Retribution (24 page)

She gasped and breathlessly called his name as he toyed with her nipples. He grazed them with his nails and then licked to ease the sting. Her furled flesh beckoned his tongue, and he paid them the homage they deserved.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked as he left one nipple to lightly bite the other.

Rubbing the neglected one between his thumb and forefinger, he held her gaze as her pelvis tilted up, searching.

The light scars from her ordeal with el-Din’s henchman littered her upper body. Rage filtered through him as he kissed each one. Random and interspersed over her upper torso and breasts, each one was a measure of her strength and courage. The plastic surgeon at Emory had removed the worst of them, but she hadn’t wanted them all removed. She’d wanted to leave them as reminders she’d survived hell.

He watched her eyes flare and cheeks rouge as lust took her over. “Oh yes, you do like that, don’t you,
mo ghrá
? Tell me, will you like it as I lie between those pretty thighs and lick and touch you there?”

He lifted up, grabbed her pajama bottoms, and his heart stopped beating.

Lace covered her woman’s flesh, but her scent called to him. He slid down her body and let his broad shoulders stretch her. When he touched her through the barrier of her lace panties, she gasped and lifted up on her elbows to watch.

She was so warm. Dray wanted to sink into her. He pressed his pelvis against the bed to ease the pressure in his dick, groaning when it did nothing. He couldn’t stand being away from her. Drawn by the need in her eyes that was mirrored in his soul, he suckled her through the lace and lightly ground his mouth against her clit. Her eyes drifted shut as a smile of pure carnal delight painted her lips.

He could taste her, the flavor as elusive as her scent but no less a kick in his gut. He wanted to taste her flesh, not the lace between them. As she writhed on the bed, pleasure shot like lightning through his body. Her moans, flushed chest, and clenched hands guided his way, telling him she was in the throes of the same passion he was. It was a maelstrom he felt compelled to ease.

He pressed his tongue against her clit and suckled. The lace was soaked from his mouth and her need, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head when she dug her hands into his hair. She burned, and it was his duty to quench her fire.

“Please,” she begged.

He pushed the offending lace to the side, baring her pretty pussy to his gaze. So fucking beautiful. Dray’s lips whispered against her down-covered lips, and he flicked her clit with his tongue. Over and over he tortured the nub, suckling and licking, biting and kissing. A swipe down her cleft, a tongue sent deep, and he was tasting her, bringing her closer to ecstasy. She pulled his hair and tightened her thighs on his head, and still he continued until the fine tremble in her legs became a wave that crested.

And he was right there, loving her through it, sipping of her flesh and knowing he’d brought her pleasure. She called his name as she tumbled headlong into release. He slid back up her body to hover over her.

“Dray,” she breathed, staring into his eyes, unable to say anything else.

She met his gaze so proudly, not an ounce of shame on her face.

Staring at her gold-colored orbs was like falling into the finest scotch. Her reaction would be emblazoned on his memory forever. He saw the wonder on her face but didn’t stop to examine it too closely. He was too focused on making her come again and again and again.

He glanced down at her and lost himself. When she reached up to bring him down to her, he knew he wasn’t going to be the same after tonight.

*

Sasha watched him as he watched her. Biting her lower lip between her teeth, she ran her hands over his shoulders, arms, abdomen, anywhere she could reach. The play of his muscles beneath the burnished tone of his skin had her hands itching to touch him as he’d touched her. Could she make him writhe in need?

“Touch me,
cheannsa
. Feel what you do to me.”

He guided her hands down his torso, and she almost resisted when they reached his shaft. Sucking in a sharp breath, he wrapped her hand around him and groaned. He needed her to relieve his need. As he’d relieved hers.

“Stroke me,” he urged.

She kept her gaze locked on his face and gave herself over to the sheer joy of touching him. She stroked him from base to tip, gauging what he liked best, until he finally rolled over onto his back and pulled her astride him.

