Breathe (5 page)

“I just want to please you.”

Caught off guard, Elijah stared down at those glass green eyes for a long moment. She couldn’t have had any idea how potent those words were to a Dom.

He loosened his grip on her hair very slightly—while they spoke, they weren’t playing the game.

“I won’t be easy on you if we do this again, Samantha. I’ve told you that I’m a sexual Dominant.”

She nodded in response, and he watched as a hint of fear and more than a little anticipation flickered over her features.

“But for today, you may do what you want to do. I’ll do what I want to do. And it’s going to feel damn good.” He knew his grin had a hard edge to it, but he couldn’t summon anything light or playful in that moment—not when his cock was aching with need.

That same need was reflected in her eyes. She shifted restlessly on her knees, the sunlight playing over skin so pale that she looked like she lived in Alaska rather than Mexico.

“Suck my cock, woman.” He watched her furrow her brow, the irritation quickly melting into need as he took his cock in hand and pressed it to her lips. She swallowed the head and he groaned with satisfaction.

“That’s right. I’m going to be bossy, even if we’re having vanilla sex. For now it’s up to you to decide what to do with that.”

Watching through half-lidded eyes, Elijah stared down at Samantha as she sat back on her heels, doing nothing more than running her tongue lightly over the head of his cock. The need to thrust down her throat was a tangible force, but he found he was enjoying letting her do as she wanted to.

Though that wouldn’t stop him from issuing orders. It was just who he was.

“I said suck it.” He pressed forward with his hips, slowly sliding his length through the tight, wet cavern of her mouth. She glared up at him, gagging a bit when he hit the back of her throat. Her body tightened, and he wondered if he’d gone too far.

Then wickedness spread over her expression, and he caught the slightest hint of a smirk around her mouthful.

“Christ.” Elijah bit out a curse when, without warning, Samantha hollowed her cheeks and sucked him down with more force than he’d thought she possessed. His fingers pressed into her scalp, holding her head in place as she worked her tongue and lips around him.

What she lacked in technique and experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. Far quicker than he had thought possible, Elijah felt his body drawing tight, warning him that he was close to losing control.

Once more gathering her hair in his hands, he pulled until she had no choice but to release him. Elijah winced, feeling something very near to pain, when those full lips slid off the rigid length of his erection.

“On your hands and knees,” he repeated, noting that she’d worked so hard on his cock that her lips were swollen and her eyes had teared. And still she looked excited, aroused, just when he’d thought that she would have been second-guessing their encounter.

It only made him harder.

Her lips were silent, but her eyes spoke volumes, sparking with dangerous heat as she slowly turned and did as he asked.

Elijah’s palms itched to deliver a light spank to the perfect globes of her ass. But the roar of the furnace intruded into his thoughts, reminded him that they were outside, in the doorway of her studio, and that this wasn’t a scene that he needed to plan meticulously.

He wanted to plunge inside her slick heat. There was no reason to draw it out any longer.

“Lower.” Dropping to his knees behind her, Elijah smoothed a hand over the curves of her behind, unable to resist touching that pale, perfect skin.

With a quick glance over her shoulder, Samantha did as he asked, shifting her weight from her palms to her elbows. It caused her back to arch, to present her ass and her pouting lower lips to him in a way that made him want to bury his face between her thighs.

Later. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Lower,” he rasped out, and savored the shudder of her body as she pressed her weight into her shoulders, her face turning so that one cheek pressed into the dry grass of the yard. Removing a condom from his pocket, he quickly sheathed himself, then took her wrists together in one hand, holding them behind her back.

“Elijah,” Samantha whispered as he took his latex-sheathed cock in his free hand, ready to slide it into her slick folds. He paused for a moment to assess her body language.

She trembled, but not with fear. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed the head against her tight heat.

“Aah!” Samantha’s back arched and she clamped down around him like a velvet glove.

“Shit, you’re tight.” Elijah ground his teeth together as he tried to give her a moment to adjust to his intrusion. But her heat massaged him, lured him like a siren’s call, and he knew he didn’t have the willpower to resist. “I’m not going to be gentle.”

