ROAR (53 page)

“Bend your knees and open for me, Sprite.”

She slid her feet up the mattress until her knees were tented and spread apart. His gaze went to her genitals. He’d seen them before, but tonight was different. With her hands restrained, he wouldn’t be asking her to pleasure herself—and he’d touched her earlier on the balcony. The opening of her vagina spasmed.

“You’re clenching in anticipation.”

Was he going to reprimand her for anticipating? How could she not?

Instead, he knelt on the floor and leaned on his elbows to get a closer look. Dressed still in dress shirt, tie, and slacks, she almost came just from having had this fantasy so many times before.

Don’t stop now, Sir. Please don’t leave me hanging like this!

He continued to stare at her. “Beautiful. So incredibly perfect.”

She flushed at his praise—or perhaps it was because of his up-close-and-personal scrutiny.

His fingers spread open her lower lips, and he continued to stare.

Please, Sir! Make it so!

She wouldn’t beg out loud, though. For him to get this close was a huge step. Just when she thought he’d release her and instruct her to masturbate, his head leaned closer, closer, until the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit. Her hips and pelvis tilted upward to give him better access, only causing him to stop and pull back.

“I want you to concentrate on keeping your ass on the bed. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded then remembered he wanted her to speak her responses aloud. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He wasted no time placing his tongue on her, but this time avoided direct contact with her clit. His tongue laved the sides, teasing her to distraction, and then slid lower to press into her vagina. She clenched her muscles on his tongue, causing him to chuckle and withdraw. But he entered her again, and it took every ounce of discipline to keep her butt on the mattress.

By not moving around, though, he was able to target where he wanted his tongue to touch her, making it that much more powerful.

All too soon, he pulled away, resting his head against her inner thigh. His breathing was rapid and shallow. Was he going to stop now? Was he remembering Tori?

While not surprising, given this was the first time he’d gone down on a woman since… Still, she didn’t want him to be thinking of anyone else right now.

“Roar, Sir,” she began, hoping to bring him back to her. He opened his eyes and looked at her, a crooked smile on his face. “Are you okay?” If she weren’t in restraints, she’d have stroked his hair to comfort him.

He nodded curtly.

“You don’t have to do this if—”

He cut off her words. “Don’t top me, Pamela.” His rebuke and reverting to her real name made her realize she’d been about to do just that. Instead, she waited for him to compose himself and decide what
he
wanted to do.

“Don’t move or make a sound—until you come. Understand?”

Oh, yes!
“Yes, Sir!”

He smiled and his head lowered again, his thumbs spreading her open as his tongue continued to work her into a frenzy. He played around her clit without touching it directly until she was ready to scream in frustration. Then one long finger slid inside her.

Don’t buck!

It was all she could do not to ride his finger, but her reward for staying still was another finger inside. He pumped them in and out, watching the motion a few times before he met her gaze.

“Come for me, Sprite.”

His tongue flicked against her clit as his third finger joined the other two and pushed deep into her. Instead of pulling out, they curled around and stroked her G-spot. An involuntary spasm raised her pelvis toward him, but he must have assumed she’d begun to come. And she really was close. He didn’t slow down his tongue or fingers as the crescendo built.

“I’m going to come!”

His fingers alternated between pumping in and out and pressing against that sweet spot deep inside, and his tongue didn’t let up on its assault, either. She began to buck up and down, simulating the sex act, as she rode the crest.

“Oh, yes! Don’t stop! Oh, my God!”

She soared over the summit and continued to revel in the incredible feeling as he slowed down his movements, but continued to touch her. When her clit became too sensitive, she wanted to beg him to stop, but groaned instead, hoping he’d understand how hypersensitive it was.

Her heart pounded as he pulled his face away, but his fingers remained in her, filling her. Making her want more.

She panted, her chest heaving as she tried to take a deep breath. When she glanced down at him, he was smiling at her in triumph.

“That was absolutely incredible, Sir.”

