Riskier Business (Crossing the Line 0.5)(5)

He groaned loudly, finally giving in to the urge to connect his fist to the wall. She knew what he needed, was giving him back his power. Fuck, he loved her. Tonight at Hildebrand’s, he’d struggled to balance himself. Meeting Ruby’s father, knowing instinctively his return could bruise their relationship, he’d played a game with Ruby. It had put him in the driver’s seat for a while longer. He should have known it wasn’t necessary. That she would see right through him.

She dragged her nails up his thighs, kissed his shuddering stomach, waiting for him to direct her. Her beauty never failed to mesmerize him, but her inner strength battered his heart. As always, her relinquishing that power shot straight to his head. Lust, already heady and thick, burned brighter until nothing existed but the two of them, surrounded by steam in their shower. The change spread through him. The transformation she’d taught him to welcome instead of dread. With a steady hand, he wrapped her thick black hair in his fist and tilted her face up.

“Mouth open. Eyes on me.”

Those beautiful red lips parted without hesitation. Only once did her gaze leave his, dropping to his heavy erection. Looking at it with a blatant hunger that sizzled through his nerve endings. When she groaned a little and shifted her hips as if impatient, his grip tightened in her hair until she gasped. Using his other hand, he guided himself to her mouth, but stopped an inch away.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

Her eyelids fluttered. “Very badly.”

Dragging the head of his cock across her parted lips, the movement deliberately slow, he spoke in a deeper, more commanding voice than just moments before. “I told you to think about sucking me today while you worked. Did you do as I asked?”

She nodded, whimpering in pleasure when he slipped himself partially into her mouth, let her lips suction around him, then withdrew despite her sound of protest. Most men would find this anticipation torture, but he craved it like a drug. The longer he waited for release, the harder it rocked him. If it didn’t torture his woman in the process, he would stand there and tease her mouth for hours, denying himself. Denying her. It was another reason he’d initiated the game tonight, to delay gratification, build the need. Now, however, he couldn’t hold out. He’d been lost at sea today and pleasure wouldn’t wait much longer.

“When you thought about having me in your mouth, did you want to touch yourself?”

A hitch in her breath caused his eyes to narrow. Needing to hear her answer, he withdrew from her lips, pulse pounding loudly in his ears. So painfully aroused that his legs felt strong and unsteady at the same time. “Did you touch yourself, Ruby?”

“Yes. I was alone at the workshop…when I thought of you, I couldn’t stop. I had to.”

His erection grew more stiff and demanding with every whispered word, the need for release nearly bringing him to his knees. Images of Ruby touching herself swam in his head, each more erotic than the last. He knew from experience that when she brought herself to orgasm with her own hand, her eyes went blind and her entire body shook. Not nearly as fiercely as when she climaxed around his cock, but incredibly hot to witness and impossible to forget.

Dying for just one second of relief, reeling from her confession, Troy pushed himself past her swollen lips and sank deep, right to the point he knew she could take him. “How does that taste, baby?”

She hummed in her throat, her mouth working him in long strokes. When she took him deep, deeper into her throat than she ever had before, he groaned at the ceiling and pulled out. Any longer and he’d come. A pleasure he wouldn’t allow himself until he’d seen to her needs. Still, he allowed her to lick at the tip while he satisfied his curiosity.

“When you came today, what were you thinking about? Was I filling your mouth?”

She paused in her ministrations, appearing to choose her words. “Yes. In the beginning.”

His fascination grew. “What happened in the end?”

Her eyes locked with his, darkened. “It always ends with you inside me.”

“That’s f*cking right,” he grated. “And in between?”

After a slight hesitation, she reached past him and returned holding the long-handled wooden back scrubber. Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, she ran a single finger down the smooth side of the object, then looked up at him, vulnerability and anticipation warring on her face. Troy’s stomach muscles tightened so swiftly, he groaned, nearly climaxing right then, she’d shocked and pleased him so thoroughly. He took the wooden scrubber from her hand. Based on her accelerated breathing, he knew his expression told her everything she needed to know. That she’d just sent him past the point of obsession.

“Turn around. Get on your knees and brace yourself against the wall with your hands.”

Visibly shaking, she did as he instructed. Troy took a long moment to savor the picture she made, her smooth back and gorgeous ass presented to him like a goddamn gift. He fisted his erection and squeezed, knowing when he finally got inside her, after giving her what she’d so boldly requested, he’d be frantic. As if he’d ever been anything but frantic to f*ck Ruby. Every chance he got.

He traced the line of her back, the curve of her bottom with the smooth wood, letting it dip between her thighs for a moment. She moaned throatily, but he interrupted the beautiful sound with the wet slap of damp wood on equally wet flesh. He waited a beat for her reaction, to gauge the amount of strength he could put behind the strikes without taking away the pleasure and leaving only pain. She cried out and arched her back, her body begging for more. Troy gripped the wood tighter and brought it down again, harder, groaning at the pink outline it left behind. That he’d left behind.