In response, she pushed back against him, taking him in another inch. Elijah’s fingers tightened around her wrists, on the skin of her hip.

Then he inhaled deeply, savoring that scent of wildflowers and smoke that seemed to come from her very skin, and seated himself the rest of the way in one rough thrust.

Samantha cried out and pulled against him, trying, he assumed, to relieve herself of some of his length.

“Give it a minute.” He fought the need to press her to the ground and simply fuck her as hard as he could. The gyrations she was doing on his cock as she tried to find a measure of comfort had his orgasm gathering at the base of his spine again. “It will feel good in a minute.”

He pulled back an inch, heard her exhalation of relief from beneath him. But he drove forward again just as quickly, heard her cry out as the head of his cock pressed against her womb.

“Open your legs wider,” he commanded, and bent over her as she did what he said. Working his free hand between her taut belly and the ground, he pressed down, feeling himself moving through her slickness, tightening the passage even further.

“I—I can’t—” When he began to truly fuck, to move back and forth hard and deep, Samantha shifted wildly beneath him. He could feel her flesh gripping him, milking him every time he filled her, begging him to claim her completely. He hadn’t even touched her clit yet, and she was as wet as the ocean, the scent of her arousal warming in the golden sun that slanted over the skin of her back.

“You can.” He shoved in all the way and, at the same time, slid his hand between her legs. Sliding through her wetness, he lubricated his fingers, then moved unerringly to the hard, tight bud of her clit.

“Elijah!” Samantha’s cry echoed across the yard, and Elijah couldn’t hold back a grin. Years in the lifestyle had taken away any inhibitions he might once have had about public sex.

But if he wasn’t mistaken, the fact that they were outside—that someone could drive by at any second—only excited the hot woman beneath him even more.

“Come for me. Now. Now—while I fuck you as hard as I can.” Increasing the pace of his movements, Elijah began to play his fingers over Samantha’s clit, rubbing in a slow but firm circle around its edges, brushing the entire pad of his finger over the top every few strokes.

Her breathing grew more ragged; so did his. She vibrated around him as her climax approached, and Elijah felt the sensation all the way down to the base of his cock. When she cried out and he felt her inner walls clamp down around him, hot and tight, he had no choice but to follow her into the heat of complete pleasure.

“Fuck!” Her voice was high with need as her thigh muscles clenched tightly, pressing back against his as her orgasm played over her body like the lash from a whip. The waves milked Elijah’s erection, buried deep inside her, and that tension at the base of his spine drew down into his testicles and he exploded.

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting sensation take him over as they rode out their orgasms.

When the pleasure finally faded away, Elijah found himself bent over Samantha, his cheek pressed against her shoulder blade. Beneath him she exhaled, her breath slow and steady, her body lax and spent.

“Wow.” Moved to press a kiss against the stripe of her spine, Elijah released Samantha’s wrists and massaged her hands to get the blood flowing again. He pulled her up, held her in his arms for a moment, unable to hold back a deep chuckle as he brushed gravel and dust off of her clothing.

“What’s funny?” Worming her way out of his arms, Samantha looked back over her shoulder at him. Elijah found it interesting that the woman who had initiated this entire encounter, the one who had seemed so in charge of her own pleasure only moments before, now seemed unsure, even a bit embarrassed by her actions.

He cocked his head, curious, as she reached for her clothing and began to dress.

“I’m not laughing at you, Samantha.” Unabashed in his nakedness, Elijah rose to his feet, stretching before stripping the condom off his semierect cock, tying a knot in the end, then reaching for his own clothing. He saw Samantha’s eyes flicker over him, and he couldn’t hold back a grin.

“I’m amused with myself, because I don’t normally enjoy vanilla sex so much.”

Bending to hitch his shorts back up over his hips, he nearly missed Samantha’s incredulity.

“
That
was vanilla?” she asked, then blushed. As if trying to hide the reaction, she tugged her tank top over her head. Elijah scowled when her creamy breasts disappeared from view.

