Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(94)

He reached down, picked her up and started toward the swamp, using long strides to take them there. “That’s it, woman. You can’t talk about putting your mouth on me and expect me to go into a friend’s home and not have the hard-on from hell.”


She laughed and slipped her arms around his neck, leaning into him so she could touch her tongue just behind his ear. She kissed her way down his neck to his throat and the underside of his jaw.


“Hurry, honey,” Cayenne said softly. “I can’t wait for you. I’ve got the taste of you in my mouth now, and my panties are going to be soaked if you don’t get them off of me.” Seduction really wasn’t all that difficult.


“Fuck. Woman, you make me lose control every f*cking time.” He increased his speed, nearly sprinting into the denser vegetation.


Several feet in, when the brush closed around them, he allowed her feet back on the ground. She was already pulling his belt loose and unzipping his jeans. His hands were on hers, but she got there first. No preamble. No warm-up. No hands. Her mouth slid over his cock like a tight glove, tongue working him, stroking and caressing as she suckled hard, taking him deep and then nearly releasing him to take him back into that hot, moist cavern.


Trap groaned and caught her hair, bunching it in his fist so he could watch her. She always looked as if she was loving him, her mouth stretched tight around his thick girth, her face soft and warm, her eyes a mixture of lust and something else that always took his breath. Rapture. She made him feel as if she couldn’t get enough of him.


I can’t get enough of you, she admitted softly. I love how you feel in my mouth. Or when you’re inside me. Sometimes, Trap, long after, I wake up and still feel you inside me. I love that feeling. I love this feeling. I love to give this to you.


Her hands were there now, cupping his balls, rolling, lavishing attention on him while her eager mouth worked him. Streaks of fire rushed up his legs to center in his groin. The fire spread through his body until every nerve ending shrieked at him. His blood went hot, scorching him, as if lightning had jumped from the sky and entered him. Every sensation in his body raced to converge in his cock. In her mouth.


He tore at her jeans, shoved them down her hips. Shoes, baby, kick them off. And then your jeans. Right f*cking now. I don’t want to come in your mouth.


I want you to. You didn’t this morning.


I want to be inside you. I’m not leaving you needy when we’re going to be around other men. Fucking do what I tell you, Cayenne. Kick them off. Right. Fucking. Now.


She did it, because she nearly always gave him what he wanted. But she glared at him even as she tightened her mouth around his cock. I’m going to have my way with you tonight, Trap, she warned. You’re going to be the one tied up.


The moment she kicked her jeans off of her, he yanked her up, hands on her bottom. He didn’t wait because he couldn’t. That’s what she did to him. He positioned her over his aching, throbbing cock and then slammed her down hard.


Cayenne cried out, leaned into him and bit his chest without injecting venom. The flash of pain added to the wild, out-of-control, nearly savage thrusts as he hammered into her. She was always tight, squeezing down on him like a vise, her silken muscles massaging and gripping until he wanted to shout with pure pleasure.


You give me everything, he whispered softly into her mind. You are everything. I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. Never think I don’t want you. Never think we aren’t meant for each other.


She lifted her head and looked into his eyes even as she ground down, meeting each upward thrust with a strong downward surge. She rode him just as hard as he rode her. She was just as out of control. But her face was soft, loving. He’d never seen that particular expression on her face or in her eyes as her gaze drifted possessively over his face.


I don’t know what love is, Trap, but whatever I’m feeling is strong and lasting. I would do anything for you. Give you anything you wanted. That’s how strong it is. Even when I’m afraid, I know I’ll trust you to see me through it, because I have to give that to you. I can’t do anything else.


She made the confession in his mind, her tight sheath swallowing his thick cock again and again. Hungry. Needy. Urgent. Almost brutal. He saw it on her body, the color coming over her, her eyes going wide, her mouth forming his name, her body clamping down on his.


He loved watching her when he made her come. It was the most beautiful sight in the world to him. That look of shocked surprise on her face, as if it was her first time – every time. He loved the way her body shuddered with delight, the strong spasms surrounding him as the fire rushed through her, reaching all the way up her belly to her breasts.


Only then did he allow the sensations to take him. Only after he witnessed that exquisite beauty. That perfect moment he gave to his woman. He slammed into her four more times, each stroke harder than the last. His balls drew tight, so tight he groaned as he shot his seed deep into her. He swore her channel grew hotter and tighter, greedy for more of him, sucking him dry.


Trap buried his face in her neck, his heart pounding. Full. So f*cking full. His woman had done that for him – given him everything – and she did each time he asked it of her. I don’t know what love is either, not the love of a man for his woman, Cayenne, but if it exists, it does in me for you. You understand me, baby? Do you hear what I’m saying to you? Because I’ve never said it to another woman and I never will. Whatever I have in me to give, it’s yours.