Beyond Control(45)

She turned her head, her brow furrowed, and pressed her cheek to the bed. "Not even close, honey."

He worked his fingers faster, dragging a moan from her as her ass finally yielded to the mix of pleasure and pressure. The plug slipped in, and the jewel nestled tight between her ass cheeks. He couldn't stop himself from slapping her hip just to watch her clench. "You're never afraid of me. No matter how much I demand from you. No matter how crazy I get."

Her gaze locked with his as a shudder took her. "I'll always want more of you, Declan."

His final prize from the cabinet lay a few feet from her knee, and he caught the end loop with one finger and lifted it to dangle in front of her. Three smooth, silver balls dangled from the thin silicone casing that connected them, each swaying in odd counterpoint to the smaller round weight trapped inside.

They were large enough that two would have teased her plenty, even without the plug, and she knew it. So he let them dangle there as he stroked her clit too lightly to do anything but keep her on edge. "I want you to take all three of them."

Lex groaned, long and low. "Please."

"That's my girl." He gave her clit one final slap, unable to resist the sound she made or the way her hips jerked. She was so wet he probably didn't need more lube, but he used it anyway before pushing the first ball into her *. Dark satisfaction filled him as he watched her body take it, as he watched her writhe and listened to her moan. As he gently pushed the second into place.

He could do anything to her, anything, and she'd let him. Maybe even love it, as long as it got him off. It was ridiculous. It was humbling.

It was the hottest f*cking realization of his life.

He stroked her trembling thighs and slid the final ball into place, pushing it deep with one finger and shuddering as she cried out. "My dirty, perfect girl. So good."

She shifted her hips, just a little, and stopped short with a strangled cry. "Fuck."

"That's the idea, love." He gave her one last soothing stroke and circled the bed to stand opposite her. A vast expanse of mattress separated them, at least five feet, but it gave him a lovely view of her flushed face and wild hair and her ass still in the air.

Beautiful. Beautiful, and his. Wetting his lips, he finally gave himself permission to curl a hand around his aching cock and stroke it. "Tell me how you feel."

She watched his hand, her own tongue darting out to lick her lower lip, as if she could taste him already. "I feel full," she whispered as she started across the space between them on her hands and knees. "Every time I move, something shifts inside me. Like when Jas and Noelle were f*cking me with their fingers."

"You liked that, did you? Are you the one putting all those ideas in her head?" He licked his palm and gripped his shaft again, already imagining himself between Lex's lips. Soon, so soon. "Jasper f*cking your * and me taking your ass? Or was it the other way around?"

"Does it matter?" She arched her back, bending her upper body low to the bed with another sharp inhalation.

Not really, but watching her like this made it clear that something else did. There was no hesitation in her body now, no self-consciousness. He shouldn't have demanded her submission in front of the people she helped lead. No wonder he'd been viciously jealous, and protective on top of it. This sweet vulnerability was his, not to be shared or showed off, but to be savored in privacy.

He'd show her what mattered. "Crawl to me."

Lex smiled slowly. "Or what?"

He braced both hands on the mattress. "Or I'll drag you over here and spank your ass until you're so wrung out from all the orgasms that you can't do anything but whimper while I f*ck you."

That got her going. She bit her lip and eased across the bed. "Where could you possibly f*ck me? I'm all filled up."

Breathless, gleeful words, and he laughed as he reached out to free her lower lip from the sharp edge of her teeth, only to replace the pressure with his thumb. "You will be," he agreed, making his voice as low and dangerous as hers was light and innocent. "You'll be so full when I'm f*cking this sweet mouth."

"There's nothing you can't give me." Acknowledgment. Confession. "I figured that out a long time ago."

"Nothing I won't give you." He took his time wrapping the wild strands of her hair around his hands, letting her savor the slow slide from gentle to brutal as his grip tightened and he tilted her head up. "Tonight was the last time. I'll never ask for submission in front of anyone else again. You're my queen. They can crawl on their hands and knees and beg for the chance to f*ck you, and we'll decide if they deserve the honor. But no one else sees you like this. This is just for me."