She wanted to weep in joy because then it was her moving up his body, hands massaging rock hard shoulders and pecs. She moved her hands in circles, feeling the firmness of his flesh beneath her palms as she watched for what made him feel best. Sasha might be a novice, but she was tuned in to him, somehow knowing instinctively how to please this man. His gaze never left hers, and he whispered encouraging, erotic words that made her vagina weep and clench in need.

She grew bolder and leaned over him as if she was going to kiss him, only to move away and place the kiss beside his mouth. Moving down his neck, she returned each lick he’d given her and followed his groans. His nipples drew her attention, and she licked and pulled at the nubs, watching his abs flex. Heat sang through her again as his erection prodded her clit, huge and insistent. She rocked over him, moving sinuously as she had on the dance floor just the night before. Every brush of her clit against his shaft sent pleasure zinging through her.

“Yes baby, like that,” he encouraged her. His jaw was tense, teeth locked as he held himself back.

She had work to do. He’d taken care of her, and even though she was new to the play, she wanted to do the same for him. She continued her path, lifting herself off of him to kneel between his legs as he’d done to her.

Having never before come this close to a man’s flesh, she took her time learning the nuances of Dray’s body. The hair at his groin was a darker brown color than his hair. His cock was a beautiful instrument, made, she fancied, to fit just right inside of her. It was large, that much she knew, because her two fists stacked on top of one another didn’t cover it from base to tip. It was heavily veined and a purple-red color on the head that told her the extent of his need. He was a prime male specimen, and he was presently at her mercy.

“Tell me, sugar,” she asked in her best Southern siren voice. “What do you want me to do with this?”

It was all an act, because, again, she had no experience. She knew what she was going to do, but he seemed to really like it when she talked to him.

“Put your mouth on me before I lose my mind,” he ordered her gruffly.

His gaze followed her every movement. He stacked pillows behind his head, raising himself up to watch her exploration.

Slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, she smiled at him, feeling feminine power course through her bloodstream. And she licked him from the base of his shaft to the tip, where she swirled her tongue as if tasting the greatest of treats. Small drops of precum beaded the head of his cock, and she greedily licked them up. He grabbed her head with one big hand and the base of his cock with the other and moved her toward him.

“Take it all, don’t tease me,
leanbh
. Suck me,” he demanded in a deep, gravelly voice.

She did what he asked. His words enflamed her, and she allowed herself to be pushed down by his hand. She had no idea how she managed it, but she was able to overcome her gag reflex and take him halfway down her throat.

“
A Dhia dhilis!
Yes, baby, just like that. Fuck yes,” he groaned as if in pain.

His glittering eyes told her a different story.

She loved the control she had at that moment. Even with him setting the pace with his hand on her head, she knew that she was the one bringing him such exquisite pleasure.

Sweat poured off his face, and she knew he was so close. On instinct she reached down with her free hand and grasped his testicles, squeezing them softly and using her nails to score him there. That was all it took.

“Get up baby, I’m coming,” he commanded in harsh voice.

She wasn’t going to end it that way. He needed to know he was hers, that she was willing to take all he had to give. She recognized deep inside herself that this act would cement her relationship with him. She couldn’t have pulled away if she had wanted to. She wanted all of him, not just the nice, safe parts. Not just the parts she knew about. She wanted everything.

His flavor exploded in her mouth, and it seemed that his bellow took down the rafters as she sucked him dry, taking his essence into her body and loving every second of it.

His chest heaved as if he’d just run a race, and she licked her lips, tasting him there and wanting more. Even as the thought formed, heat made its way up her chest and into her cheeks. She gasped as she saw his cock growing hard again, and he chuckled as her eyes widened.

Now would be a good time to tell him, Sasha.

With a low laugh, he asked her, “What is it, baby? Did you expect that to be the end?”

“Um, probably?” she half questioned, half stated.

“Well, then allow me to introduce you to a new way of doing things. The way you and I will do things. I have a feeling I will always be at the ready when it comes to you, Sasha. Do you know the things I want to do to you? Come here, baby, let me show you.”

He reached for her, but she panicked.

