Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline) (11 page)

Addison immediately thumbed on her phone and Fox caught the blur of pictures scrolling past. “This.”

She showed the picture to Loke and he grunted his approval. “Where?”

“My back.”

Loke nodded. “Is this your first?”

“Yes. But I’m not a pussy.”

Fox chuckled. The way Loke grinned at him, he probably assumed they’d played way more than they had. From what he’d seen so far, Addison was a masochist, but now he wondered just how far that went.

Fox held out his hand for her phone and looked at the black and white picture on the screen. Several gears fit together, and the inside of the gears were patterned with mandala-like intricacies that were somehow both nerdy and feminine. It was perfect for Addison. A nod to engineering and cars.

“I’ve wanted this tattoo since I was twelve,” she said.

Twelve? Just how much of a secret badass was this girl? “You wanted a tattoo when you were twelve? Shouldn’t you have been . . . playing with dolls or something at that age?”

A shoulder rose in a negligent half shrug. “I did that, too, but my Barbies were bank robbers who drove fast cars.”

He snorted. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Didn’t you want a tattoo when you were twelve?”

“Maybe of Super Mario or Michelangelo.”

“The painter?”

“The turtle.”

She grinned at him, and then stood on her toes, peering around curiously as if he’d brought her to Disneyland. “I’d bitch about this being an expensive and wildly inappropriate date, but I want this tattoo too much to object. You’re so getting laid after this.”

“I would have gotten laid sooner if we didn’t have this appointment.”

She squeezed his hand hard and looked up at him with undisguised lust. “You do realize this is the best date I’ve ever been on, even before the sex.”

He sighed as though she were pushing her luck. “You expect me to put out, too?”

“What?” she asked innocently. “You didn’t expect to get out of fucking me just because you’re spending money on me and let me drive your car, did you?”

Get out of it? She’d be lucky if he didn’t drag her down a deserted hotel hallway after this.

The sound of Loke’s deep laughter still rang in Addison’s ears as Fox led her down the deserted hallway toward the room number on the key, but she couldn’t find it within herself to care that he knew what she and Fox were about to do.

Fox had bossed her through the whole tattoo, making her stay still while Loke’s machine had sewn the ink into her skin. She’d twitched once and the large men had turned it into an opportunity to offer to hold her down.

But it was Fox’s constant attention that had her so damn horny she could barely walk. He hadn’t done anything sexy to her during the tattoo, but between what had happened before they got here and the fact that he was pure, unadulterated hot, she was a complete mess. Her shoulder blade burned and her mind swam with giddy euphoria.

“Why was Loke laughing at me when we left?”

“He was laughing at me,” Fox grumbled. “He suggested that maybe I needed them to hold you down while I fucked you too.”

“So what’s the problem?” she asked innocently. “You like tying me up. Having them hold me down wouldn’t be that different.”

“Don’t even go there, little girl.”

She smiled up at him and he arched a brow.

“You were moaning like you were getting off on it.”

Getting off on it? Well, maybe a bit, but he didn’t need to know that. “I was not!” Had she been? She didn’t remember any porn star vocal sequences, so he had to be teasing her. Either that or he’d been horny and misreading every sound she made. “Quit fucking with me.”

“You sounded like you were going to come. Every guy in the shop wants to stick his dick in you now.”

“They do not. Not for real.” The alternative was too intimidating to consider. She liked excitement, but she had limits. Three men at once—let alone large, mean-looking men—weren’t her idea of a fun time. She didn’t even want to contemplate it.

Fox was walking so fast she was practically jogging to keep up. He whirled on her, then crowded her backward until the wall stopped her from going farther, narrowly missing both her shoulder blade and one of the wall sconces in the richly wallpapered hallway. The hint of sexual aggression in his eyes was even more lovely than the decor.

“Listening to you moan like that . . .” He made a sound of exasperation. “You had me keyed up before we even left my place, then you just had to make the whole thing sound . . . orgasmic. Next time you get a tattoo I’m gagging you.”

“Oh, and having me moan and drool around a gag is going to turn you off—or them?” The other guys had discussed all of the possible sexual positions involving four men and one woman while Loke had been working on her. It had been an enlightening and somewhat terrifying discussion, to say the least.

His eyes were wild, his lips hovering over hers. He narrowed his eyes. “I thought they’d be more polite with a woman in the shop.” He was staring down at her, his eyes hard, every muscle in his body flexed. Even the tendons in his neck were tense, like he was a predator and she was a tasty gazelle that might bound away at any second. Adrenaline sang through her.

She grabbed his hard-on through his jeans. His eyes closed for the briefest moment, and he shuddered. He was always more aggressive with her when he was horny. She loved it.

