Off Base (17 page)

She had one foot on the floor when a hand grabbed a fistful of her shirt and hauled her down on the bed. Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud. A woosh of air escaped her as Cullen loomed over her, larger than life, his shoulders rock solid and bunched with tension that undulated down to his taut biceps.

His hands flattened against the mattress on either side of her shoulders, his arms twin bands of muscle that effectively caged her in. Her stomach dipped and twisted at the sight of so much masculinity hovering on top of her.

She moistened her lips as she looked up into his shadowed face. His short hair hugged his scalp, accentuating his carved features. That face was like a damned Calvin Klein model. Hard lines and chiseled good looks. The throb at her core pulsed deeper.

She felt herself drowning in the liquid depths of his eyes. They devoured her, gleaming like pools of dark water. This was unknown territory. She had seen Cullen in action with other women. She knew that he could be intense and almost predatory, but she had never thought he would direct all that intensity on her.

He must be confused. Or still drunk. Yeah, that made sense. More sense than him looking at her like she was his next meal. That made zero sense.

“Cullen?” Her voice escaped in an embarrassing croak. She tried again, telling herself that this wasn’t weird. This was Cullen. Her friend. “Are you … drunk?”

“I’m sober enough.”

If he wasn’t drunk, then that meant she woke him up with her shameless bump and grind. Nice. That was only slightly mortifying.

The air crackled between them as she searched for words to explain herself. Maybe he hadn’t noticed what she was doing before she tried to slip out of bed. A girl could hope.

His gaze dipped, moving down the length of her. She became hyper-conscious of the cool air wafting around her exposed thighs. She didn’t need to glance down to know her flirty little skirt was sky-high to her hips and he had a view of her plain underwear. She flushed hotly. So boring. He was probably used to animal-print G-strings.

“You’re not going to run out of here and pretend you didn’t just back that ass into me.”

His voice was a growl and almost unrecognizable to her. This wasn’t her friend. It was a different Cullen.

A sound escaped her that sounded a lot like
omiphhhfttt
.

His gaze dipped again. He angled his head, studying her as though she were a specimen he had never seen.

Before she knew his intention, his hand came down and molded to her sex. She cried out at the contact. The firm press of his palm, the long fingers curling inward between her thighs, made her jump. His hand burrowed, gliding along the crease of her womanhood.

She whimpered, her hands stretching out at her sides and clutching the sheets. She parted her thighs in welcome, allowing him greater access and loathing the thin cotton barrier of her panties. His fingers rubbed, sliding against her until the friction became unbearable. She pushed herself against his fingers, hungry and seeking. His attention shifted back and forth from between her legs to her face, his expression fierce and concentrated.

That look should have frightened her, but she only wanted his fingers pressing deeper. She wanted her panties gone and his touch directly on her flesh, stroking her. Penetrating her.

Her eyes drifted shut at the near pain of her need.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his voice thick and hard.

Her eyes snapped open and her gaze settled on him.

“Do you like this?” he demanded, continuing his assault, rubbing his fingers against the crotch of her panties until she was soaking wet. His jaw was locked tight, his eyes hard obsidian.

She nodded, her hair tossing all around her.

“Say it. Tell me.”

“Y-yes. I like it.”

“What do you want, Huntley?” He twisted his wrist, pushing down against her clit with the base of his palm.

“This … harder … more.” Ever since she saw those handcuffs, she had been one aching ball of need.

A corner of his mouth curled upward in a look that could only be described as supreme satisfaction. Instead of giving her what she asked for though, he lifted his hand away. She cried out, leaning forward at the loss of his touch.

He settled his knees between her legs and shoved her back down with one hand on her shoulder. His face was closer now. Directly above her. Even in the gloom of the room she could make out the brackets on either side of his mouth.

She held her breath, waiting, knowing something was coming even if she didn’t know what. It occurred to her then that nothing with Cullen would be ordinary or expected. Even if her experience in the bedroom wasn’t so limited, he was a man out of her realm.

