Up in Smoke (Crossing the Line, #2)(23)

Connor’s fingers curled into the mattress, a growl bursting free of his mouth. After that, he held his breath, waiting, begging for her to take him past her lips. “Please.”

“Don’t say please. You’re the kind of man who demands.” She pumped him twice within her fist, eyes widening with excitement when he groaned. “Demand, Connor.”

Power sizzled through his body, revitalizing him, strengthening him. “Why isn’t your ass in the f*cking air? Don’t make me tell you again.”

Erin’s responding whimper cleared the last vestige of doubt that this was the right thing for her. That he wasn’t hurting her or setting them back by being himself. Commanding her as he craved. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she leaned down and put herself mouth-level with his cock, arching her back and pushing her bottom up at the same time. The little black strip of material separated two perfect ass cheeks. Ripe and taut. Flesh that would give a little shake when he slapped it.

“Good.” His hips jerked when she licked up the side of his girth. “No games this first time. You’re going to suck it like you can’t get enough.”

She gripped his base tight and let her lips hover just above his crown. “Yes, Connor.”

“Show me that eager girl who rode me hard last night and came in her panties. Show me what she can do with her pretty mouth.”

He fell back onto the mattress with a shouted curse as she lowered her mouth halfway down and dragged her teeth lightly over his hypersensitive flesh on the way back up. There was a wicked glint in her eye that told him she was reveling in his reaction. She knew she was slaying him, and Jesus, he didn’t give a shit. She repeated the action five more times. By the time she finished, he was clutching at the bedspread and chanting her name. Her hand started to work him in time with her mouth, purring sounds in the back of her throat heightening the incredible sensation. In the distance, he could hear himself begging her to go faster, but she slowed down instead, bringing him back to the present.

“Take me to the back of your throat. Keep your eyes on mine while you do it.” Again, her blue eyes flashed wide with eagerness. She might not want his touch, but she sure as hell wanted his instructions. Had even been goading him into issuing them. He watched with mounting lust as her fingers skated down her belly and dipped beneath the material of her panties. She moaned around his cock as her fingers danced behind the material.

He started to protest. No. No. Her orgasms belonged to him. No matter that he had limited means with which to give them to her, he would find a damn way. “Erin, don’t you—”

She took him deep, deeper…all the way, his inches disappearing one by one past her lips. “Oh, God. Oh, f*ck yes. Give me that hot little mouth.” His body moved on autopilot, drawn to the insane pleasure she was providing like a dose of potent drugs. He dug his heels into the mattress, drew out of her mouth a bit and slowly ground himself back up into her sweet warmth. The hand that wasn’t working furiously inside her panties dug into his thigh and she moaned. Loving it? Christ, he’d thought this girl was incredible, but he’d had no idea. Just as he’d told her, she kept those beautiful eyes trained on him, sending him sprinting toward his release.

“Fuck, I’m going to come so hard. Erin.”

His words seemed to ignite something inside her. She wrapped her hand around him tight and jerked him fast while her mouth continued to take deep pulls. All the while, she made these sexy whimpering noises that echoed in his head, battered his skull. His focus became her fingers, circling as she drove herself to orgasm. Something sharp impaled his chest…a need to be the one who wrung the climax out of her…unbelievable frustration that he couldn’t. On top of it all, a rushing of pure, mind-bending pleasure blurred everything. Weak. Strong. In that moment, he felt both emotions as control wavered from his focus. In a blinding rush, it was all swept away, his world fracturing into a thousand tiny pieces. He heard himself shouting, but couldn’t make himself stop. It was too f*cking amazing…her mouth wouldn’t stop.

“Take it, take it, take it. Greedy girl. My f*cking girl.”

For a brief, blinding moment, he lost track of everything. His body felt depleted and whole at the same time. He’d just begun to marvel over the singular feeling when Erin let out a cry and fell forward onto his chest, body shuddering as she came. His mind screamed in denial, hands fisting on the bedspread. No. I’m supposed to give her pleasure. Supposed to control when and how. Gone was the euphoria of a moment ago, replaced by shame so thick he could choke on it. Being passive was killing him. How long could he withstand this?

Erin’s head came up. “What’s wrong?” She scrambled back onto her heels and he bit back the need to grab for her. “Did I…did you not like it?”

He jackknifed into a sitting position, bringing their faces a breath apart. “I loved it. You were so damn perfect, sweetheart. I’ve never had it that good. Never.”

Some of her worry disappeared, but not all. “But?”

Connor turned and threw his legs over the side of the bed, scrubbing his face with his hands. “I’m not a passive man, Erin. I’m not built to watch my girl get herself off. I see to your pleasure. I need to.” His breath came out in a rush. “I just need a minute and I’ll be fine.”

For a while, there was no sound in the room save their slowing breaths. When Erin’s arms wrapped around the breadth of his back from behind, his head fell forward. Her body settled against his back, head tucking into the space between his shoulder and neck. “Don’t give up on me already,” she whispered.