Blame It on Your Heart (18 page)

"So?" He slid one hand down to cup her breast, pinched the tight peak between his thumb and forefinger.

"So I don't think my brain is running things at the moment." She sucked in a breath as the feel of his fingers on her nipple, his thigh rubbing so deliciously between her legs, sent a wave of wet heat pulsing through her sex.

He let out a little chuckle. "I know the feeling."

This time when he went to kiss her, she met him head on. Lips parted, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, thrilling at the taste of him, hot and earthy from the bourbon he'd been drinking.

She drank him in, savoring him like a starving woman as though it had been years, not days, since she'd been with him last. Within seconds they were naked, shirts, pants, and underwear flying around the room to land in random piles.

"Do you have any fucking clue how crazy you drive me?" he muttered against her skin as he cupped her ass in his hands and carried her over to the bed. "I've never been jealous in my life, and I wanted to fucking punch JT for the way he was looking at you."

"And I wanted to claw Amy's face off for hanging all over you," she said and gave his bottom lip a not so gentle love bite. "When you left with her..." she trailed off as he laid her out on the bed.

"Tell me," he said, and bent his head to suck her nipple into his mouth.

Ellie shook her head against the quilt, unwilling to admit the devastation she'd felt in that moment. He already had so much power over her. She couldn't give up any more.

His hand dipped between her thighs, and she stifled a moan as his fingers parted her wet folds and found the eager bud of her clit. Circling, teasing, stroking, until Ellie's hips were rocking uncontrollably against his hand. Her fingers tunneled through his hair as she held his head tight, keeping his mouth on her breasts, urging him to suck harder.

"Please," she whispered, biting back a moan that was sure to wake the house. "I'm so close..."

"Hang on," he whispered, ignoring her clutching hands as he pulled away. She let him go when she realized he was reaching for his pants.

She knelt there on the bed, taking a moment to admire him as he fished his wallet out of his discarded jeans. Rippling with muscle, not an ounce of fat to be found on him anywhere. Every single inch of him was hard.

Especially, she thought with a little smile as he turned to face her fully, his long, thick erection, standing straight out from between his legs, the broad head slick with precome. So gorgeous he made her mouth water.

He returned to the bed, foil packet in hand. "Wait." Ellie stayed him when he started to tear it open. She slipped the condom from his hand and set it on the table. She took his cock in her other hand, smiling at his sharp inhale as she pumped the granite hard column in her fist.

He was quivering like a wild animal, every muscle tense as she flicked her tongue out to taste. Circling, lapping, sighing as his salty flavor hit her tongue. Then her lips parted, sucking him into her mouth, sliding along his shaft until he was pressing against the back of her throat. In and out, as his fingers slipped through her hair, holding it away from her face.

She flicked her gaze up, locking it with his. The heat blazing there made her sex throb so hard in response she thought for a second she might come.

His face pulled in tight lines, his features standing out in stark relief, nostrils flaring as his chest heaved in and out on every breath. She sucked him deep, flicked her tongue along the underside of his cock in the way she knew he loved.

She pumped him with her fist, matching the rhythm of her mouth, reveling in the power she wielded over him. She couldn't command his heart, but she could control his body.

She could feel the tension coiling tighter as he chanted her name in a harsh whisper. He was close, she could feel it in the way he swelled against her lips, pulsed against her tongue.

She would never be sure what got into her, but right when she felt him hovering on the brink she eased up, loosening her grip as she slid her lips up until they hovered a breath away from the slick head of his cock.

She hovered there for a moment, letting only her breath tease the over-sensitized skin. Her tongue stole out, teased circles around the crown. His breath came out in a frustrated rush, and she could feel his fingers tighten around her hair. She closed her lips over just the tip, swirling her tongue in a caress that kept him on the razor's edge of pleasure but would never send him over.

She could feel his body vibrating with tension, feel him straining against the urge to grip her head and force himself deeper down her throat.

His hands dropped to the mattress, fisting tightly in the sheets as she continued her torture.

"Ellie," he ground out, a warning. "You should really know better by now than to tease me."

She slanted a look up at him and trailed soft, wet kisses down the underside of his shaft.

"That's it," she heard him hiss, and in the next second strong arms hauled her up and flipped her onto her stomach before she could utter a breath of protest.

Big, rough hands gripped her hips and urged her to her knees. Ellie braced herself on her elbows and looked over her shoulder, a jolt of need pulsing through her sex as she watched him smooth the condom on with quick motions.

Then he was gripping himself in his one fist and holding her hip with the other, his face pulled in tight, hard lines as he guided himself into position.

Ellie's eyes squeezed shut and she turned her face to the pillow to muffle her sharp cry as he took her in one hard thrust.

He held himself there for a few seconds. "There was a time when I let you get away with whatever you wanted." His growl sent a little shiver of apprehension down her spine.

Twisted girl that she was, it only made her pleasure that much keener.

"But you should know by now that when it comes to this, I'm in charge. I make up the rules."

Hackles raised, she opened her mouth to reply, but whatever she would have said was lost as he drew his hips back and slammed home again.

Ellie fell forward, her hands curling in the sheets as he took her with hard, heavy strokes. It should have been too much, but she couldn't get enough. She reared up on her knees again, thrusting back to meet him with every stroke. She could feel her orgasm building, tightening low in her belly as she moved faster, harder against him.

It was there, glimmering on the horizon. She turned her face into the pillow and bit down on her lip to hold in her scream...