She parted her lips, moistening them with her tongue. His eyes followed the movement and seemed to gleam darkly bright.
He’s going to kiss me now
. He inched forth just a fraction, his mouth getting closer—

His fingers slapped her between the legs, coming down with a quick pat on her swollen sex.

A shudder wracked her and she moaned.

“You like that?” he asked against her ear.

She nodded and cried out as he swatted her sex again. The contact sent a bolt of sensation to her engorged clit.

“I warned you I was shit company, didn’t I?”

She nodded, incoherent sounds breaking loose from her throat.

“You shouldn’t be here, Huntley.” This time he targeted her clit, striking her with a series of flicks that shot sharp needles of desire straight through her.

She cried out, shaking. She was so close.

His big hands dove to her hips. He grabbed the sides of her underwear and slid them down her legs in one move. Cool air wafted over her weeping sex.

She felt his stare there, on her swollen center. He saw the evidence of what he did to her … how wet she was, how she ached for him.

A hissed breath of approval escaped him. “Huntley.” His voice sounded strangled. He placed a hand on the inside of each of her thighs, pushing her wide for him. “God, you’re so pretty.”

She’d never been so exposed in her life. Jackson never looked at her there.

Cullen lowered himself so she could feel his hot breath on her folds. “So fucking pretty, Huntley. Who knew you had such a sweet little pussy?”

Her breath fell in hard pants. She trembled, feeling his gaze like a touch and yet not. It wasn’t a caress, and she needed it to be. She needed it so,
so
badly.

He dragged a finger down her, barrier free, tracing her slit. She surged off the bed, her spine curving at this first contact. A rush of moisture rose to meet him, and he made a tsking sound of approval.

With the same finger, he found her clit and circled it softly. She writhed on the bed, dying as he teased and rolled that tight bundle of nerves.

“Cullen,” she begged.

“You’re going to have to say it, Huntley.”

She should have noticed something was off in his voice. That this wasn’t just hot-and-bothered Cullen, but Cullen on the edge of something dangerous. But she was too lost to the dark desire pumping through her to process. “Say w-what?”

“Say it,” he commanded, still stroking, but not exerting nearly enough pressure for her.

“H-harder.”

“Harder … what, Huntley?”

“Push harder!”

“Like this?” He pressed down, rolling the clit and then easing off again, treating her only to the softest touch.

She whimpered and bucked against his hand. He was deliberately denying her and it was killing her. That mouth of his kicked up at the corner again.

She growled in frustration and he chuckled lightly, the sound curling through her. “You’re going to have to talk. Tell me what you want, Huntley. Then maybe I’ll give you the mouth-fuck you want.”

She moaned. “You’re torturing me.”

He settled his hands on either side of her thighs and loomed over her like a hungry beast, the sinews in his arms and shoulders flexing. His gaze tracked down her body to her thighs before shooting back up to her face. “We’re just getting started.”

His hands circled her ankles and yanked her back down on the mattress, sending her skirt up to her hips again. The roughness of the move, his quickness in which his big hands slid up from her ankles to her thighs, should have alarmed her. Instead, a hot thrill chugged through her veins. His strength and power and intensity excited her.

His face lowered between her thighs, his hands splaying her wide open for him. A moan spilled from her when his mouth latched onto her clit with single-minded precision. Her arms stretched out at her sides, seeking a handhold and fisting in his sheets.
Ohmygodohmygod!
She arched as he devoured her like she was his last meal.

He sucked her clit into his warm mouth, laving the sensitive bud, lapping it furiously, flaying her with his tongue. When his teeth scraped the button, her body shuddered. Her hands flew off the bed, grabbing his head, fingers delving into his cropped hair.

“Cullen!” She tugged on his head “What are you doing?” She didn’t know what was happening. She felt like she was coming apart at the seams.

“I’m making you come,” he purred against her sex. “No boy ever made this pussy tremble?”

She clutched his scalp, whimpering as his mouth found the entrance to her sex. He thrust his tongue inside. It only added to the torment. She needed him there. She cried out, bucking against his lips, begging for as much.

