Beyond Control(23)

"Please," she whispered, writhing against his hand. "Can I--holy f*ck, please. Please let me come--"

"Who gets to decide, Lexie?"

"You." She squeezed her eyes shut as her breath tangled on a sob. "You do, you decide."

"That's right." His fingers crooked, working her G-spot, shoving her toward oblivion. Testing her. "Why, honey? Tell me why."

She barely had the wits to answer, and her voice sounded far away and strained. "Because I'm yours."

"You're mine," he agreed. So warm, so approving. His voice wrapped around her as his thumb settled on her clit, the perfect, piercing counterpoint. "So come for me."

Lex tensed, and her eyes snapped open. How did he do it, have her body responding to the words as if triggered for exactly that? Her arms were going numb, her muscles were cramping, and she didn't give a flying f*ck. All that mattered was his hand, his fingers, and the sheer, overwhelming ecstasy flooding her.

"Just like that, love." He dragged her through her climax with relentless stroking and his thumb working in circles that wouldn't stop. "Feels so good to let go, doesn't it?"

Good didn't describe the torturous pleasure. "Dallas--" Her voice shuddered, broke.

"Want something, honey?"

So satisfied. So smug. "Fuck you," she panted.

Laughing, Dallas pulled his fingers free of her body. "Not unless you ask nicely." He traced his slick fingertips over her nipple. Before she could respond, he bent to capture the stiff peak between his lips, sucking the taste of her from her skin with an appreciative rumble.

She'd given him so much, and still he wanted more. Everything. "I won't ask."

"You will." Rough hands closed around her shoulders without warning. She barely had time to smack his arm with one numb hand before he dragged her from the bed and flipped her to her stomach.

The edge of the mattress bit into her abdomen as he braced his thighs on either side of hers and pinned her in place. Lex struck at him, but he caught her arms and held them tight. "You will," he echoed, "but maybe not tonight."

He'd f*ck her like this, pinned down and protesting.

He'd do it.

The thought shuddered through her, echoing in rhythmic pulses of hunger that left her wetter than ever, her * swollen and her upper thighs slick. "No." Another pulse as she breathed the denial. The plea. "Don't."

Dallas gripped both wrists in one hand. The other trailed up her spine as he ground his leather-encased cock against her ass. "I know this is the game you want to play, but that's not how it works, honey. You don't get to skip straight to this. You're not ready."

She had to bite her lip to hold back a cry of sheer frustration. He not only craved her submission to his touch, he had to define exactly how she gave it to him--and her clumsy offerings always seemed to be wrong. "Then can I get up now?"

"No." He stroked her back. "I want to f*ck you, just like this. I wanna hold you down and ride you so damn deep we're both screaming for mercy. You don't have to beg. You don't even have to ask, not tonight. But you have to tell me you want it, because you're not the only one who isn't ready for that game."

The hint of vulnerability in his words melted her resistance. "How can you still wonder? I want you. I always want you--I always have."

The backs of his fingers grazed her ass as he jerked at his pants, and she knew she'd won. Maybe more than one battle, judging from the rough way he pushed her feet wide and repositioned himself between her thighs.

"Someday." He guided her arms down to her sides and folded her fingers around the edge of the mattress. She had no warning before his fingers twisted into her, driving a cry from her throat, pushing deep as his thumb teased between her ass cheeks. "Someday, we'll play your game, Lexie. Right out to the edge and over it. That's a promise."

A promise, and Declan O'Kane never went back on his word.

Lex gripped the mattress. "I need you with me this time."

He pumped his fingers lazily--once, twice--only to withdraw them and trace one slick fingertip up to push against her ass. "You'll get my cock as soon as I decide where I want to put it."

She hissed in a breath. "Anywhere."

"That's what I like to hear," he whispered as the blunt head of his cock prodded her *. One long rock took him inside, thick and hard and stretching her inner muscles, and he groaned and wrapped both hands around her shoulders. "You'll let me f*ck you any goddamn way I want, won't you?"

