as she felt Hudson’s cock twitch against her backside, and Sawyer’s slow breathing caught and held for a moment. His gorgeous brown eyes fluttered open and met hers almost instantly.
“Morning, baby,” he murmured in a rough sexy sleepy voice.
“Good morning. I’m sorry, I don’t even remember you two getting into the bed last night.” She shivered as Hudson pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, and his morning whiskers scratched her sensitive skin.