Off Base(43)

With the same finger, he found her clit and circled it softly. She writhed on the bed, dying as he teased and rolled that tight bundle of nerves.

“Cullen,” she begged.

“You’re going to have to say it, Huntley.”

She should have noticed something was off in his voice. That this wasn’t just hot-and-bothered Cullen, but Cullen on the edge of something dangerous. But she was too lost to the dark desire pumping through her to process. “Say w-what?”

“Say it,” he commanded, still stroking, but not exerting nearly enough pressure for her.

“H-harder.”

“Harder … what, Huntley?”

“Push harder!”

“Like this?” He pressed down, rolling the clit and then easing off again, treating her only to the softest touch.

She whimpered and bucked against his hand. He was deliberately denying her and it was killing her. That mouth of his kicked up at the corner again.

She growled in frustration and he chuckled lightly, the sound curling through her. “You’re going to have to talk. Tell me what you want, Huntley. Then maybe I’ll give you the mouth-f*ck you want.”

She moaned. “You’re torturing me.”

He settled his hands on either side of her thighs and loomed over her like a hungry beast, the sinews in his arms and shoulders flexing. His gaze tracked down her body to her thighs before shooting back up to her face. “We’re just getting started.”

His hands circled her ankles and yanked her back down on the mattress, sending her skirt up to her hips again. The roughness of the move, his quickness in which his big hands slid up from her ankles to her thighs, should have alarmed her. Instead, a hot thrill chugged through her veins. His strength and power and intensity excited her.

His face lowered between her thighs, his hands splaying her wide open for him. A moan spilled from her when his mouth latched onto her clit with single-minded precision. Her arms stretched out at her sides, seeking a handhold and fisting in his sheets. Ohmygodohmygod! She arched as he devoured her like she was his last meal.

He sucked her clit into his warm mouth, laving the sensitive bud, lapping it furiously, flaying her with his tongue. When his teeth scraped the button, her body shuddered. Her hands flew off the bed, grabbing his head, fingers delving into his cropped hair.

“Cullen!” She tugged on his head “What are you doing?” She didn’t know what was happening. She felt like she was coming apart at the seams.

“I’m making you come,” he purred against her sex. “No boy ever made this * tremble?”

She clutched his scalp, whimpering as his mouth found the entrance to her sex. He thrust his tongue inside. It only added to the torment. She needed him there. She cried out, bucking against his lips, begging for as much.

He lifted his face on a growl.

He crawled back up her body like a stalking predator, snatching both her wrists and pinning them to either side of her head. She lost herself in his dark gaze as his hard body flattened against her, his muscled arms stretched above her, holding her in place, his chest flat over hers, crushing her breasts.

“I’m going to make you come, Huntley.” His rock-hard erection settled against her throbbing core.

She gasped at the sensation. Even with his briefs on, she could make out the huge ridge of him. It felt impossible, like it couldn’t possibly fit.

But she hungered for it. Wanted it. Her legs lifted of their own volition and wrapped around his waist, welcoming him in. She began rocking and grinding against his cock in a simulation of sex.

“God,” he gasped, dropping his mouth to the crook of her neck. “You’re begging for a hard f*ck. How long has it been?”

“Too long,” she choked.

Was this it? Would her secret fantasy become a reality? Were they going to forget all the reasons why this couldn’t happen? She shook her head on the bed, lifting her hips. Please. Yes. It felt surreal. As though this were merely another fantasy and not something playing out in actuality.

She rotated her hips, moaning at the rub of his erection against that part of her where all sensation centered. This couldn’t only be to punish her. His cock was hard. He wanted her, too.

His briefs were damp from her, and she felt the head of him prod, so big and hard at her entrance. She thrust into him with a whimper, working her hips, hating that barrier, wishing it gone.

“God,” he gasped, thrusting and pushing his enormous erection into her, pinning her hands deeper into the mattress. “You want me naked, don’t you? I could be in you so fast, so deep. That’d finish you off, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes,” she choked, pleaded. That was what she wanted. He could do it. Take her. Fuck her. She couldn’t even think of anything else she wanted more.

“More,” she gasped, desperate for the pressure, something, anything, even the pop of his fingers against her over-sensitized nerves again.

She arched her spine, on the verge of tears. She still needed more. She lifted a hand, reaching for him, hoping to entice him inside her but he grabbed her hands and pushed them back on the mattress.

She gasped in pleasure at the feel of his heavy weight pressing her down on the bed. Her core was beneath his hard stomach. She would have preferred to feel his cock against her, but he didn’t seem willing to give her that.

“You don’t touch,” he commanded in a voice that sent shivers through her. She felt dominated and possessed in a way she never knew she even craved.