My Wicked Valentine (Club Wicked 1) (20 page)

“But you will allow me to do as I see fit? To put anal beads
into that sweet, round ass?” He pushed his finger into her entrance and
groaned. “You are so hot and wet.”

“I— Oh God, I’ll do anything you ask, just please make me
come.”

His breath blew gently on the neatly trimmed curls over her
mound. “I like how you keep the lips of your pussy bare. It gives me such a
soft, smooth surface to touch.”

“I’m glad you like it, Master.” Right now she’d shave her
pubic hair into any shape he wanted if he would touch her more. “Please…I need
you.”

“How much?” He nuzzled his cheek on her inner thigh, and she
delighted in the scrape of his stubble.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone, ever.”

He kissed her inner thigh. “You are sweet.”

She protested when he stood, but he merely smiled and lifted
her into his arms before depositing her on the couch. The spreader bar made it
impossible to walk or close her legs, but that didn’t stop her from trying.
Being completely open to his gaze made her feel both aroused and uncomfortable.
Her mind shifted between the two feelings like a coin spinning on a table.

He shook his head and knelt before her. “You have a
beautiful pussy, and your clit is nice and hard for me, peeking past its soft
hood and begging for my mouth.” He placed a chaste kiss on her hip, then looked
up at her, capturing her with the honesty in his gaze. “Lovely.”

His words loosened the knot of anxiety and allowed her
desire to come roaring back to life. Moments before she’d felt awkward about
being in this position, but how could she be embarrassed when her body
obviously aroused him? He continued to hold her gaze, and the air became
charged between them, filled with unspoken pleas on her part and promises on
his.

“I can’t wait to taste you, but first, play with your nipples
for me. I want to see you touch those pretty tits.”

A groan rose from deep in her body, and she relaxed back
into the cushions. Normally she wasn’t one for dirty talk, but when Isaac did
it, the words inflamed her, made her wanton. She pinched her nipples between
her fingers and pulled on them, crying out as the sensation blended into the
empty ache of her body.

“Good girl. Now do it harder. Pretend it’s my hands on you,
my fingers tormenting you.”

“Oh fuck,” she gasped and did as he asked. Each tug and
pinch seemed to connect to her groin until it almost felt like she was touching
her clit each time she rolled her stiff peaks between her fingers. The
sensations soon became too much, and she rocked her hips as best she could.
“Please…Isaac.”

“Easy, Kitten. I intend to savor you, and no matter how
prettily you might beg, you aren’t going to force me to do anything. I’m in
charge of your pleasure. I make all the decisions. The only thing that I ask of
you is to sit back and feel. Shut that busy mind of yours down and focus on
your body.”

He trailed his fingers along the edge of her hip, barely
caressing her. A sizzling path of tingles followed in the wake of his stroke,
setting fire to her skin. She closed her eyes, unable to take the intensity of
his gaze. He made her feel so vulnerable, so needy. The pleasure from his touch
surely had to be addictive.

“Look at me.”

The command in his tone made her weak. Licking her suddenly
dry lips, she opened her eyes. He grinned at her, and she whimpered. There was
such decadent sensuality in his eyes. Everything about him was a visual feast,
from his perfect features to the light trail of dark hair leading down from his
chest to his cock. The thought of him being inside of her, taking her, had her
squirming.

Instead of lowering his head between her thighs like she
expected, he reached beneath her and grasped the bar resting against the lower
curve of her buttocks. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he jerked
her up and forward. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

A tremor shook her, and she was pretty sure if she became
anymore aroused, she’d have a stroke. With his help, she put one leg over each
of his shoulders. He maintained his grip on the bar beneath her and tugged her
toward him so that her bottom completely left the couch, and her weight was
balanced on her upper back and shoulders.

Holding her gaze he lifted her lower half using the spreader
bar and brought her aching sex up to his mouth. Then he ever so slowly licked
her from the entrance to her sheath all the way to her clit.

“You taste like the sweetest sin.”

She gripped the couch as he did it again. “Oh God, oh fuck.”

