Dream Chaser (Dream Team, #2)(81)

“Ride,” he growled.

I rode.

And rode.

I did it wild.

And Boone watched.

Me. My body. My face. My sex lifting away and then accepting the invasion of his.

I was close.

Oh God, he was going to let me take myself there.

My head fell back.

He yanked me off his cock.

No! I did not scream.

Then I was face and belly down on his couch, legs straight, and he was straddling me.

With one hand, he took hold of my bound wrists.

With the other, he guided his cock in the tight wet between my pressed-together legs.

Then he thrust deep.

It was slow, it was rhythmic, it was so spectacular, I was pretty sure I fell into a trance.

And then he started yanking back on my wrists as his cock started pounding inside.

Oh yeah.

The other was really good.

But this was so much better.

“You’re gonna come with just my cock, Kathryn.”

Oh yeah, I was.

“Do it now,” he commanded.

My head jerked back, and I let it go.

I was gasping, mewing, still getting fucked, still coming, when he pulled out again, shoved my legs open, went back in, but did it covering me, his face in my neck, a forearm in the couch, the other hand he shoved under me.

He went after my clit.

Too much.

“Boone.”

“Again,” he growled, rolling my clit and fucking my pussy.

Try as I might, I was not a multiple-orgasm or a quick-recovery-then-another-orgasm person.

Until then.

His grunts in my ear, his cock, his finger, my hands bound.

My head went back and hit his shoulder as my next orgasm rolled through me.

“Yeah, Kathryn,” he rumbled. “Keep coming.”

I did, trembling beneath him, my eyes closed, my lips parted in a silent cry, my body racked with pleasure.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah,” he grunted.

Then he shoved his hand between us, feeling him fucking me in another way, and he groaned into my neck as he came inside me, still pounding, I was still coming, doing it knowing with no doubt this man was my goddamned fucking everything.

I knew how big it was for him (and I was really freaking pleased about giving him that) when his hips jerked uncontrollably against mine when his orgasm started waning.

He did not glide this time when it was over.

He seated himself deep and sank his teeth into my skin where my neck met my shoulder.

Marked.

Nice.

Then he took his forearm out of the couch and he gave me his weight.

And he meant to give me his weight.

He used that hand to pull my hair to one side where he growled in my ear, “Yeah. She can take a good,” he tensed between my legs and I gasped a small, happy gasp, “solid,” he did it again, so did I, “fucking.”

He pulled out suddenly, and I mewed in disappointment when he did.

But then he untied my wrists.

I’d learn immediately that didn’t mean we were done.

He leaned over me, slid the scarf under my cheek on the couch, and tied it around my neck.

Oh man.

I shivered.

He tied it in such a way, one end was long, I felt it as he ran it in an unbearably tender way down my back.

This meant Boone had just collared me in a damned sexy way.

And leashed me.

Dear God, he was good.

Boone then rolled me to my back, settled his weight on me, and looked in my eyes.

“We’re not done, Kathryn.”

“Goodie,” I forced out, still not quite recovered.

His eyes charged. “My sweet little fuck likes to fuck.”

“Uh, yeah,” I replied.

“Get your ass to my bed, baby, and it’s good you don’t gotta work tomorrow, because I’m gonna fuck you ’til you can’t move.”

“I think you already accomplished that. I’m not sure I can make it to your bed.”

“Suggestion?” he asked.

I nodded.

He dipped his face closer and I saw his eyes flash.

Okay.

My Dom was in the mood to dom.

Oh yeah.

“Try.”

After delivering that order, he rolled to my side, his back against the back of his couch.

And I got my ass to his bed.

*



Boone pulled my prone body on top of his.

Well, my chest to his chest, my legs were off to his side.

And in that position, my head fell to his shoulder, my lips close to his throat.

“You all fucked out, Rynnie?” he asked, sounding amused, sounding replete, sounding cocky as fuck, which was hot as all hell.

One could say I was all fucked out because honest to God, I could not move.

And that was all good.

“Yep,” I mumbled.

He cupped one cheek of my ass in one hand, the other, he started to draw patterns on.

“You’re gonna sleep in my collar.”

Nice.

“Okay.” I was still mumbling.

“Okay,” he murmured, turned his head and kissed my neck where my scarf still was. “Straddle my thigh.”

It was a Herculean effort, but I managed shifting my leg a couple of inches so it fell between his and I was straddling his thigh.