Beyond Control(42)

"It's his lucky day," Dallas rasped as he smoothed his hand around her throat and up into her hair. He nudged her head forward, until her lips brushed the tip of Mad's dick. "Because when he's buried halfway down your throat, you'll know I gave you that. I'll give you anything you need."

Anything. Lex clenched around the fingers inside her as she sucked Mad into her mouth.

He was so hard it had to ache, the head of his erection already slick and hot, and he groaned his pleasure at the first touch of her tongue. As if the sound had electrified her, Noelle redoubled her efforts, sending another bolt of sensation shooting through Lex.

The couch dipped as Ace settled on the couch opposite of Jas and Noelle, leaving Lex surrounded. His clever artist's fingers stroked the curve of her breast as Dallas tightened his grip in her hair and pushed her head forward. "This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" Ace asked softly. "Everyone tangled together. All getting off on each other, you getting off on all of them?"

They all belonged there, right alongside Lex. There wasn't a person in the room who didn't belong to Dallas. They wore his ink, fought for him, trusted him with their lives.

It hit her, really hit her, along with a dizzy rush of ecstasy. This fantasy, every last harsh, sweet moment, wasn't about her at all, but about him--her body for his pleasure, readied by those he trusted most. She'd known that, but not what it meant.

Her fantasies didn't mostly revolve around Dallas. They were Dallas, start to finish. Trust and belonging and a longing so razor-sharp it could carve you into a million pieces and leave you begging for more.

Love.

She moaned around Mad's cock as her shaking intensified, driven by the hard thrusts and soft caresses and possession. They were touching her everywhere, inside and out. Completely focused on her release, on an orgasm that finally seized her in its grip and twisted, wrenching a muffled scream from her throat.

Dallas moaned, as rough and desperate as the hand in her hair, and then his mouth was on the nape of her neck, teeth closing tight. "That's right, love. You're almost ready for me. Keep squirming. Keep coming."

She already couldn't separate the rise and fall of pleasure. Her vision blurred, and she clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms. Distantly, she realized Mad had pulled away and Jas and Noelle's fingers were gone, but Dallas was still stroking her, still whispering filthy promises against her skin.

He gave her no chance to recover. She sobbed in a breath as Dallas released her wrists with two flicks of his thumbs, and then they were both moving, the room dipping dizzily as he rose and swung her up into his arms in the same graceful movement.

Lex hit the floor, carpet under her shoulders and one plush cushion under her hips. Dallas knelt between her thighs, sliding his belt free of the buckle.

Yes. Lex reached for him, but Mad caught her wrists in a firm grip. He guided them back to the floor above her head as Dallas jerked his belt loose, the leather rasping through each loop in turn. "What do you want, Lexie?"

She stared at him, at the flex and play of muscle beneath skin. "I want you."

"Damn right you do." He pulled open his jeans and spoke to Mad without releasing Lex's gaze. "Sharing time's over. Go make Noelle's night."

Not quite get your hands the f*ck off my woman, but the undertone was there, the dangerous edge that wasn't play at all. Dallas had gotten off on giving her what she wanted, but now he was ready to take what he needed.

She could struggle. He'd get off on that, too. But all she wanted was to open for him, body and soul.

She reached for him again, and he caught her hips and drove into her. Hard enough to hurt, and Lex bit her lip until it bled. "Don't stop--"

Another thrust cut her off. Rougher, almost violent. His fingers pressed bruises into her ass as he hoisted her hips higher. "Don't stop what? Don't stop f*cking you?"

She tried to nod but banged her head against the floor instead. He was already so deep, huge and stretching inside her, and then he stopped moving, just clutched her hips and shifted them in tiny rolling movements that taunted her with too little friction.

And his words... "You want my cock?" Another thrust, short and abrupt, but so much sharper because he hauled her hips to meet it, slapping their bodies together with a deliciously crude sound. "You want me to f*ck your *?"

