Echoes of Fire (The Mercury Pack #4)(48)
Tremors soon began to rack her body as her pussy clenched around his tongue. Taking pity on her, Bracken asked, “Do you want me to make you come now?” He swiped his tongue through her folds, scooping up all that cream, and she let out a long groan. He gave her thigh a sharp slap. “You didn’t answer me fast enough. Let’s try that again. Do you want me to make you come?”
“You know I do, you son of a—” She gasped as his palm slapped her clit.
“Yes or no?”
“Yes.” No sooner had Madisyn spoken than he gripped her ass and yanked her into him, burying his tongue deep in her pussy. She sucked in a huge gasp of air, close to sobbing in relief that he was finally going to give her what she needed. He pumped his tongue inside her, his fingers circling, flicking, and plucking at her clit. And she simply couldn’t take it.
She came loud and hard, head thrown back, spine arched, fingertips biting into his thighs, as wave after wave of pleasure fired through her quivering body. Utterly spent, she sagged against him, breaths sawing in and out of her dry throat.
Waiting for her to come down from her orgasm, Bracken idly danced the tips of his fingers over her swollen folds, tracing his signature. “You good?” He took her hum as a yes. “Sit on my cock, Madisyn,” he ordered. “Ride me.”
Opening her eyes, Madisyn met a gaze that glittered with sheer male satisfaction. His clever, sensuous mouth had kicked up into a wicked smile that got her hackles up. He looked far too pleased with himself. Well, he wasn’t the only one who knew a few tricks. Maybe it was time the cocky bastard learned that.
Straightening his legs, he stared at her expectantly. Instead of mounting him, Madisyn moved to kneel between his thighs.
“Baby, I told you to sit on my cock.”
“I heard you.” Madisyn shook her head when he reached for her. “I let you take the lead for a while. Now it’s my turn. Or don’t you want to come in my mouth?” His cock jerked, and she smiled. “Thought so.” Settling herself comfortably between his thighs, she fisted the base of his cock with one hand. “Don’t come yet.” She dipped her tongue in the slit at the head of his cock, licking up the drops of precum there.
Bracken swore. “Got a point to make, have you?”
Starting at the top-left side of his balls, she licked a W shape. “Oh yeah.” She sucked first on one ball and then the other. “You just lay back and relax.”
He’d expected her to do exactly as he’d done—spend time teasing him with light, easy touches on his less erogenous zones before finally turning her attention to his cock. He was wrong. She went straight for the kill. Her grip was perfect—firm, tight, and merciless—as she pumped his shaft with a slight twisting motion while her tongue expertly circled, licked, and lapped at the head. It wasn’t long, though, before she released his cock and cupped his balls, rolling them around in her hand while massaging his perineum with her finger.
She alternated over and over. One minute she was working his cock, humming and moaning as she sucked. The next she’d move onto his balls, and then she’d be back to his cock—only this time she’d concentrate solely on the head. She licked, sucked, stroked, nibbled, pumped, constantly changing her rhythm and speed so that he had no idea what to expect.
Palming the back of her head, Bracken watched through heavy-lidded eyes as, tilting her head, she licked and nibbled her way up one side of his cock. Her gaze flicked to his, dark with heat, and he felt that look in his balls. And then she deepthroated him. “Jesus, baby.” He sifted his fingers through her hair as she sucked hard. “You look so fucking hot right now. Eyes all glazed over, face flushed, cheeks hollowed, swollen lips wrapped tight around my cock.”
She swallowed around him, and Bracken spit out a harsh curse. He could feel the telling tingle in the base of his spine, knew he was close. “Make yourself come, Madisyn. I want you to come with me.” Her hand disappeared, and then she moaned loud around his cock. “Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it.”
Groaning, she frantically sucked, bopping her head up and down. Knowing what would throw her over the edge, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged. She hissed at the sharp pain, but then she was coming. Bracken pumped his hips, fucking her mouth in hard, feral digs. “Swallow it, Madisyn.” A blinding pleasure rushed through him from head to toe and seemed to shoot right out of his cock as he exploded into his mate’s mouth.
Totally sated, Bracken let his eyes drift shut. Panting, he lay there until he felt Madisyn collapse on the mattress beside him. Bracken blew out a breath. “Well . . . that told me, didn’t it?”
She chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it did.”
He rolled onto his side and kissed her shoulder. “I think we should begin all our Saturday mornings that way.” At her snort of amusement, he smiled. “Hey, every couple should have their own traditions.”
“Hmm,” she responded, still limp.
“What time does Jaime’s baby shower start?” he asked, referring to the Phoenix Pack’s Beta female.
“It’s not until three. Oh, and you’re not coming.”
He frowned. “Why not?”
“Because Jaime only invited the females.” The Beta was fed up with her mate fussing over her like she was an invalid, so she’d banned Dante and the other males from attending. As Madisyn was no fan of fuss, she totally understood.