Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(40)

“Nuh uh.”

Before he knew what was happening Lyra pushed him down onto the bed. She held a hand on his chest as he moved to get up and shook her head.

“Stay still for me?”

Her other hand moved up his left thigh, caressing the skin, tugging ever so slightly on the hairs there.

“Lyra, what are you doing?”

“Massaging you,” she said.

The other hand was removed from his chest and found his other thigh. She caressed up both, moving higher and higher with every stroke. Andros knew what was coming, and though he was torn up inside, he knew he would not be able to stop her. Already his cock was hardening, thickening. Already he could feel the desire thrumming in the pit of his stomach. No matter how angry, how furious, he could not get enough of her.

She bent forward, sweeping her long hair behind her shoulder as she did so, and then, taking his thick cock into her hands, she dipped her tongue out and licked the length of him.

He groaned. How could he not?

She licked again. Her tongue was hot and wet, and he fisted a hand into her hair, moving her up and down, encouraging more. She complied, licking along the length of him, making sure no skin was left untouched.

When his grip tightened she pulled back, blowing soft, warm air across his shaft, teasing and building his desire.

“More,” he demanded.

She nodded. “I’ll always give you more, Andros. I love the taste of you.”

More air blown across his dick, and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip. She knew exactly what he wanted, didn’t she always? And gave it to him with a happy little sigh.

Opening her mouth, she took his cock inside. Her lips framed it perfectly and as she sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the head, caressing the most sensitive spots. He groaned again, moved her head up and down, his fist still in her hair, and she shifted a little so that she was kneeling directly in front of him. At the same time, her hand gripped him, rubbing along the length her mouth could not reach, and in tandem, she rubbed and she sucked, and he gasped.

When she pulled free, he wasn’t expecting it and made to push her head back down but she shook it.

“Stand up for me. Right here.”

She pointed to the floor next to the bed. Andros hurried to comply, not even thinking to do otherwise. The moment he was in front of her, she sat herself down, gripped his cock, and smiled.

“The perfect height.”

A moment later and he was back inside her, his cock filling her mouth. With her free hand, she took his and placed it back on her head. He gripped her hair again, pulling it back to see the marks he’d given her on her neck earlier in the night. The skin there was reddened and flushed. She’d cried out her pleasure as he sunk his teeth in again and again, feeling her * tighten around him as she came. It satisfied him immensely to see her marked in that way.

Dios… He had never marked a woman in that way before.

Lyra sucked his cock back and forth, but did not reach up to take him in hand. Her mouth could not take him all, though, and so he began to buck his hips. She mewed more approval, and reached a hand down to rub along his balls. Her touch was soft, hesitating, but felt so f*cking good.

Andros threaded his fingers through her hair, building up speed. She continued to lick and caress, but the moment he slowed she stopped. He realized then exactly what she wanted from him and gave it to her.

He f*cked her mouth.

Hard.

God, it felt so good. He held her exactly in place, right where he wanted her, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide, as he plunged in and out. She took as much of him as she could, but he pushed for more, his dick almost tickling her throat. She responded by rubbing and pinching his balls, and he growled as she did so, because it only heightened his desire.

He mouth f*cked her ruthlessly and she let him, moaning her pleasure as he filled her, allowing her no room to move. Before long, he could feel the familiar thrum in his gut. He tensed his legs, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth.

His hips bucked, he pushed himself further into Lyra’s mouth and then…the orgasm was mere seconds away and he made to pull back, to pull out, but she refused to let him. Her hands came down on his hips, and she held him in place as he exploded into her mouth. He could feel it, his come filling her, shooting into her throat, and she took it. She took it all, her tongue darting out and licking up every single drop he had to give.

When he was spent, Andros practically collapsed onto the bed, his legs shaky, pleasure still throbbing through every part of him. He tucked an arm around her automatically and she let him, curling her body next to his.

“Lyra, I…that was—”

“My pleasure,” she said. “Now get some sleep, you have an early meeting.”


She placed the cool sheets across them, and laid her head down on his moist chest, her perfect hair fanned out against him. The room was silent but for their hearts beating, the city quiet at last.

In that moment, with pleasure still singing through his veins, with his head spinning, and his chest throbbing in a way that made no sense, Andros knew he was in too deep. Mainwright, the old bastard, was right. The truth crystallized inside him, and though he tried to ignore it, there was no way he could. Had known it in fact since the moment he’d seen her laughing and flirting with the bartender.

No, he thought, be honest with yourself, before then. The first night even when he’d let her tie him in knots, so that the only thing he could think of was slipping between her thighs and f*cking her until the ache ceased.