Her ears were buzzing again. He could have made her come already, but he was holding back. Lex wrapped her hands around his wrists, digging her nails into his skin. "More. Fuck me hard."

"Quit giving orders." It took him forever to pull back, an eternity enduring the loss of him, and his return was almost as torturous. Deep, quick, but not hard at all. "What do you really want?"

"I want you."

"No." He lunged over her, hands splayed on either side of her head, pinning her hair, his body pressing down on hers with strength and heat. "You want whatever I wanna give you."

Lex caught her breath. He'd said he'd give her anything, the world...but she had to trust him to do it.

Did she?

Dallas's mouth descended on hers before she could decide. Hot, abrupt, teeth scraping her lips as his tongue plunged past them. A claiming kiss that turned gentle once she parted for him, turned lazy and warm, and he finished by licking her lower lip with a low groan. "When you admit it to yourself, you can admit it to me," he murmured.

And pulled away.

No. She reached blindly for him, only to have her hands brushed aside as he gripped her hips and flipped her onto her knees in one deft movement.

Pleasure jolted up her spine as he plunged two blunt fingers into her, but after two lazy pumps he slipped them down to rub her clit. "You wanted me to lose control, love. Didn't know what you were asking for, did you?"

Somehow, she found her voice. "You haven't lost it. Not yet."

He laughed. Laughed and bent over her, cupping her jaw with one hand to force her face up and back. "Oh yes, I have. We left your fantasy back at the couch, darling. This is mine. And in this one, you don't get f*cked because you want it. You get f*cked because I want to f*ck you, and you take it because you love everything I do to you."

His mouth was close enough to lick. To bite. Lex focused on his lower lip and licked her own. "I do love it. More when you stop playing. When you give in."

"Look at me, Lex. Am I playing?"

She met his gaze. It burned with unsated lust--and something more. "You sure the hell seem to think this is funny. Leaving me waiting on my knees."

His chest rumbled--a growl or a laugh, she wasn't even sure. He rocked his hips, sliding his shaft against her *. Taunting her. "I'm not the one keeping you waiting."

Frustrated, she twisted in his grasp. Only a few feet away, Noelle and Jasper were tangled together again, rocking together in a slow, intense grind. Ace and Mad were wrapped around them both, licking and stroking even as they touched each other.

But it was Noelle who drew her gaze again and again. The look of sheer, utter abandon on the woman's face made Lex's heart seize, and she found herself whispering, "I don't know what else to give you, Declan. I don't know how."

His touch gentled as his fingers drifted from her jaw up toward her hair. It took him forever to wrap his fist in the strands, but abruptly he pulled his hand tight, dragging her head up until her back bowed. "All right, Lexie love. I'll take it."

That was all the warning she got before he kneed her thighs apart and thrust into her. Her hands slipped, and her teeth clacked shut as her elbows banged to the floor. Even that pain couldn't detract from the pleasure, the pure, goddamned satisfaction of it.

Of being taken.

"This is it. What you won't ask for." He punctuated every sentence with another vicious thrust, driving home the last word hard enough to wring a choked noise from her. He kept moving, kept talking, his words twisting her almost as tight as the sensation of his cock stretching her. "No choices. No responsibility. No having to admit you like being owned."

Because she didn't. No one else had ever come close to giving her a reason to want it, but Dallas was a force of nature, beautiful and brutal. Unstoppable. Only for him could she ever imagine opening herself up so completely.

No, Lex hated the thought of being owned. For him, she'd do it anyway.

"You." Her nails scratched over the floor. "Just you."

"Just me." Between one thrust and the next he was over her, hands planted on either side of her shoulders, the hair on his chest tickling over her back as he f*cked into her with long, rough strokes. Over and over again, in her and on her, surrounding her and taking her, all accompanied by a never-ending string of beautiful obscenities.

She quivered in the scant moments between thrusts and cried out when he came back to her, each time harder than before. Each time with less control, more naked need. There was no room left for fighting, herself or him.