Undenied (Unspoken #3)(15)

“I want you now,” she said, tugging at his shoulders.

“Do you now?” he drawled. “It would seem I have the advantage here.”

She framed his face in her hands, forcing him to look directly at her. “If you want to keep that advantage, it would be in your best interest to give me what I want.”

Laughter rumbled out of his chest, vibrating against her clit which only served to heighten her need. “I do love a bossy woman.”

“I can be very rewarding,” she purred, arching her br**sts higher.

“In that case,” he said as he backed off the bed, “come down here and show me just how rewarding.”

She lifted one brow as she regarded his wide-legged stance, his c**k straining upward. His hand lowered to grasp the base and he worked his hand slowly down then back up again.

She was always up for a little payback.

As he bent to dig in his jeans pocket for a condom, she slid off the bed, gliding to her knees in front of him. As she settled down, she shrugged out of the negligee, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She placed her hands behind his knees, running them up, slowly, until her fingers splayed out over his firm ass.

She rose up on her knees until the head of his c**k bobbed just an inch from her mouth. She blew softly, watching as he flinched in reaction. Her hands kneaded, moving closer to the cleft of his behind. She trailed one finger down the seam then back up again. His knees nearly buckled and she smiled.

“Tease,” he muttered. He tossed the condom on the bed then wrapped both hands in her long hair, gathering it in his palms until his knuckles brushed against her scalp. He tugged on her hair at the same time he rocked toward her.

She let her hands fall from his ass and moved them to his front. Her hand curled around the base of his c**k as he strained forward. She opened her mouth the barest of inches, circling just the head with her lips. Holding him there, she ran her tongue over the small slit then underneath to the taut seam. She traced the edge of the soft skin, enjoying the velvety smoothness.

He bucked against her, trying to seat himself farther into her mouth, but she held him firmly, continuing her slow exploration.

A drop of moisture seeped onto her tongue and she lapped at the slit, spreading the small amount of pr**cum over the head.

“Payton, please,” he groaned.

She pulled away long enough to look up at him and give him her best satisfied smile. Her hands slid back down his legs. “I do so love to hear a man beg.”

Her triumph was short-lived. He used the opportunity to his full advantage. Grasping the handfuls of hair, he thrust forward, burying his c**k in her open mouth.

She swallowed against the intrusion, closing her eyes as he rocketed over her tongue. He bumped the softness at the back of her throat and stilled, holding her there for a long second. Then he withdrew, letting out his breath in a satisfied hiss.

Her hands came back up, and she wrapped one around his c**k and slid the other underneath to his sac, massaging and rubbing as she guided him forward again. Her fingers tightened and she worked back and forth in unison with her mouth.

“Oh God, stop, baby, or I’m gonna come.”

She sat back on her heels and watched as he took in several ragged breaths. He reached for her hands and pulled her up to stand in front of him.

“The condom,” he said, pointing at the bed.

She turned and retrieved the little packet.

“Put it on me,” he rasped.

She faced him again and tore the wrapper, sliding out the thin latex ring. She moved close, grasping him in one hand and using the other to roll the condom on.

He closed his eyes and swore. “Lubricant. Fuck, I forgot it. Please tell me you still have some.”

She grinned and walked over to the desk by the TV and took out the small plastic tube of KY. Then she turned and tossed it to him. “I’m not getting my hands all sticky again.”

He caught the tube and hurriedly bent to snag his T-shirt, tucking it underneath his arm. With a shaking hand, he tore the lid off the lubricant and squeezed the clear gel into his hand. Then he smoothed it

over his sheathed cock, his movements slow but jerky. He tossed the tube aside then snatched his shirt from underneath his arm and wiped his hand. Throwing that aside, he reached for her, and she went willingly.

To her surprise, he curled his hands around her waist and lifted her up. “Put your legs around my waist,” he directed as he wrapped one strong arm around her.

When she’d done so, he reached between them with his free hand and positioned his c**k between her legs. He arched his hips into her, sinking deep. Wrapping both arms around her waist, he held her tight against him.

He slid his hands underneath to grasp her ass. He lifted her up then allowed her to slide back down the length of his cock.

She threw back her head and closed her eyes. God, he was so deep, and she felt so vulnerable in this position. But that vulnerability only heightened the sensation of balancing on a razor’s edge.

His fingers dug into her ass as he bounced her up and down on his cock. When she opened her eyes to look at him again, his head was thrown back in a similar manner as hers had been. Ragged gasps spilled from his mouth and the muscles in his shoulders bulged and flexed from the strain of holding her.

She gripped his neck harder as he began walking forward, his c**k buried deep, and the motion of his hips sending it deeper still.