Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2) (32 page)

He cut off her intended protest with a hand
on her throat and his mouth over hers. The light pressure didn't
cut of her air, but she gasped in the hot exhale from his lips and
lost the will to fight. His tongue dipped in and she moaned as it
teased a tender spot at the top of her mouth. He thrust deep,
withdrew, and bit her bottom lip just hard enough to make her
squirm. Tiny pain, the kind her body easily accepted as pleasure
because it felt so fucking good.

"There we go." He smiled against her lips and
kissed her again. "Are you still afraid?"

Yes. And no. Neither answer made any sense,
so she simply gazed up at him, into his beautiful hazel eyes, at
his tussled hair, at the tiny lines around his strong mouth.
Everything about him was . . . familiar. Solid.

Safe.

Then she knew. Not in any way she could
explain, but she arched up to kiss him and whispered, "No. I'm not
afraid."

"That's my good, brave girl." He slid his
lips along her throat, nibbling and sucking as his hand stroked her
side, closer and closer to her breast, but never touching it. His
free hand delved into her hair and he used it to arch her neck,
leaving her vulnerable to his teeth as he explored a trigger along
the corded muscle and bit down hard.

Her spine bowed and she whimpered. Her
nipples ached with the need to be touched. Moisture slicked her
pussy, so unbearably hot that she clenched her thighs for some
shallow relief.

"Please . . . ." She tossed her head from
side to side as he licked and nipped the sharp angles of her collar
bone. And moved lower at a languorous pace that was going to kill
her. "Please just f—"

His fingers left her hair and covered her
lips. "Shh."

He stroked down the center of her chest.
Trailed the path with soft kisses. His stubble scrapped the sides
of her breasts.

Need grew into a desperate, living thing.
Since he wouldn't touch her breasts or her pussy they absorbed
every sensation. The muscles of her stomach twitched under his lips
and her cunt clenched. His tongue traced a circle around her belly
button and lower . . . lower . . .

"It's easy to let a man fuck you, love. And I
could have, several times this week. God knows I wanted to." His
lips whispered over her flesh and goosebumps spread as the impact
of his words hit her. Wanted to, but hadn't?
Why?
He
answered as though he'd read her mind. "But you weren't ready to
give me what I need. You are now. And it was worth the wait,
dragonfly."

Oh . . . oh!
Her hips jutted up as he
lapped over her smooth mound and slipped the tip of his tongue into
the crease. Her mind scrambled for control and she rasped out,
"dragonfly? Why dragonfly?"

"The legends of the dragonfly mostly revolve
around illusions, hovering over something deeper." His tongue
dipped in again. "Something more. I believe that fits you
perfectly."

Absorbing his words through the erotic haze
spreading over her was a challenge, but part of her managed. His
little ways of making her feel special overwhelmed her need to keep
fighting. This man knew her, heart and soul. She moved to spread
her thighs to let him in, but he held them shut between his
shoulder and his hand.

"Not yet, love." His tongue pressed in,
almost reaching her clit before withdrawing. His mouth opened wide
and he kissed her pussy lips like he'd kissed her mouth. His groan
sent vibrations over her sensitized little nub and he held her down
as her hips bucked. "Sweet. So fucking sweet."

She closed her eyes and pressed her head back
into the pillow as he released her. Her hands clawed at the sheets
above her head, wanting to be free to tangle in his hair. He
shifted until he was kneeling at the bottom of the bed. Curved his
hands under her knees. And lowered as he drew them apart.

Mouth and tongue and teeth covered her a
second before she came. She screamed as pleasure tore through her,
violent, merciless, slamming into her all over again before she
could catch her breath. His tongue filled her, dragging out several
more spasms, leaving her completely drained.

Not the first time he'd used his mouth on her
cunt, or made her come. Not the first time he'd tied her up and
taken control. But for some reason, this was very very different.
Which scared her to death. For the first time, she didn't even
consider
demanding he fuck her.

But she did have one last request.

* * * *

"Let me hold you. Please, just . . . just for
a minute . . . ?"

