As her orgasm eased through her, he released her arms, slid his fingers from her giving flesh, and tore at the leather belt cinching his hips.
He couldn’t take her, but he could have her mouth on him again. He needed that. The sight of her taking him with primitive pleasure, tasting him, working for his pleasure.
He watched her expression shift from satiation to renewed hunger as he pushed his pants to his thighs and drew the hard length of his cock into his hand.
“Do I get to have fun now?” Amusement filled her tone as she came slowly to her knees.
Ian braced his hand on the ceiling of the vehicle and clenched his teeth to hold back a snarl. He tightened his fingers around the shaft and watched as she licked her lips.
Then she slowly bent. Sweet God, which did he want to watch more? Her mouth taking his cock, or her tight ass as it lifted behind her?
He compromised. He watched as her lips sank over the pulsing, dark head of his cock, and he let his hand fall in a light smack to her ass.
She flinched and stilled, her eyes lifting to him. Defiance sparkled in the witchy depths, but so did pleasure and arousal. He tapped the side of her ass once more, smiling at the sharp, involuntary response that had her lifting into the sharp caress.
She didn’t know if she should allow herself to enjoy it or not. That bit of feminine confusion had every possessive and dominant instinct inside him howling in pleasure. He gave her rear another light tap.
“Suck my cock, kitten. I’ll take care of the rest.”
She obviously didn’t like the pet name either, but that was what she reminded him of. A brave little cat, hissing and spitting when challenged, even as she ached for a touch she had never had before.
It made his lust burn higher, knowing no man had ever stroked her as he did, had never taken her past her own control as he had. It was addictive, challenging, and made him want her with a desire that frankly scared the shit out of him.
His teeth clenched as the moist heat of her mouth surrounded the head of his cock. She was still watching him, wary, uncertain. He liked her like that. It would make each touch sharper, brighter for her. Keeping Kira off guard might turn into an addictive hobby. If she didn’t manage to throw him off guard first.
Damn it to hell!
She tucked the throbbing crest of his cock against the roof of her mouth and beneath it, her tongue undulated, rippled over the sensitive underside and sent spears of need slamming into his balls. His scrotum drew up hard and tight as the need for release had his cock swelling further in her mouth.
His hand landed on her rear again, then he cupped the blushing globe, caressed it, stroked it as he watched her eyes. The gray deepened, the bluish rings around it darkened. Witchy eyes. Seductive eyes. Eyes that threatened to trap his soul.
“Have you ever been taken here?” He let his fingers caress the narrow crevice between the taut mounds of her rear. “Have you knelt for a lover, Kira? Let him work that pretty ass open and fill it with his cock?”
She jerked. Her eyes dilated, and he knew she hadn’t. No, it would have been giving control rather than taking it.
“Haven’t you imagined what it would be like to be taken there?” His body tightened at the knowledge that this was an intimacy she hadn’t shared with any other lover. His cock throbbed at the thought, clenching with the warning of impending release.
Insecurity flickered in her gaze.
“I bet you’re tight here.” He let his finger massage the hidden little entrance as it flexed beneath his touch. “Tight and hot. Would you scream for me? Would you beg me to fuck you harder there?”
Sweat formed on her brow as he pulled her hair back with his other hand and worked his cock against her rippling tongue. He was so close to coming it was all he could do to hold the hard ejaculations back.
As he pulled the long strands over her opposite shoulder, he let his fingers twine in them, tighten.
“Suck my dick. Don’t just lick it. You know what I want.”
Just as he knew what she was doing. Applying direct pressure to the most sensitive spot on the hard flesh, hoping to break his control. She cupped her fingers around his hard balls, massaged and eased farther back.
The next little slap to her rear was harder, hotter. “Don’t fuck with me, baby,” he said softly. “Not unless you want to face the consequences.”
A frown worked at her brow even as her fingers slid back to his scrotum and her mouth began to work over the head of his cock.
His gaze flickered to her blushing butt as he laid a lighter little slap to it. Pleasure, a slow heated burn that would lead her across the threshold between pleasure and pain. “You’re going to lift your sweet ass to me. Just a little higher, baby. Lift to me, so I can make it burn so good.”
She moaned around his cock, her suckling mouth drawing on him deeper as her eyes seemed to glaze. But she did it. Pulled her knees in tighter and lifted to him.
Sweat dripped down his back as he fought to hold on to his control just a few more minutes. Just a little longer. He wanted her to come with him. He wanted her to know, in this instance, that he controlled her body, her response, and her orgasms.
He guided her mouth with his hand in her hair, pulling at the thick strands, his cock fucking her mouth as he delivered the little slaps to her ass, drawing closer to the saturated flesh of her bare pussy, making her burn. Inside and out.
She was weaker to this form of pleasure than she knew. He could see it on her expression as she tried to fight it, feel it in the suckling heat of her mouth as she tried to push him over the edge before he managed to push her across the threshold.
His. She belonged to him. He felt it in his soul; she defied him, challenged him with her eyes, pricked at his control with the fierce, heated draws of her mouth. She licked and consumed him until the need to breathe was pleasure and pain, until sweat coated his body and his lungs labored for oxygen.
Her moans echoed around his erection and filled his head, just as the sound of his hand meeting her ass began to match the moaning breaths.
“That ass is mine. That sweet pussy is mine.” He laid his hand to her rear again and again, feeling her burn in the cries that surrounded his cock and seeing it in the darkening of her eyes.
She belonged to him.
Just a little more, he knew. He clenched his teeth, allowed his hand to fall harder, closer to her soaked pussy, brightening her flesh and throwing her past the boundary of pleasure and pain. To a place where the two merged. Where they blended in a chaotic storm of hunger and need.