Lex couldn't answer, not with Dallas walking the edge of her darkest fantasies. She tried, went so far as to open her mouth, but all that emerged was a pleading whimper. In response, he tightened his grip on her shoulders, holding her in place for a single hard thrust--rough, claiming.

Fire.

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she tried to center herself, but Dallas stripped it all away with another deep drive of his hips. Fast, faster than her racing heart.

Exactly what she wanted.

His satisfied groans rose behind her, raw animal sounds that prickled over her skin and punctuated his speeding thrusts. He cracked his open palm across her ass with his next advance and growled. "Up on your elbows," he commanded, pulling back on one shoulder to lift her upper body. "I want to watch your tits bounce in those ridiculous f*cking mirrors."

He wanted her to watch, to see the quick slam of his cock into her *. To watch him take her.

She arched her back and gave it to him--but not too easy. "Motherf*cker." Reaching up, she slipped her fingers into his hair and pulled. Hard.

Dallas just laughed and f*cked her faster. Oh, he liked the hint of pain, almost as much as he liked the control.

And he had it. He shifted her hips with one hand, guiding her back into a deeper arch. He always knew just how to f*ck her with his fingers--when to hold off and when to drive her higher--but this was different. Possessive. Desperate.

Fierce.

When she found his reflection in the mirror, the truth hit her as hard as his next thrust. He was wild, his lips parted in a needy snarl, his eyes narrowed and dark, so dark. Every inch of control he gained over her stripped away a layer of the control he had over himself.

Give and take. Not about bodies, or even the breathless ecstasy lighting her up from the inside out. Suddenly, it made sense, and she knew what he really needed.

Every thrust bordered on pain now, grinding her against the bed. She could barely speak, but she managed to hold his gaze in the mirror and let him see her truth. "You have me," she rasped. "I'm yours."

He shuddered, his fingers digging bruises into her skin. "Come for me. Come all over me."

Her head hit his shoulder. She couldn't stop shaking, but there was something, something-- "Harder."

"No." One hand caged her throat as he slammed into her with a grunt. "Just like this." Another thrust, angled just right and riding the sharp edge of too much. "Just hard enough."

His hand tightened a little, and Lex shuddered. She gripped his wrist, her nails digging in to his skin. "More."

"Filthy girl." His lips crushed against her ear, teeth scraping her lobe as he carefully, oh-so-slowly tightened his fingers. "You want it rough and raw," he rasped in a low whisper. "I'll give you that, love. I'll give you the f*cking world."

Yes. The world he spoke of, beautiful and bright, spun around her in dizzying, white-hot circles. The pressure of Dallas's hand collided with the pressure building inside her--until it all exploded in a blinding, choking rush. And this time he was there, riding her ecstasy, his obscene torrent of words reduced to a guttural snarl of her name as he came inside her.

Her knees wouldn't hold her. As soon as the hand around her throat eased, Lex stumbled. Dallas caught her and swung her up onto the bed, though he didn't seem particularly steady, either.

It didn't stop him from pushing her hair back from her face and brushing a soft kiss to her lips. "You with me, darling?"

Her tongue felt thick, useless, but she managed a slow nod.

"Good. I'll be right back."

The mattress shifted, Lex opened her eyes and watched the low light gild the hard, muscled lines of his Dallas's body as he stripped off his clothes. "The lamps should have voice controls."

"Damn waste of resources," he grumbled, but she noticed he still took advantage of it, sliding into bed beside her before ordering the lights to a bare glow.

His warmth bolstered the soft haze of pleasure that still blurred the world around its edges, and Lex curled up in his arms. "The big meeting's tomorrow?"

"Mmm. A few hours of backbiting and arguing while everyone circles like stray dogs. And, if we're really lucky, maybe an assassination attempt by lunch."

She might have laughed--if it hadn't been so terribly likely. "Watch yourself, okay?"