Dean smiled and climbed up to the top of the
bed to release her wrists. The restraints were good for getting
past all her walls, but in time he hoped to teach her what else
they were good for. Not now though. Now she needed something more
than dominance and submission. More than pleasure.

She needed to know he wasn't going
anywhere.

He laid still as she wrapped her arms around
his neck and settled her head on his shoulder. His dick throbbed
painfully, a result of denying himself any release all week, but he
ignored it. The feeling of her warm breath on his skin, her messy
hair tickling his neck and his cheek, of all her soft curves
relaxed against him—hell, he'd ride out the pain for this.

A little shift and a deep sigh told him she'd
likely fallen asleep again. His lips curved and he brought his head
up to kiss her hair.

Her wide open eyes stared up at him. "I'm
afraid."

His brow furrowed and his stomach muscles
clenched as he moved to sit up, but she pressed both hands down on
his chest.

"Listen, because I'll probably tell you I
hate you again tomorrow. You're good at pissing me off." She let
out a hollow laugh and shook her head. "But I'm afraid, really
afraid because I have
never
let myself feel this way about
anyone. I usually make a run for it when a man looks at me the way
you are, right now. But you won't let me run away, will you?"

"No." He slipped his hand alongside her
throat, digging his fingers into the nape of her neck as he drew
her down to taste her lips. "I won't."

Her eyes fluttered shut. "Good. Because I
can't promise I won't try."

"Try all you want." He raked his fingers
through her hair, then wound it around his fist. "You won't get
far."

"Mmm." She brought her lips down to his chin
and nipped as his jaw with her tiny teeth. "So, if I agree to be
your sub, does that mean I have to do whatever you say in the
bedroom? I can't get . . . ." Her fingernails lightly scratched his
chest and she sucked his earlobe between her lips. "Creative?"

He groaned, loosening his grip on her hair as
her knee bent over his thigh and she pressed her wet pussy against
him. "I won't object to creativity."

"Good." She crawled backwards, dragging her
nails over his abdomen, and gave him an impish grin as she gave the
head of his cock a chaste kiss. "Because I feel like I've been very
selfish. May I make it up to you by sucking your dick, Master?"

Cheeky little brat.
He laced his
fingers behind his head. "You may. But next time—ah, fuck!"

His dick twitched as her hot lips covered it
in one, smooth motion. He ground his teeth and watched her take him
in all the way and hold him there. The pressure from her throat
almost set him off and his balls tightened.

"Yes! Ah!" He grunted as she lifted, swirling
her tongue around and around before dropping again. The way her
eyes rolled back as she savored him told him she enjoyed this
almost as much as he did. He tried to distract himself by imagining
scenes where he could use this to his advantage. A hard suck tore
him from his thoughts of her kneeling, bound while he fucked her
face. If he let this go on, he wouldn't last.

He needed to take control. Of her and
himself.

"Slowly, Silver." He leaned up on one elbow
and put his hand on the back of her head, holding her down when she
took him in all the way. "Just like that. Fucking beautiful."

She didn't try to fight him, simply swallowed
and moved up at a torturously slow pace when he let her. Her tongue
flicked the tip of his dick and she gazed up at him
expectantly.

"Again, and use your teeth—gently, on the way
down. There's my good girl."

Guiding her pace brought his pleasure to a
tolerable level, and, if her wiggling hips were anything to go by,
ramped hers up. He thrust up once, surprising her, and held his
breath against the urge to come.

"Enough now." He grinned when she
automatically sat up and pouted at him. Time to rein her in a bit.
"Is that pretty pussy still wet, baby?"

A blush spread over her cheeks as she
nodded.

"I won't fuck you."

She scowled. "What the fuck is wrong with
you?"

He arched a brow.

"Sorry, Sir." She rolled her eyes. "Why won't
you fuck me?"

"Keep that up and I won't touch you again."
He frowned until she lowered her eyes. "Now, go get a condom from
your purse."

The confused look she gave him before
scrambling off the bed made him smile. Silver wasn't spoiled, not
really, but she was pampered and accustomed to instant
gratification. Denying her that would keep her off balance. And
likely keep things interesting.