“Let me make you feel better.” She glanced up and down the hall then went to her knees, loving the momentary incredulity on his face, which melted away into a reflection of her own half-crazed desire. Damn, it was hot to have a man want her so bad.

She unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock from the denim. The possibility of getting caught ramped up her adrenaline even more. Impatiently, she took the hard length of him as deep down her throat as she could manage. He shuddered and grunted at her enthusiastic assault, bracing his forearms against the wall above her, caging her. Control only stayed hers briefly, and moments later he was face fucking her and making her gag on his cock.

“What a good girl,” came a deep, thickly accented voice.

Fox made a sound of disgust. He pulled his cock from her mouth and tucked himself back in then rebuttoned his jeans. He yanked her to her feet in time for her to see Geir’s broad back disappearing down the hall.

Damn
.

Well, he must have seen all sorts of things in these halls. Besides, it wasn’t her dick that had been out on display. She snickered.

Fox gave her a dirty look then led her into their hotel room and shut the door behind them. The emphatic way he threw the deadbolt made her stomach flutter. He grabbed her shoulders, careful not to touch her tattoo, and pulled her close.

“Did you like getting caught?” His voice was rough. He sounded like she felt.

She hid her smile. “Why? Do you like that kind of thing?”

“No,” he grumbled. “It just made me want to punch Geir in the face. I didn’t notice him until he spoke, but I think he was watching for a while. I guess we get what we deserve for not walking that extra few feet to our hotel room. The guys don’t live by the same rules we do.”

“That’s rich, coming from a car thief.”

He stared down at her possessively. “I’m never taking you to hang out in their dungeon.”

“Fine by me.”

The hotel room he’d led her into, when she bothered to look at it, was far larger than she would have imagined. Rather than being a standard, small bedroom with attached bath, it was the size of several normal hotel rooms, and boasted a large separate living area. The place had a rich antique feel that leaned toward gothic, with dark brocades and a lot of sturdy wrought iron. Beauty with a side of torture chamber. She couldn’t imagine being able to afford a room like this.

For some reason, even though she knew Fox had money, she always forgot. Maybe it was because he treated money like it meant nothing to him. For Fox, the thrill of living seemed to mean more than accumulating things did. It put them on even footing. They understood each other.

In a matter of a few breaths, he’d stripped her out of her T-shirt and jeans. The bra was already in her bag, since the strap would have rubbed her tattoo. She couldn’t believe he’d paid to get her the tattoo she’d wanted. Every time it crossed her mind, she grinned at him. She wished she’d have been bold enough to get it on her arm so she could look at it all the time, but there was time for that in the future. Easing her parents into the tattoo world seemed kinder.

When he’d slipped her panties down her legs, he moved the leather ottoman into the middle of the room. “Kneel here.”

“Bossy much?”

“You like me bossy.” He swatted her ass.

“Maybe,” she said coyly, eyeing the ottoman like she had to consider whether to comply.

“Then do what you’re told and maybe I’ll let you come.”

The man was insufferable and she loved every minute of it. Apparently he really got off on orgasm control. It seemed to be a running theme. Not that she was complaining. Being made to wait, to suffer, seemed annoying at first but she couldn’t deny it made orgasms that much more mind-blowing.

The feel of his gaze on her was an invasive caress. As she crawled onto the ottoman, she gave him a good look at everything she owned.

“Fuuuck,” she heard him whisper to himself. “Evil, evil woman.”

Obediently, she knelt, knees spread, shoulders back, breasts outthrust. The air quivered with the buildup of sexual tension.

He walked slowly around her, assessing her, trailing a gentle finger over her skin here and there so that she never knew when a touch was coming. Her nipples ached, and when the pad of his finger trailed over their peaks, she shuddered, spreading her knees wider.

When he stopped behind her, he murmured, “Can I take a picture of you from behind like this?”

She hesitated, thinking about refusing, but if she trusted him to tie her up, and to not tell anyone she stole cars, she could trust him with a few naughty pictures, right? “You won’t show anyone?”

“Of course not. It’s just for me.”

“Okay.” Was he just flattering her, or would he actually look at the pictures again sometime? Damn. What if he lay back in bed and jerked off looking at them? She visualized him stroking himself while staring at a pic of her naked ass and she blushed hotly.

She heard him take out his phone and the click of a photo being taken, then he held his phone in front of her to show her the picture. In the shot, it was obvious she was nude and in a very submissive headspace, but the angle kept her face and the more intimate parts of her body private. He’d made her look beautiful.

“So how many pictures like that are on your phone?”

He leaned closer. “Just the one of you,” he breathed in her ear. “Because you’re perfect.”

She mewled and shuddered at the caress of his breath, glad he was kind enough to lie. If it wasn’t a lie, though . . . it moved things to dangerous territory. It might mean something she wasn’t ready for.