He pulled out until he was barely inside her. She moaned in protest and tried to rock back, but his hands on her hips held her in place, immobile.

"Damn you."

"What, you can dish it out but not take it?" he whispered and pulled out completely. He held himself there, circling her opening, swung his hips forward so he could slide his shaft up and down her slit.

She let out little whimper as his cock slid against her clit, making her tremble from head to toe. The tremble of his own fingers against her hip was small consolation.

He pushed back inside, and Ellie gave a little sigh of relief. It was short lived, as Damon once again pushed her to the very brink and then stopped, leaving nothing but a yawning ache and a feeling that she was going to break with reality if she didn't come soon.

"Please," she whispered softly, rocking her hips futilely in his grip.

"Jerk," she whispered when he wouldn't relent. There was only one option left.

She took matters into her own hands.

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Damon's entire body shook from the restraint it took to keep from shoving his cock back inside Ellie and pounding away until they both came so hard they couldn't move.

He could tell himself he was paying her back for her own little games. Trying to make him jealous—and succeeding—with JT.

Tormenting him with that hot, sweet mouth until he was on the verge of going certifiably insane.

But there was a deeper, darker truth behind what he was doing now. A need to control something in this situation. It was obvious he had no control over himself. But he could control Ellie. Control her pleasure.

Twisted as it was, there was something in that that managed to hold back the sheer terror he'd experienced earlier in the evening when he'd seen Ellie smiling up at JT as they danced, his hand resting low enough on her back to brush the upper curve of her ass.

Unbidden, a word had roared into his mind. A word he hadn't associated with a female since the first time he'd kissed Ellie Tanner.

Mine.

Ricocheting through his head, making him break out in a cold sweat as he was forced to acknowledge the awful truth: no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, Ellie Tanner still had a hold on him, as undeniable as gravity. And as long as she was living in Big Timber, there was no staying away from her.

Mine.

The word echoed in his head now as his fingers curled into the soft, giving flesh of her hips, holding her still as she rocked against him, the tight muscles of her pussy gripping, rippling, trying to pull him deeper.

It took every ounce of strength he had not to pound into her, not to reach around, stroke her clit and give her exactly what they both so desperately needed.

But he couldn't give in, not yet. He wasn't ready to let go of the illusion that he had some control over himself, over her, over the crazy forces in the universe that relentlessly drew them together.

Sweat trickled down his chest as he drank in the smooth line of her back, rippling with the tension of unfulfilled desire.

Her shoulders rippled as she strained, and he watched, his breath heaving in his chest as her right hand uncurled from the sheets and she slid it underneath her, sliding it down.

Heat rushed through him as he realized instantly what she was up to. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew her hand was buried between her thighs from the shudder of pleasure that coursed through her, from the way her slick heat spasmed around his cock.

The thought of her slim fingers stroking her swollen clit was nearly enough to send him over the edge.

He clamped down on his desire and reached down and around until his fingers curled around her wrist. "Oh no, you don't," he whispered harshly as he dragged her hand back up the mattress and pinned it to the bed. He grabbed her other hand and pressed it into the mattress for good measure.

"Damn you, Damon," she said, her voice catching on what sounded like a sob.

"Shh, not so loud," he said, lowering his body until his chest pressed against her back. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to let me come, Goddammit!" she said fiercely.

"How?" he said, rocking his hips until he was once again buried full length inside of her. Another slow withdrawal and thrust elicited a shuddering sigh.

"The usual way," she snapped.

"I want you to be specific." He pressed his palms against the backs of her hands and laced his fingers through hers. "Do you want this?" he said, pulling out and sliding back in, hard and deep.

"Yes," she said, turning her head to the side with a moan.

"You were touching yourself," he said and sucked her earlobe between his teeth. "You want me to touch you?"

"Yesssss." The word ended on a hiss.

"Here?" He released her hand and reached between them, flattening his palm against her lower belly.

"Lower..."

"Here?" He thrust again, muffling a groan at the way her pussy gripped him tight, trying to keep him right where she wanted him. His hand slid lower, until his fingers brushed against the small patch of dark hair at the top of her mound.

"Lower." She squirmed, trying to get his fingers exactly where she wanted them.

Damon had a sudden flash of memory of being with Ellie in this very room. Holding her naked in his arms, equal parts turned on beyond all reason and terrified that he was going to do something she didn't like or, God forbid, hurt her. Asking her every micro step of the way if it felt good, if she liked that.

Now, he thought, his lips quirking in a half smile, he knew exactly what Ellie wanted, what she liked. But it sure as hell was fun to make her tell him anyway.

Another slow thrust and withdrawal. Damon's balls drew tight against his body. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could keep up. "Tell me." His hand moved up, away from where she needed him most. "Exactly where."

"Here," she said, covering his hand with hers and pushing it down. "I want you to stroke my clit." With her face turned to the side he could see her cheek was flushed red, her eyes closed tight. At the words, Damon finally relented. His fingers parted her slick folds, found the swollen bud of her clit.

His muffled groan echoed hers as her pussy spasmed around him at the first brush of his fingers.

"What else?" he panted as he circled her with firm strokes of his fingers. "What else?"

"I want you to fuck me," Ellie said in a harsh whisper.

"I already am fucking you," he said, moving slowly in and out, his fingers never losing their rhythm.

"Harder," she said, rocking her hips back for emphasis. "Like you were before."