She shook her head. Reality had intruded when she’d seen him growing hard again. He wasn’t going to settle for play anymore; he was going to expect her to follow through with everything. She didn’t know what else to do. She had to tell him before it was too late. Their loving had gotten out of control quickly, and she hadn’t had time to talk to him. The only thing on her mind a few minutes ago was having him. She wanted guilt to play no part in their relationship. She also wanted some kind of assurance that the feelings she had for him were reciprocated.

Slowly, she backed away from him, up and off the bed. Standing completely nude with the exception of her tiny lace panties, she held her hands out in front of her. She felt hemmed in all of a sudden and unable to do what needed to be done.

Her panic encompassed reality, and before she could rein in her mouth, she blurted out, “I’m a virgin!”

His eyes widened as she slapped a hand over her wayward mouth. She perceived his response as horror, felt his shock as disgust, and then turned and ran out of the room.

Sasha slammed and locked the door before she slid down it and buried her face in her hands.

She groaned. “Great job, Sash! Just beautiful. Way. To. Go. If you wanted to run him off, you probably just succeeded.”

She banged her head softly against the door and continued to mutter to herself, alternately wondering why he wasn’t coming after her and then beating herself up for telling him about her virginal status like a little ninny.

Hell, she wanted to gift him with her virginity, not strangle him with it. He might not want what she had to offer. What if he didn’t feel anything but physical things for her? She took a deep, shuddering breath.

No, better she had told him. But why had she run out afterward? She was proud of her virginity. Proud that she’d held onto it to give to a man she loved. Of course, the very nature of her virtue meant that she wasn’t well-versed in the rules and etiquette of lovemaking.

But to just blurt it out? Geesh almighty, what a moron I am.

She punctuated each word with a palm smack to her forehead. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!”

“You aren’t stupid,
cheannsa
.”

Her head snapped up. He was so…much. Everything she’d always wanted. And still so very naked. She licked her dry lips and willed moisture into her mouth.

“Wha—? How—?”

His gaze stroked over her, leaving no place untouched. Then he sighed. Loudly.

“We have connecting bathrooms. I came in through there. Now, about this whole stupid business, it’s not you who’s stupid, it’s me. I should have realized from the first that you were inexperienced. But you blew my mind in there, and I got carried away. Hell, you always have me off kilter, but I should have recognized the signs. I should be apologizing to you.” He rubbed a hand down his face and said, “Come here.” He reached for her hand and pulled her up to him. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

Her heart dropped. “Scare me? Yeah, um, no, scared isn’t the term I would use. Now if you were to say hot or turned on like an oven—oh shit, what about the food in the oven?” she asked in alarm, switching topics so fast her head spun.

Her hands, completely of their own accord, kneaded the muscles of his chest. She wanted to purr.

He cocked his head and stared at her. “It was set on a timer. I can get around a kitchen. Now let’s go back to the whole hot and turned on thing. Have you ever been with a man in any form?”

Okay, forget purring. She wanted to roar. “Yes, Daddy. I know what a penis looks like.” She wanted to draw the words back as soon as she uttered them. She was mad at herself, not Dray.

“Just answer my questions, Sasha,” he said, exasperation riding his tone like a wave.

She snorted. He did exasperation a lot around her. Her chest and face were hot, but she pulled up her big-girl panties and said, “Yes, I have kissed and even been to second base.” In a grudging admission, she amended wryly, “At least, I think it was second base.”

He stroked up and down her back, and she curved into every touch. Damn he knew her buttons.

“Define second base,” he urged.

She tried to climb into him and hide. “What is this? Have you suddenly become my confessor? I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not Catholic.”

“Answer the fucking question, Sasha.”

His impatient tone pricked her, bit deep. “You didn’t ask a
fucking
question. You said, and I quote, ‘Define second base.’ Hell, maybe that is a
fucking
question.”

He grunted. Another response she got a lot of from him.

“I’m making an effort here, so before I get frustrated, and around you that happens pretty
fucking
easily, I’m going to call a time-out.”