Her eyes sparked, warm and inviting. "Dallas..."

He knew that look. She wanted his cock, and he wanted to give it to her. Was dying to give it to her, as rough and uncontrolled as even she could hope for. "Open your mouth."

Lex curled her fingers around the edge of the bed, wiggled her ass one more time, and parted her lips. He gave himself a few blissful seconds to admire her, from her hungry eyes and flushed cheeks to the swollen lushness of her lips and the pink flash of her tongue. Visual overload, but not half as stirring as the way she tugged against his grip in her hair, straining toward him.

So he gave her what she wanted, pressing into the heat of her mouth with a low groan. Heaven, especially when she wasted no time in teasing her tongue over the sensitive spot under the crown of his cock. But he only gave her a moment before dragging her head back. "Do you want to make me come?"

No hesitation. "Yes. I want all of you."

Another thrust. Deeper this time, taunting her with a hint of force, the first warning of his unraveling control. "If it's too much, slap my hip three times. Understood?"

She hummed around him and lifted a hand to his hip, but only to stroke the backs of her fingers lightly over his skin. It was permission and a plea rolled in one, so he did the only thing he could.

He let go.

Clutching her hair in his fists, he fixed her head in place and pushed deep with a satisfied groan, finally letting himself focus on the rough rasp of her tongue and the heat of her mouth. "Suck me. Show me how grateful you are to be so very, very full."

Her eyes drifted shut. Her free hand closed around the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking, but she didn't move her mouth, not beyond the gentle flutter of her tongue. Not that he'd have let her if she tried, but the fact that she didn't twisted lust around him, driving his hips forward until he bumped the back of her throat.

She wanted to be used, and he wanted to defile her--two needs that clicked together like puzzle pieces, turning unacceptable urges into something beautiful. A communion between outsiders, a moment of damn near spiritual understanding. Forget the hollow pomp and circumstance of Eden, this moment, feeling Lex's body vibrate with pleasure as he f*cked her throat--this was a religious experience.

Blasphemous, maybe, to compare a higher power to the delicious depravity of choking a woman with his cock.

Dallas didn't give a f*ck.

"Put your hands back on the bed," he growled, pulling back far enough to let her gasp in a breath. "And open your eyes. Look at me."

She obeyed, dropping her hands to twist into the bedspread. Her eyes were almost black now--stormy, burning with lust and affection and something that was more than either. More than both.

Holding her gaze, he pushed between her lips, pushed until she struggled to swallow him, pushed until her lips stretched wide around the base of his shaft and everything was tight, luscious heat and the sizzling knowledge that this wild, dangerous creature trusted him with her body, trusted him to take his pleasure but still leave her sated.

Too good. He wouldn't last long, but he didn't need to. He might not be twenty anymore, but the plans he had for her would have him hard enough to f*ck her one more time before the night was over. This was for both of them, one moment of fractured self-control, so he tightened his grip and let himself revel in it.

Let himself f*ck that perfect, willing mouth.

He pulled back to let her take another breath, but Lex leaned in, chasing him with a rough, hoarse moan. "Greedy bitch," he murmured affectionately as he thrust deep again, in and out, over and over, clutching the back of her head to hold her in place and dragging her back by the hair, just to enjoy the way she strained for his cock, begging with everything but words.

She couldn't use them, so he found enough for both of them. Fond and filthy, coarse compliments and lewd promises. He didn't have to think, only had to hold her gaze as each rough thrust brought him closer and closer, and the obscenities spilled, unbidden, from his lips. "That's right, take it all. Take my dick until you f*cking choke on it and beg for more. You want more, don't you? Want me to come in your mouth?"

She managed one short whimper and a quick, frantic nod. He indulged himself with one last moment enjoying the hot depths of her throat before hauling her head back and transferring his grip to the slender column of her throat. "Use your hands," he commanded, squeezing tight enough to give her a taste of danger without cutting off her breath. "Jerk me off on your tongue."