“For me, too.” He withdrew his fingers and hand and stood. Was this it? He didn’t want something in return for what he’d given her? It wasn’t her place to suggest that she knew what he needed or wanted, but clearly, judging by the tent in his pants, he needed relief, too.

He circled the bed again and began removing the restraints. She tried to hide her disappointment.

Give him time.

He’d taken a giant leap tonight. She wouldn’t push him. Perhaps they’d snuggle now. Maybe he’d let her stroke him, even if he didn’t want to come.

He moved the chair away and helped lift her into a sitting position. He leaned closer and pressed his wet lips against hers, allowing her taste herself on his lips as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth. His kiss didn’t seem to signal that they’d finished.

As she suspected, he took her arms and guided her to her feet.

“Undress me.”

Don’t think about how far he intends to take this tonight. Just follow one instruction at a time.

She tugged his now-loosened tie through the starched collar and tossed it on the bed. Next, she released the second button, because he’d already undone the first one at dinner. Unbuttoning his shirt from this side wasn’t a challenge at all, and she smiled. When she’d undone the last one, she reached for his belt and drew the end through the loop before releasing the prong.

Slowly, she tugged on the buckle, taking one step and then two backwards as she met his gaze and released the belt from the pants loops. She tossed it on the bed with the discarded tie and closed the gap between them again. Starting with his left arm, she removed the cuff link and moved to the right one and did the same. Taking more care with these, she walked over to the dresser and laid them beside her jade jewelry.

Pamela smiled as she returned to where he stood and hooked a thumb inside each of the flaps of his shirt, unhurriedly sliding it over his shoulders and down his arms, taking in the view of his bare chest. No tee. Perfect. She loved his chest, especially his pectorals.

She longed to lean forward and take one of his nips into her mouth, but hadn’t been instructed to do anything but undress him yet. No topping from the bottom. This was his scene to control.

She
was his to control, as well.

She removed the shirt, folded it, and laid it on the bed before turning her attention to his pants once more. No sooner had she placed her hands on the button than he halted her with, “Shoes and socks first.”

He crossed over to the bed and sat down. “Kneel, eyes on my feet,” he ordered. She did so, unlacing first one shoe then the other. Slipping each off in turn, she placed them neatly at the side of the bed. Then came the socks. She tucked them inside the shoes and awaited his next command.

But it didn’t come. He sat silently. She was tempted to look up and meet his gaze, but hadn’t been given permission to do so. Something told her he needed his space right now, so she remained patient, sitting back on her heels and staring at his feet. Strong veins crisscrossed the dorsal surface of his feet.

This isn’t another anatomy class, Pamela.

He stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips. He pressed his thumb between her lips, and she accepted it inside her mouth. Should she suck on it? Simulate going down on him? Was this a test to see whether she’d please him at the risk of being accused of topping? Should she wait for him to tell her exactly what he wanted her to do?

She waited.

His thumb retreated until it almost left her mouth then pushed it back inside. Slowly, he pressed deeper inside. It had been a long time since she’d gone down on a man. Would she be able to please him if he asked her to tonight?

As Roar pulled his thumb completely out of her mouth, she gave him a parting kiss. He stood and faced her, his crotch at eye level. “Now, the pants.” When she reached out to steady herself on the mattress in order to stand, he added, “Remain on your knees.”

She needed to listen more carefully to his explicit instructions and not try to anticipate what he wanted her to do.

Extending her hands, she undid the button on his waistband. His erection strained against the zipper, and she longed to stroke him, but would only do what he’d told her to do. She carefully lowered the zipper, in case he went commando, but quickly revealed his boxers just as he had worn the other night.

Hooking her thumbs in the waistband this time, she slowly lowered his slacks. His cock sprang free of its confines, but still remained covered by his underwear. When he lifted one foot, she slipped the pant leg off and then did the same with the other. She smoothed and folded them neatly before placing them on the mattress with the rest of his clothes.

Turning toward him again, she waited, her gaze riveted to the tent made by his erection. She licked her lips, hoping he would allow her to pleasure him tonight, but oral sex might not be something he was ready for.

