Sweet Temptation (Sweet #4)(56)

She could no longer feel him in his frenzy. His hands gripped her ass, and she knew she’d wear his fingerprints for a long time to come.

Then he collapsed forward, driving them both onto the bed. His pelvis twitched against her as he flooded into her. He continued pumping against her in short, jerky motions until finally he stopped and his harsh breathing rasped against her ear.

“I think you killed me,” he groaned.

“I think that’s my line,” she gasped.

He stirred against her. “Don’t move.”

“As if I could,” she muttered.

He carefully lifted his weight off her and withdrew. Warm se**n slipped down the inside of her leg.

Instead of going for a towel, he simply picked her up and carried her toward the bathroom. She cuddled against his chest, grateful he hadn’t made her walk. Her legs had the consistency of putty at the moment. She’d be lucky not to fall on her face in the shower.

She needn’t have worried. He took care of her completely, holding her against him while he washed every inch of her body. After he’d washed and rinsed her hair, he stepped out and dried her from head to toe.

“Come into the bedroom. I’ll finish drying your hair and then I’ll brush it for you.”

She smiled and leaned into him for a moment. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight.

He’d vowed not to give her any part of himself. Just f**king. All he could offer her was sex. He’d lied, and she wasn’t even sure he’d realized it yet.

Micah took his time, first drying her hair and then combing through each strand. He was infinitely tender, his hands sorting through the heavy tresses. Every once in a while, he pressed his lips to the curve of her shoulder or the column of her neck.

When he finished, he patted her on the behind.

“Are you sore, baby?”

She shook her head.

“Good. I want to put a plug in so you’ll be ready for tonight.”

Her stomach fluttered in response, and she swallowed rapidly.

“Lie down on your stomach.”

She rolled away from him and stretched out as she’d done before. He moved from the bed, and she heard him rummaging in one of the drawers. He returned a moment later and ran his hand over her ass.

“Just relax, just like you did earlier. It might be uncomfortable at first.”

She sucked in her breath but didn’t hold it this time. Cool gel slipped between her cheeks, and his fingers carefully probed, spreading it inward.

His hand left her and was replaced by the blunt tip of the plug. Thick and plastic feeling, it was hard and unyielding, more rigid than his c**k had been.

Her opening stretched and she willed herself not to tense. He pulled back, allowing the tip to retreat. He added more lubricant and then eased it forward again, stretching her more this time.

It was several minutes of patiently working the plug in before he finally sent it all the way. She flinched away when the broad base sunk into her ass, but he placed his hand on her back and rubbed soothingly.

“Take a deep breath. It’s over.”

She shuddered and went limp, closing her eyes as she processed the bombardment of sensations. Her ass pulsed and quivered around the plug. Edgy and restless, she couldn’t remain still. Need curled in her groin, and she ached for release already.

“Turn over,” he commanded in a quiet voice.

She maneuvered over, taking care with her throbbing ass.

“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see your pretty pu**y.”

She parted her thighs and watched as he took position beside her. Their eyes met. Their noses were just inches apart. She sighed softly just as his lips took possession of hers. His hand slid down her belly to her pu**y. He rubbed his fingers over the folds, delving inward to find her clit.

She arched immediately into his touch. God, she was so close to orgasm already and all he’d done was put the plug in.

As his mouth made love to hers, he fingered her gently to orgasm, swallowing her cry of pleasure.

CHAPTER 27

Angelina lay on the couch in the main social room downstairs while Micah went to answer the door. He’d arranged her almost artfully. She was positioned on her side, her long hair over her br**sts, but her ni**les peeked from between the strands.

He hadn’t told her much, just that some friends were coming over to watch the football game. But she knew what would happen.

Voices in the hallway had her breaths coming fast and erratic. A moment later, Micah appeared in the doorway followed by three men.

Holy hell.

She tried not to stare and instead studied their entrance from underneath her lashes.

They walked in but came to a complete stop when they saw her. They stared openly, their eyes glittering with appreciation. As her gaze traveled from one to another, she recognized one of the men. Cole. The man who’d flogged her that first night Micah had seen her at The House. The other two she didn’t know, but she seemed to remember seeing them around the premises on the nights she’d come to play.

Micah walked over to stand by the couch. He reached down and tangled his hand in her hair, gently rubbing her head. Then he trailed his fingertips over her shoulder and down to cup her breast.

“This is Angelina. She belongs to me. Tonight she is yours to do with as you wish. There are conditions, however. You will show respect and care for her. If I tell you to stop, you stop. If she tells you to stop, you stop. You’ll protect her by wearing condoms. This is nonnegotiable.”