Make Me (Broke and Beautiful #3)(34)

“You’ve done it now.” He jerked one of the ties, making the material tighten around her wrists. “I might have been able to handle it, too. Go forever just letting you tease me. So long as I could look at you, talk to you, watch you sleep. Now I hurt everywhere. It’s everywhere, and it’ll never go away.”

“I’ll fix it.” Logic didn’t apply to this conversation, only intuition. A unique communication that only flowed between her and Russell. “Show me how.”

Finished with the task of securing her hands, Russell’s touch found his erection again and gripped the base. “Fucking hell, Abby. Look at you. I’m done being noble.” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, let it go with a slow pop. “The ache is down low. If you want to fix it, get on your knees and go find it.”

As if her strings had been cut, Abby dropped to her knees, thrusting out her breasts for him to look at. A rush of excitement and power suffocated any remaining nerves. This was her secret fantasy come to life . . . and she could admit now that Russell’s face had always been obscured in those daydreams. But she’d known it would be him. She’d known.

He eased closer, held the tip of his arousal just above her mouth. “What do I want to hear?”

“I’m sorry for teasing you,” she whispered.

His left hand threaded its way into her hair, the action uneven and desperate. “You know there’s absolutely nothing you could do that would be wrong, don’t you?” Biting his lip, he ran the smooth head across the seam of her lips. “You could lap at it like a kitten, and I’d come like the dirty motherf*cker I am.”

Okay. Abby hadn’t lived with two sex-crazed roommates for half a year without hearing a few things. She knew how to give head even if she hadn’t physically performed the act. Deep. Deeper. All of it. Please. She’d heard those very words being growled through closed doors in the apartment when she shouldn’t have been listening beyond the initial groan. But those frantic instructions had clued her in on the right way to please a man. And she planned on doing it right the first time.

Abby rubbed her cheek against Russell’s grip. When even that simple action almost buckled his knees, liquid warmth gathered between her thighs. A beating started all over her body. A simultaneous, rhythmic pumping of blood. Unable to wait another second, Abby pushed forward on her knees, took Russell between her lips, and sucked the thick, round head. Inched lower with an easy glide. Then descended as far as she could take him.

“Abby.” The hand in her hair turned to a fist. “Goddamn. That mouth isn’t a tease, is it? Wants to satisfy me. Good. Good little mouth.”

Knowing her mouth had fostered that reaction, those rasped words, sent her slipping into a place of blurred reality. The harder he pulled the strands of her hair, the more pronounced the tug in her belly became, forcing Abby to rub her thighs together, seeking friction. Oh God, was it possible to have an orgasm from hearing a man moan your name? Not just any man. Russell.

“I kept it for you, Abby. All for you.” His hand started to stroke in time with Abby’s mouth and impossibly, his erection thickened even more. The added girth only made her more determined to take him deeper. So she did, forcing her throat to relax and allow him entry. “Ahhh, f*ck. You making up for lost time, angel? All that teasing you did?” He slipped deeper and let out a low growl. “Damn right, you are. It was worth the pain, wasn’t it? Worth it to see your cheeks hollowing out, feel that purr at the back of your throat. I’m going to love sexing up that virgin mouth.”

His voice cracked on the final word, his hard length jerking in her mouth. She had no time to prepare as Russell pulled out, dropped to the floor, and spun her around. After what happened in his house that afternoon during the week, she expected him to release on her backside, but he didn’t. Instead, one strong arm banded around her shoulders and yanked her backwards, into a prone position, so she lay on top of him, with her back to his chest, tied hands flattened between their bodies.

“R-Russell—”

“Open your legs,” he grated.

Her body moved to obey his command, heels digging into the floor on either side of him. She felt his forearm flexing beneath her right thigh as it moved between his legs, working the erection she’d so recently pleasured with her mouth. Up and down in a blurred motion until liquid warmth landed on her belly, lower. Beneath her, she could feel Russell’s muscles bulging against her back and bottom, his breaths catching and rasping at her ear.

“You sucked it so good, Abby. Made me come so f*cking hard. All over you.” His hips bucked beneath hers. “Let anyone but me see your body? I can’t. I can’t.”

“Okay . . . it’s okay,” she gasped, attempting to catch her breath. She never got the chance. Russell’s fingers delved between her thighs, using the moisture from his own body to coat her center, make her slippery. Abby’s back arched on a muffled scream, the sensation of coarse touching smooth blowing her mind. She’d been so focused on Russell’s pleasure, she’d lost sight of her own needs, but they wouldn’t be ignored now. Her feet scraped on the floor as two rough fingers became her entire universe. They circled her clitoris, pressed and held, slid down the sides and pinched, circled again. Faster.

Abby’s body writhed on top of Russell’s stronger, more powerful one, but the arm banding her shoulders only tightened to keep her still.