She returned and perched on the edge of the
bed, fidgeting with the small square package. Her rumpled hair
covered her face, but he took note of the way she bit down on her
swollen bottom lip, like she wanted to speak and was trying very
hard not to.

"What is it, Silver?"

Her head shot up and her throat worked as she
swallowed. "Why do we need this if you won't . . . ."

"We will go together to get tested soon, but
until then, I think it's a good idea to use protection when I'm
inside you. Are you on birth control?"

Her lips parted in a wide O, then snapped
shut. She nodded.

"Was there something else?"

"You will be inside me?" She cringed as
though she'd said something stupid. "I mean, I thought you didn't
want to . . . ."

"I don't want to fuck you, sweetheart." He
lifted his hand to cup her cheek. "You've been fucked enough. Not
to say I won't take you hard, but I won't just be using your body
or let you use mine."

Her whole body shook. The concept seemed to
frighten her. But all she said was, "oh."

"Cover me and come here." He let his hand
drift down to her shoulder as she tore the package and rolled the
condom over his dick. As soon as she stretched out on the bed, he
pulled her against him so she lay on her side, in his arms, with no
pressure on her poor bruised butt and no way to escape. His hands
on her shoulders with his forearms braced against the length of her
back caged her well, and by her rapid little pants, she knew
it.

"Dean . . . ." Her hands flattened on his
chest as though she'd push him. Tears clung to her lashes. "Just do
it. Just—"

"Running already, pet?" He bowed to kiss her
eyes, her cheeks, her lips, spreading the salty moisture. "Open for
me. Take me inside you. Carefully. The cream may have numbed you
for a bit, but it won't last."

She gasped in a shaky breath and nodded. Her
knee rose over his hip as she slid her hand down and took him in
her fist. She shifted and brought him to her opening. Her eyes met
his as she moved her hand and let him slide into her.

"There we go." His words came out husky as he
filled her to the hilt. So fucking slick and hot. Consuming him. He
groaned as her quivering body pressed closer, testing his
endurance. Her feverish lips glided along his throat, right over
his hammering pulse. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled
the subtle fragrance of honey melon. He didn't speak again until he
had himself in hand. "Now move with me, little one."

For the first time since he'd known her,
Silver's movements were hesitant. Unsure. She tipped her hips
towards his, accepting him, but froze before he could drag himself
out. This was unfamiliar to her and she didn't seem to know what to
do.

Transferring one hand to the opposite
shoulder so his arm crossed her back, he dropped the other to her
knee and drew it up to his waist. Grinding into her slowly, he bent
down to whisper in her ear. "Just follow my lead."

She whimpered and clenched down on him. "Like
a dance?"

He smiled. "Yes, just like a dance, my little
dragonfly."

Silver twirled around her office, laughing
out loud. Perfect. Just perfect. All her plans for promoting the
team had panned out so far. Already they'd sold more season tickets
than any other season and she could take full credit. Three days of
working crazy hours had paid off.

Daddy is going to love this!

Flipping open her day planner, she picked up
a pen and put it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. The Cobras had
a week long preseason road trip, so the photo shoot would have to
be scheduled for next week . . . .

A sound from the door brought her head up.
Her face broke into a smile as Dean stepped into her office.
Wearing the new tie she'd bought him. No more no-nonsense black and
grey. Nothing extreme either, but forest green complimented his
eyes. Which ran over her now with such raw desire she wanted to
drag him into her office and get naked. They'd both been so busy
they'd done nothing but talk on the phone since this past
weekend.

She missed him. She missed talking about the
game while snuggling in bed, missed their debates over everything
from politics to the plots of the movies they watched—military
dramas which she surprisingly enjoyed. And the way he shut her up
with a kiss when she gloated about making a good point . . .

Never in her life had she felt this way about
anyone. Connected to them as a
whole
person. The sex was
amazing, and he aroused her by just looking at her, but she didn't
curse at him anymore to do her on the closest available surface
when he made her hot. Well, not
every time.
And a quickie
wouldn't hurt . . . .