He smiled and nipped at her aching bud. “Eyes on me, Kitten.
I want you watching me enjoy myself.” He took another lick. “Delicious.”

Tracing his tongue along the seam of her sex, he growled.
That sound vibrated against her flesh. Her heels dug into his firm back, but
she couldn’t close her thighs. She couldn’t stop him from what he was doing and
had no choice but to enjoy the sensations his über-talented mouth was creating
between her legs.

So fucking hot.

His fingers flexed beneath her bottom, and he slowly rocked
her back and forth on his tongue, lowering and lifting her with the bar. She
fell into his rhythm, and her breathing grew short and uneven. Back and forth,
up and down, he tormented her flesh with an expert touch. Suddenly he held her
still and blew on her swollen sex, eliciting a groan.

“Do you want to come, Kitten?”

She tried to force her mind to think and her mouth to work,
but neither was responding. Instead she nodded and groaned.

He chuckled and let go of the bar, instead supporting her
weight by cupping her bottom. “I love a woman with curves, with softness to
grab and hold on to.”

He squeezed hard, and she bit her lower lip. Without
preamble he lowered his head and began to suckle on her clit. A roaring wave of
heat screamed through her body. Every single muscle from her head to her toes
tensed. He rubbed his tongue up one side, then down the other of her pulsing bud,
then sucked again. The way he tormented her, it was like he knew her body
better than she did.

“
Dios mío, eres tan
bueno
.”

Words spilled from her in a torrent of incoherent whispers.
Her mind had gone on vacation, leaving behind her ravenous libido to run
things. She’d do anything he asked, anything as long as he would give her an
orgasm.

His teeth grazed her hood, and she groaned in frustration.
“Do you know how sexy it is to hear you speak in Spanish when you’re aroused?
Music to my ears.” He flicked her clit, and she jumped in response. “And the
Dom in me loves it when you surrender to me. I can do anything I want to you
because you trust me. You’ve pleased me very much.”

Unable to face the intensity of his gaze, she closed her
eyes and stroked her breasts, knowing he liked that. Being aware that she was
bringing him pleasure was almost as great of an aphrodisiac as receiving, and
she quickly approached her orgasm at the first brush of his lips.

“You can come for me now, Kitten. And I want you to scream
while you do it.”

Before she could take a breath, he penetrated her with two
fingers and sucked on her clit. She exploded around him, her orgasm turning the
world a brilliant white behind her eyelids. It flowed through her like a flash
flood, sweeping away every thought and filling her with joy until she thought
she might burst. He continued to lightly suckle her flesh. She twitched and
moaned beneath his onslaught, whispering his name over and over again.

Isaac, her Isaac.

The taste of Lucia—red wine with a hint of salt—filled his
mouth. Delicious. He could feast on her all day, but his little Kitten was
looking a bit shell-shocked. She stared up at him with wide, dark eyes while
her magnificent breasts trembled with each breath. The vulnerability in her
expression stirred feelings in him he thought he’d gotten rid of. He pulled
back from her swollen and hot pussy, aching inside to burry himself in her. But
he couldn’t. No, sex with Lucia would lead to complications he couldn’t afford
right now.

She was off-limits.

He unbuckled her thighs and placed a kiss on each, rubbing
his face against the warmth of her skin. She was so smooth, so lush. Touching
her was like running his hand over an expensive bolt of the finest silk. Her
leg shook as he nipped her tender skin, and he smiled, loving how responsive
she was. Her reactions weren’t contrived or forced. He’d forgotten how nice it
was to have a woman who was new to the lifestyle.

Removing the spreader bar from behind her legs, he massaged
her tense muscles, and her whole body melted into the couch. If he wasn’t
mistaken, his Kitten was purring with pleasure. With great reluctance he
removed her legs from his shoulders. She stirred and gave him a blissful grin.

“Wow.” The breathless and husky sound of her voice made his
balls draw up tight. “Thank you.”

She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her face against
his chest. He was used to being the one who initiated all the moves, so her
honest response knocked him off balance. She was so soft and warm; there was no
way he couldn’t return her open affection. She began to place soft kisses all
over his chest, then paused to lick at his nipple. “You made me feel so good.
Now let me make you feel good, Master.”

