Move the Sun (Signal Bend #1)(13)

She felt his hand in her hair, curling her ponytail around his fist, forcing her to look up at him. “I want head. I want that f*ckable, red mouth on me.”

He did, did he? She smirked at him. “Yeah? What are you gonna do for me? Tit for tat, love.”

He reached down and took her left nipple between his fingers, giving it sharp tug, making her gasp and moan. His mouth on her ear, making her heart race, he whispered, “Tit for tat, huh? How ‘bout I make you scream until your throat cramps? You swallow, Sport, and I’ll make it happen twice.” He stood straight again, challenge in his eyes.

After a beat to steady her voice, she smiled at him. “You think you’ve got that kind of stamina?”

“You doubt me? By the time we leave for breakfast, you won’t ever again.”

Gauntlet thrown. She nodded and sucked his length into her mouth. “Ah, yeah. Yeah,” he growled. It had been awhile, and he was big, but she was good at this. She relaxed her throat and took him all in.

“Fuck!” he groaned, and then his hips were moving hard. His fist in her ponytail and his hips moving like that, he had control of the situation. She didn’t want that. She gave head on her terms. She put her hand around his balls and squeezed, steadily increasing the pressure until she had his attention.

“Hey! What the f*ck’re you doin’, Sport?”

Easing the pressure on his balls, she pulled him out of her mouth and licked her lips. Meeting his glare steadily, she said, “My rules. I set the rhythm. Hold still or let go of my hair.” He stared for a few seconds and then nodded. Since he didn’t let go of her hair, she figured he meant to hold still.

And he did. As she worked him, taking him deep, sucking, licking, nipping lightly, he kept his fist loosely in her ponytail but did not constrict or try to control her movements. As he got close, his hips began to flex gently, but he tried to stop. He was grunting rhythmically, in time with her movements, until he put his other hand on her head, his fingers gripping her scalp. “Now, now, yeah, f*ck yeah.” When he came he held her head tightly to him, but she didn’t care. He filled her mouth with hot, heavy liquid, and she swallowed around him. He tasted sweet and salty. Yep. Pheromones.

When he was finished, she pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He was staring at her, dazed, his eyes at half-mast. “That was f*cking incredible.”

She pushed back on the bed and spread her legs wide. “Better not have worn you out.”

He grinned impishly and stripped the rest of his clothes off. “No way. I’m tireless.” As he tossed his jeans away, he caught his wallet chain and pulled the wallet up. He took two condoms out and dropped the wallet onto the pile that was his jeans. Then he crawled over her on the bed. Propped on his hands, he hovered. “You are a f*ckin’ sexy bitch, you know that?” He bent his arms and came down to kiss her.

She grabbed his hair in her fists and pulled him down to lie on her. Before he settled, she tried to flip them over, but he was quite heavy, and she only managed to rock him a bit. Laughing against her mouth, he pushed her shoulder flat on the mattress. “I don’t think so. My rules now.” His hands holding her shoulders down, he kissed along her jawline to her ear, sucking on the lobe for several intense seconds, then continued his journey, licking and sucking his way down her neck, over her collarbone, to her breast.

He was still soft; she could feel him on her leg, but when he drew her nipple between his teeth, sucking firmly and making her cry out and arch her back off the bed, she felt him lengthen and turn to steel. “Ah, yeah. That’s it, baby. Your tits are so firm and sweet.” He suckled her again, growling. The vibrations of sound against her flesh made her quiver. The tickle and scratch of his beard made her shiver. He released her shoulders to cup her breasts, and she wove her fingers into his hair. He kissed a trail across her chest and paid the same careful attention to the other breast. His hands moved down her sides. His mouth followed, kissing down her belly, his tongue laving her belly button, and then continuing downward.

It all felt great, but Lilli was too turned on for this sweet bullshit. She didn’t want him to make love to her. She wanted him to f*ck her. He was supposed to be making her scream. Twice. She yanked hard on his hair, and he pulled his head up, his brow wrinkled. “You yanked?”

“Are you gonna f*ck me or not?”

She’d hurt his feelings. That surprised her. Isaac did not read like a guy who preferred satiny, sweet lovemaking. He read like a guy who liked a rough, leathery grapple. As she did.

He pulled himself back over her so that they were face to face. “You want to get f*cked, Sport? You’re gonna get f*cked.” He reached over to the corner of the mattress, where he’d laid the condoms. As soon as he’d rolled one on, he grabbed her leg and shoved it straight up in the air, pushing it back to her chest, spreading her wide. He gave her a look that said he’d expected that to be uncomfortable, and it was indeed a stretch, but she had years of yoga to prepare her to get f*cked like this, and she just looked steadily back at him. He yanked her onto her side and shoved himself into her, letting go of her leg and pressing it down with his shoulder.

Propping himself on one hand, with the other he grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard. She cried out.

Okay, this is more what she had in mind. He was thrusting into her deep and fast, pulling and twisting her nipple. The unfamiliar position gave her few options to participate; he had her fully under his control. So she went with it, savoring the deep intensity of his sideways entry, the sharp thrill of his fingers around her nipple. She was elevating quickly, heat pooling in her joints. She started moaning loudly every time he went deep. She was working her other breast as savagely as he was working the one he had; when he noticed, his eyes got dark, and he sped up his thrusts.