“I could take pictures of you all day,” he said, looking from her to the phone, as though contemplating taking more.

“Nooo,” she said, feeling self-conscious. “You should touch me, instead.”

“You think so?”

She nodded, arching her back to thrust her breasts out further, trying to lure him closer again.

“Touch you here?” His hands hovered over her breasts.

“Uh-huh.”

“Hands and knees.”

She went to her hands and knees immediately, even though it made her feel like a circus animal. “Do I get a treat?”

He smacked her ass then ran his hands over her body like he owned her, kneading her flesh, groping her, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her whole body shook with need before he went anywhere near her clit. When he finally worked his way downward, he squeezed her labia together, frustrating her even more. A finger drew a line from her pussy up toward her ass. She squeezed her eyes closed and tensed, but didn’t stop him. He brushed the tip of his finger back and forth over her anus, sending jolts of mortifying desire through her.

“You really don’t want to like this.”

“Stop,” she begged, afraid to move.

“Hmm . . . not your safeword, so I don’t believe you honestly want me to stop.” He paused, but when she didn’t say anything, he chuckled quietly. “You stay so still when you don’t like something, but you do the same when you really do. It’s hard to tell which is which,” he mused.

Maybe her mouth was hanging open, but at least she was managing not to moan. A finger slid into her pussy and the sound she’d been holding in escaped from her mouth as a loud moan.

“Hmm. Are you all right, Addison? You sound like you’re upset about something.”

If he was expecting an answer, he was going to be disappointed. She dug her nails into the ottoman, gritting her teeth as he pumped his finger inside her and toggled her clit. The room’s heavy air-conditioning chilled the sweat that had broken out on her skin. Between the release of tension after her long tattoo session, and the renewed stress on her body, she was overwhelmed.

She wasn’t going to beg. Not again. It couldn’t end up with
her
being the one who lost control every time they fooled around. Maybe it wasn’t a fair contest if he didn’t know about it, but if he fucked her before he made her beg, she won. That was fair, right?

“I’m fine,” she said tightly. “Just . . . fuck me already.” Huh. That had probably been the wrong thing to say.

“
Fine
? Am I boring you?” He grabbed her by the back of the hair, right against the scalp and pulled her to her feet, then higher until she was standing on her toes and whimpering. “Oh, baby girl. You have no idea how much I love that sound.”

Maintaining his tight grip on her hair, he walked her across the large open space to the bedroom. The bed was made up with expensive-looking fresh white linens. If this place still secretly ran as a hotel, it was a really high-end one.

He let go of her hair and shoved her onto the bed hard enough she bounced, then grabbed her ankle and dragged her closer. His weight dipped the bed, and before she knew what he was planning to do, she was draped facedown over his lap. At least the mattress wasn’t letting her dangle, even if it felt like her ass was much higher up than the rest of her.

“I thought you weren’t into being a capital D Dominant.” It sounded grumpy, but she had a serious case of blue balls, and he didn’t seem to be in a rush to fix that anymore.

“No, no, sunshine. I don’t like titles,” he corrected. “They’re limiting. But as you know, I do enjoy being in control—of you, specifically.”

Why was the fact that he was still fully dressed making her feel even more submissive to him? She tried to squirm away, but he held her in place without effort. Damn him and those big, sexy muscles.

“But what did I do?” She dug her fingers into the pristine white bedspread, bracing herself for the worst.

“You implied I was boring you, and you were rude and demanding.” He smoothed her hair and she sighed at the affectionate gesture. “You need to be taught that things will happen when I want them to, and not a minute sooner.”

“But!” she objected, not sure what she was going to say next. A good argument wasn’t forthcoming. “But you want to fuck me. Why are you making me wait?”

“I’ve had a raging hard-on since before we left my garage. Why shouldn’t I make you wait?”

“But I’ve been horny since then too!” He was punishing her for that? It was his own damn fault. If he would have told her where they were going, she wouldn’t have started anything they couldn’t finish. Well . . . maybe that was a lie. Teasing him was fun, but not if he was going to start taking it out on her hide. “Maybe I should punish
you
, since you’re the one who started it. Maybe I should just safeword and walk out of here. You’re too cocky for your own good.”

“Like you’d walk away now, before I get you off.”

That made her glare at the duvet, but mostly because it was true. How was she supposed to gain the upper hand with him if he already knew her too well?

Without warning, one of his big hands came down on her ass—twice, three times, picking up force with each smack until her butt was on fire and her teeth were rattling. The man knew what he was doing, and made it hurt in ways she never wanted to end. By the time he hit twenty her brain melted into a puddle which oozed out of her mouth and was rapidly soaking the bedding.