Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(132)

“That T-shirt rubbed too, didn’t it? You’re that sensitive, aren’t you? The material touching your bare nipples made you hot.”


She couldn’t deny it, and she could see where he was going with this. “Trap.” She stopped what she was doing in an effort to get her brain back so she could defend herself.


“Fucking answer me.” He snapped the words at her like the lash of a whip. “And don’t you stop.”


“Yes,” she had to concede, her hands obeying even though her brain hadn’t caught up yet.


“Now bring your hand down your body, but don’t stop the rough nipple play. Slow with that hand. Feel your skin, all that silk. You like how that feels, don’t you? Slow. Stay slow. Keep your eyes on me. See what you’re doing to me. You make me so f*cking hard I think I’m going to come apart sometimes. Look at my cock. Look what you do.”


She swallowed hard, her hand sliding down her body to find her mound. One finger stroked over it while her other hand kept at her breast. Her gaze was on his hand wrapped around his thick shaft. The broad, flared head glistened and he rubbed at it with his thumb, spreading the moisture as his fist pumped. The sight was mesmerizing. Beautiful. Sexy.


“Push your finger inside. Deep. Fuck yourself with your finger, baby. Find that sweet little clit of yours and work it.”


She did what he ordered. It felt good. So good. The slow-moving Rover. The bumps. The sun moving over her skin through the glass, spotlighting her. Her body sprawled out for his pleasure.


“When a man touches your skin, Cayenne, this is what you do to him. He gets hard. He needs to jack off because it hurts like f*cking hell if he doesn’t relieve himself. You feel that burn? Put another finger in. Pump a little faster. Harder. I can tell by your breathing you’re nearly there. You are, aren’t you?”


She couldn’t answer. She was close. So close. It felt so good, she was that close.


“Stop. Get your hands off your body. Right. Fucking. Now.” His voice lashed like a whip again.


She moaned. “Trap.” A protest. But she complied.


“Crawl along the seat and feed that honey to me. Are you burning? Does it hurt? Do you need to get off? Tell me how you’re feeling right now.”


She did what he said, sliding over the seat and the middle console to lift her fingers to his mouth. His tongue curled around them. That simply increased the coiling tension in her, that horrible burn that grew hotter.


“I want your mouth on me. You’re going to suck me all the rest of the way home. You keep both hands on me, and you don’t touch yourself. I’ll touch you when I feel like it, but you don’t touch yourself again unless I tell you.”


She found that even hotter. She fit her mouth over the wide head of his cock and concentrated on him as best she could. Usually she gave herself over completely to loving him. To giving him the most pleasure she could possibly give him, but her body felt as if it was burning out of control.


She tried to force herself under control, allowing her tongue to stroke and dance, to feel the steel wrapped in velvet of his cock. She tried to take him deeper each time she pushed down on him, tried to tighten her mouth as she drew up. She was just dropping into the zone when his hand landed hard on her buttocks and the nerve endings flared into life, streaking and sizzling straight to her core.


His hand rubbed. Kneaded. His fingers slipped along the cleft of her buttocks, lower still to find her wet and needy. His fingers plunged deep. She gasped. Her channel spasmed hard. Contracted and clamped down like a vise. His thumb brushed her clit. Pressed hard. She moaned around his cock and her hips bucked, trying to ride his hand, trying to gain relief.


He took his hand away, and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking the honey from them. “Keep working. We’re almost home. We don’t go in until you suck me dry. I have plans, and I can’t be feeling like this. You put that there, you take care of it.”


She loved taking care of his cock. He could sound like he was ordering her to do something she didn’t want to do all day, but the fact was, she loved her mouth on him. She loved his reaction. Unfortunately, he had started her body on fire all over again.


She went back to concentrating on him. The shape and feel of him. What he liked best. Taking him deep. Flicking her tongue. Humming. Just suckling turned her on even more. She was dripping wet now and squirming, unconsciously trying to relieve the ache.


As he pulled the Rover into the carport, he caught the back of her head and pressed down, forcing her to take more of him as he threw back his head, groaning. He was big and it wasn’t easy, but she managed, breathing through her nose as his shaft swelled and his cock jerked. He pumped his seed down her throat. So much. For a moment she didn’t think she could take it all. That was even hotter. The hand at her head, his hips jerking, his shaft stretching her lips. The sound rumbling in his throat, torn from him – by her – by her actions. So hot.


His fist in her hair dragged her head an inch up. “Clean me up. I don’t want to get a drop on this suit.”


Between her legs only grew scalding. “Trap, I need…”


“The sooner you take care of business, the sooner we can get inside.”