Beautiful Beast (Gypsy Heroes #3)(121)

‘Offer me the other,’ he commands.

With unseemly haste I fit the other tip into his warm, wet mouth. So gentle. The way I imagine a toothless baby would take a nourishing nipple. I let out a long breath of satisfaction and start grinding my sex against the heel of his palm. He lets me until the tremors begin shaking my whole body, and it is clear that I’m going to climax. Then he pulls his hand away and catches my nipple between his teeth. I look at him. I am almost screaming with frustration and the sadistic f*cker is enjoying this.

‘Let me come, damn you,’ I groan.

He lets go of my nipple and smiles slowly. ‘Persuade me.’

‘There is this,’ I say, and lifting my hips away from his crotch, I unzip his trousers. His erection is straining against the waistband of his boxers.

‘That’s the most persuasive argument I’ve heard all day,’ he says.

‘Wait till you hear the rest of my argument.’ I slide my hand around his shaft and it swells even more.

‘Can’t wait,’ he mutters.

‘Get your knees down,’ I order suddenly.

His eyes flash at my strict tone, but his voice is even: ‘Done.’ He flattens his legs.

I lift myself off him and on my knees walk along his body up to his face and then carefully turn around so I am facing his feet. I lower my sex until it is suspended a few tantalizing inches away from his mouth.

‘Smell me,’ I command. I hold still while he lifts his head and sniffs me. I know what is coming next. And it does. His tongue flicks out. I allow one lick. It makes me shiver with pleasure. The desire to let him carry on is immense, but I control myself.

‘Who told you to lick me?’ I ask sternly, and lift my hips away from his mouth. ‘You’ve ruined it. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow now.’

He moves so fast I register the sound of his muffled laughter before I realize I am immovably trapped between two hard hands around my hips.

‘You wait till tomorrow if you want to. I’m having you tonight,’ he growls and suddenly I am sprawled awkwardly on his body with my legs spread, my * opened on his mouth, and his tongue thrust into me.

‘Hey, I’m supposed to be in charge,’ I protest as I try to push myself up on my hands.

‘Cock teasers don’t get to be in charge.’

His hand comes down around my waist to force me down while the other slips underneath my body. His fingers work my clit in exactly the way he learned from me earlier. In that exposed, helpless position, him devouring my *, and his fingers doing exactly what I love to my nub, my orgasm comes so fast and so hard, my nails claw into his thighs.


When it is all over, I find myself lying with my cheek on his belly and panting hard while he is still sucking my swollen folds softly. It’s very, very delicious and unspeakably decadent, but I lift my cheek, turn my head, and find myself looking at a very beautifully decorated, very erect throbbing penis. Clear liquid is running down it.

On my belly I shimmy toward it and extending my tongue follow the body of the snake all the way to its open mouth.

‘Oh yeah,’ he encourages hoarsely.

With my lips held in a tight pout, slowly, inch by hot inch I swallow that deliciously bulbous apple, and then as much of that thick and twisting snake as I can. I bob my head faster and faster, not even stopping when I feel one long finger slide into me. It occurs to me then—the kind of view he must have of my open * with its gaping, glistening hole begging to be penetrated. I squirm encouragingly and he fits another finger in and starts pumping into me while I suck him as furiously and as fast as I can.

Suddenly, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me off his shaft. My mouth comes off with a wet, slurping sound. Before I can say Jake Eden I am put on my hands and knees. Threading his fingers into my hair, he pulls my head back, as he rams into me.

‘Ahh…’ I scream, my head jerking back.

‘That’s what I was missing. Watching my cock disappear into you,’ he says, pushing himself in so hard I shudder.

He f*cks me harder and harder, forcing his cock deeper and deeper, and I start to feel the verge of another climax.

‘Yesssss…’ I push into him, my muscles clenching and tightening as we climb the heights together.



He wakes me up in the night.

‘Want to go for a midnight swim?’

It is too dark to see his expression, only the bulk of his naked shoulder, the way it rises out of bed, strong and full of power. ‘Yes,’ I whisper.

We pad down to the swimming pool. He dives in. I dip a toe in. The water is cold. But it is OK. Under the stars we swim together like two carefree eels, sparks flying whenever we touch. Later his body is warm as it moves on top of me.





TWELVE


I wake up alone and touch the indent on the pillow where his head has been. Then I roll over to his side and bury my nose in the scent of his shampoo.

‘Oh, Jake,’ I whisper.

I get out of the bed and walk to the living room. The house is very quiet. For a while I think he has gone out and then I know where he is. The sliding doors are open. I walk around the swimming pool and stand at the edge of the cliff and far away in the ocean, much farther than he went yesterday, I see him, swimming furiously. He only came back yesterday because of me.

Once again, I am beset by gnawing fear and worry.