“Vanilla sex refers to sex without any of the trappings of BDSM.” His eyes on hers, he pulled his shirt over his head, then stalked toward her, following her into the studio when she retreated.

“That doesn’t mean it can’t be mind-blowing. But adding other . . . things . . . can make it into so much more.” Curiosity sparked in her eyes, and Elijah felt his cock pay attention, never mind that he was spent.

He moved closer, watched as arousal and wariness colored Samantha’s eyes. She moved backward, and he followed her back into the small studio.

“Let me show you.” He wanted her to say yes—needed her to. Whether she was submissive or not, if things were this good between them without anything but the two of them and a condom, he wasn’t about to be denied the pleasure of her again and again.

He still wasn’t sure what exactly she was searching for. But he wanted to be the one to answer her questions, to help her explore whatever hidden kinks she had.

Samantha closed her eyes, and he studied the creamy lids. When she opened them again, he could see that her fierce stubbornness was out in full force.

“I can’t.” Disappointment warred with irritation. Elijah had never understood—would never understand—why people felt the need to deny their true desires. Life was too short . . . And what had just happened showed that they wanted each other badly. Hell, he still had his ace in the hole. He hadn’t thought he’d have to use it after they’d had each other once, but now he saw he would. Narrowing his eyes intently, he studied her face until she flushed under his stare.

“What?” Her tone was waspish, which only made Elijah grin.

When it came to getting what he wanted, he was more than willing to play dirty. He hadn’t gotten as rich as he was by rolling over every time he heard the word
no
.

Again inhaling that smoky scent that was so uniquely her, Elijah dipped his head until their lips were only a whisper apart. This close, he could see the trembling inhalation of her nervous breath, could see the beat of her pulse against the delicate white skin of her jaw.

He pressed his lips to hers with a quick, brief touch like the flutter of butterfly wings. He could smell himself mixed with her, and a primitive sense of possession clouded his mind.

A choked sound escaped from her throat when he drew back, triumph flooding him at her response.

“I want to commission a piece from you.” Drawing back fully, Elijah slid his hands into the pockets of his shorts. The whisper of a kiss had brought his cock to full attention again, and there was nothing he could do to hide it. So he accepted it for what it was: evidence of his unquenchable desire for her.

Samantha’s eyes flicked down, then back up, widening as she met his eyes again.

“I don’t do commissions.” He found he was pleased when she drew up, raised her chin, and regarded him saucily. “I work for myself.”

“I had an offer on your sculpture at the show last night.” Elijah rocked back on his heels as Samantha inhaled sharply.

“I’m not selling that piece. It’s mine.” Her eyes practically shot green sparks, and he held out a hand to settle her.

“I’m responsible for relaying all offers.” If she
had
been willing to sell it, he would have outbid anyone and claimed the piece for himself. “I didn’t think you would sell such a personal piece. But I’m interested in commissioning another in a similar vein.”

“I don’t make duplicates.” Her temper was up; he could tell. “Nor could I. Each piece of glass is completely unique.”

“I said in a similar vein, not a copy.” Her irritation brought a pretty flush of pink to her skin. “I would just request that you . . . keep the same thoughts in your head while you create the second piece.”

He’d succeeded in shocking her; her mouth fell open in response. She quickly composed herself, glaring at him heatedly.

“You couldn’t afford what it would cost for me to create a custom piece.”

Elijah fought the urge to smirk.

He always used his not inconsiderable computer skills to find out some background information on women he was interested in. He knew that Samantha had a sister in Colorado to whom she frequently sent money.

She wasn’t going to turn this down.

“The offer on your sculpture was ten thousand American dollars.” A hint of smugness warmed him as Samantha gasped at the amount. He didn’t think she was caught speechless often. “Since it’s a commissioned work, I think it’s only fair to offer more. If you’ll create this piece, I’ll pay you fifteen thousand.”

•   •   •

S
amantha couldn’t breathe. This man—who had just played her body like a virtuoso, who had wrung more pleasure from her than she had ever thought possible with nothing but his hands and his cock—was offering her more money than she’d ever seen at one time in her life, and by all appearances seemed certain that she would accept it.