Uncertain what to do, she waited for instructions. He hadn’t asked her to remove the boxers yet, so she did nothing.

Roar cleared his throat. “Take out my cock.”

Smiling, she pulled his cock out of the opening. The plum-colored head stood erect and enticing.

“Kiss my cock.”

Needing no further encouragement, she leaned in.

K
ristoffer’s heart pounded as he watched her mouth move closer to his throbbing cock. Something had broken loose inside him when he’d brought her to orgasm. He hadn’t planned to ask her to go down on him tonight, but it had been so bloody long. Now, he couldn’t wait for her to finish him off. If he couldn’t let himself be vulnerable to her in this way, he’d go home to Denver and sink back into the hole he’d been buried in for years. Tonight was one of letting go of the past and embracing the future.

To ground himself, he reached out and stroked her hair. It had been such a long time for him.

Focus on the present.

He wanted more. Touching her hair again, he said, “Worship my cock, Sprite.”

As though straining on a tight leash until this moment, eager to be turned loose, she smiled up at him. “I’ll give it all I’ve got, Roar, Sir.”

She kissed his cock open-mouthed.

For the little imp to quote Scotty at a time like this was… He smiled. As always, she gave him just what he needed. His stress evaporated.

Wrapping her lips around the pulsating head, she first licked the underside. Maybe he hadn’t slowed this down at all, because he nearly exploded in her mouth right then. To savor this incredible moment—he didn’t want this to come to an end anytime soon—he went over Gunnar’s stock portfolio in his mind. But her amazing mouth wasn’t to be ignored. She took his cock deeper inside then pulled back repeatedly. A few times he hit the back of her throat, which only made him crave more, but he let her determine how deep she took him.

No longer dictating her actions—and needing to ground himself again—he said, “Look at me, Sprite.” She stared up at him with those sexy green eyes, his cock held between her lips and the hint of a smile on her face. “You know what to do. You know what I need. Show me.”

Yes, definitely a smile. Her eyes twinkled as she maintained her gaze on him while taking him so deep into her mouth that his head rammed the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her shoulders heaving as she eased off him, before taking him even deeper.

“Feels so good, Sprite.” He closed his eyes, and she began to piston faster. When he thought he might lose it, he placed his hand on the top of her head to slow her movement and set a new pace.

Breathing hard, after a few moments, he released her head. Her face moved closer to the base of his cock. This time when she gagged, she didn’t back away, but closed her eyes and held it until she became accustomed to his length and girth inside her mouth.

“No rush. We have all night.”

Empowered by his words, he supposed, she braced her hands on his hips and inched him into the canal of her throat. Only letting the first couple of inches of him enter her throat, her muscles squeezed at his head as her tiny body convulsed with each thrust in an attempt to push him out. Already fighting the urge to come, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he hadn’t confirmed that swallowing his cum was something she’d want to do. Too late for negotiations, he held her head and pulled out, grabbing his cock in his hand and pumping.

“Play with my balls.”

With the perfect amount of pressure—not too bold, not too meek—she cupped him in one hand while the other wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed, matching the rhythm of his strokes, as though sheathing him in her tight vagina.

“I can’t hold back, Sprite.”

She smiled her encouragement, flicking her tongue to try and make contact with his throbbing cock. He’d warned her, but she hadn’t halted her delicious ministrations. Her silent consent was what he’d been waiting for. He exploded, and his semen spilled onto her face and breasts. When her tongue ventured out to lap up some of it, even more erupted onto her. He pumped harder and gave her everything he had.

Realizing she still held onto his testicles, a little more tightly than was comfortable in their current state, he tried to brush her hand away, but she continued to stroke him a moment longer.

He reached into the pocket of his folded pants and pulled out his clean handkerchief to wipe her face. “That was better than anything I could have dreamed of.” He helped her to her feet. “Now, why don’t we go shower before sitting out on the balcony for some aftercare?”