Irritated by the emotions flooding his body, he stood up and
pulled her off the couch until she was on her knees before him. There, now
things were back like they were supposed to be. He intended to be rough and
crude to break the forbidden connection between them, but instead he said, “You
have no idea how much you please me, Kitten.”

A wicked gleam entered her eye, and she licked her lips.
“Your Kitten wants some cream.”

Her saucy comment startled a laugh out of him, but he placed
a hand on her shoulder to keep her from bringing those full, fuckable lips near
his cock. “I want you to swallow every drop, to suck me dry. I’m going to fuck
your face, Kitten, and come down that smooth throat of yours.”

She gasped, and her hips tilted forward. Well, it looked
like Ms. Lucia needed another orgasm. He loved a woman with the stamina to keep
up with him. He wrapped his fist into her silken hair and held his cock steady
with the other. Carefully, he guided her head to his erection and groaned when
she licked at the tip. This was torture, absolute torture.

With a happy sound, Lucia opened wide and began to inch him
into the hot, wet confines of her mouth. He loved the feeling of how her small
hands encircled his dick as she suckled on the head, doing a little swirling
motion with her tongue that drove him wild. Then she squeezed the base of his
shaft hard and fit as much of him into her mouth as she could, gagging
slightly. God dammit, her throat convulsing against the sensitive head of his
cock almost made him shoot right there and then.

Using her hair, he pulled her back and tried to cool down.
Coming in her mouth thirty seconds after she touched him so wasn’t going to
happen. “Lick my balls.”

The soft stroke of her small tongue against his sac made him
shudder. She licked him as if cleaning him, leaving no part of his sensitive
flesh untouched. He tugged on her hair, and she licked her way up to his shaft,
moaning deep in her throat as she traced the veins with the tips of her
fingers. Her light, teasing touch almost undid him, but he wasn’t finished with
her yet.

He wanted to fuck her so badly, but he just couldn’t. It
wouldn’t be fair to her. That would only encourage her to think that there
might be something more than just sex between them, because he sure as fuck
couldn’t be inside of her and hide his fucked-up feelings. It wouldn’t be right
to be buried balls-deep in her hot pussy, to feel her clench him as she came
again and again. She was addictive, and right now he was skating on the edge of
becoming a full-blown junkie. Dragging her up by her hair, he forced her to
stand and tilted her head before kissing her. Her full lips parted for him, and
he nibbled on her lower lip while she cried out and rubbed her hips against his
erection.

Not breaking their kiss, he led them back to the couch, and
he released her hair. She stared up in him with wonder shining in her dark
eyes. Dammit, when she looked at him like that, it made him feel ten feet tall,
like he could and would conquer the world to keep the woman in his arms safe
and happy. He sat on the couch and patted his knee.

“Come here and straddle me.”

She hesitated and twisted her fingers together. “Do you have
protection?”

“I’m not going to fuck you, Kitten.” Every time he said
that, it sounded less like he meant it. “Besides, I’m tested regularly and
always use protection.” He licked his lower lip, and her eyes followed the
movement of his tongue. The taste of her was still fresh in his mouth and sent
a carnal bolt of lust to his loins. “And I know from the medical records that
you submitted as part of your forms for Wicked that you are clean and on birth
control.”

She moved a step closer and stood in between his legs. He
closed his thighs and trapped her there. “While my mind seems to disappear when
I’m around you, I would never do anything to endanger you.” He opened his
thighs. “Now straddle me.”

The silken glide of her skin over his legs was both heaven
and hell. He was determined to get her off one more time before he came. Later
they’d work on seeing how many orgasms she could have in one night.

The shift of her hips broke his thoughts, and his cock
rested between his stomach and her pelvis. He grasped her waist and pulled her
closer until their lips were almost touching. Her soft pants warmed his mouth,
and her pussy was soaking his lap. She was so very, very wet. He loved it.

“Now, I want you to stroke yourself up and down my dick. Rub
that sweet little pussy all over me, but do not sheathe me.”