He lifted his face on a growl.

He crawled back up her body like a stalking predator, snatching both her wrists and pinning them to either side of her head. She lost herself in his dark gaze as his hard body flattened against her, his muscled arms stretched above her, holding her in place, his chest flat over hers, crushing her breasts.

“I’m going to make you come, Huntley.” His rock-hard erection settled against her throbbing core.

She gasped at the sensation. Even with his briefs on, she could make out the huge ridge of him. It felt impossible, like it couldn’t possibly fit.

But she hungered for it. Wanted it. Her legs lifted of their own volition and wrapped around his waist, welcoming him in. She began rocking and grinding against his cock in a simulation of sex.

“God,” he gasped, dropping his mouth to the crook of her neck. “You’re begging for a hard fuck. How long has it been?”

“Too long,” she choked.

Was this it? Would her secret fantasy become a reality? Were they going to forget all the reasons why this couldn’t happen? She shook her head on the bed, lifting her hips.
Please. Yes.
It felt surreal. As though this were merely another fantasy and not something playing out in actuality.

She rotated her hips, moaning at the rub of his erection against that part of her where all sensation centered. This couldn’t only be to punish her. His cock was hard. He wanted her, too.

His briefs were damp from her, and she felt the head of him prod, so big and hard at her entrance. She thrust into him with a whimper, working her hips, hating that barrier, wishing it gone.

“God,” he gasped, thrusting and pushing his enormous erection into her, pinning her hands deeper into the mattress. “You want me naked, don’t you? I could be in you so fast, so deep. That’d finish you off, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes,” she choked, pleaded. That was what she wanted. He could do it. Take her. Fuck her. She couldn’t even think of anything else she wanted more.

“More,” she gasped, desperate for the pressure, something, anything, even the pop of his fingers against her over-sensitized nerves again.

She arched her spine, on the verge of tears. She still needed more. She lifted a hand, reaching for him, hoping to entice him inside her but he grabbed her hands and pushed them back on the mattress.

She gasped in pleasure at the feel of his heavy weight pressing her down on the bed. Her core was beneath his hard stomach. She would have preferred to feel his cock against her, but he didn’t seem willing to give her that.

“You don’t touch,” he commanded in a voice that sent shivers through her. She felt dominated and possessed in a way she never knew she even craved.

He released one of her wrists and slid a hand between them. Dark eyes fastened to her face, he ran a single finger against her wet folds.

She was making all kinds of embarrassing sounds now, lifting her hips for his questing fingers.

He impaled her with a finger, penetrating deep and curling his middle finger slightly inside her, hitting that place she never quite managed to reach on her own.

The shudders started again, working up from her toes, traveling to her core and out from every limb. She was close. So close. He withdrew that finger and plunged it back in again. “You’re so fucking tight, Huntley.” His thumb found her clit and he bore down on it as he worked a second finger inside her.

“Oh!” Everything squeezed tight and twisted, bursting into a thousand pinpricks of sensation as he stroked deep inside her, wringing out a shrieking orgasm from her body. Her vision grayed at the edges. She fisted the sheet as her climax ripped through her. She gasped, trying to recover her breath as she dropped back on the bed. She pressed a palm to her cheek, fighting to steady her racing pulse. Impossible.

Emotion surged through her and she wasn’t certain where it was coming from. Tears blurred her eyes and she blinked fiercely. With her freed hand, she lowered it to his bare shoulder, the muscled flesh slick and flexing under her palm.

Her body gradually floated back down, her pulse steadying.

Oh. My. God. What just happened?

She lifted her chin. Her gaze collided with Cullen’s. He still looked intense and fierce and a little frightening. She shifted slightly beneath him and felt his raging hard-on, still there, still very much unsatisfied against the inside of her thigh.

“Cullen…” She moistened her lips, unsure of herself.

Something flickered in his eyes. She held her breath, waiting for him to speak. To assure her that he was glad this had happened. That this was not the worst thing to happen to him in the history of ever. That he had wanted it.

That he wanted her.