Wicked

by Jaci Burton

  She wanted him to. It was like she couldn’t give him enough of herself.

  He moved downward, across her rib cage, dipping his tongue in the hollow of her navel, flicking at the jewel there.

  “Oh, this is so fucking sexy,” he drawled as he flicked the crystals dangling at her belly button.

  He looked up at her, his face bathed in the sunlight streaming into the room. His hair fell over his forehead, thick and wavy, his eyes like a dark ocean, glittering with his desires, heating her from her toes up to her head.

  He smoothed his hand over the flat planes of her belly, and her muscles jerked in response. He was so close to her sex her clit was quivering, every muscle tensing in anticipation. At this moment she couldn’t care less who was in charge, she simply rejoiced in being a woman.

  His woman.

  At least for this weekend. She wouldn’t, couldn’t think beyond that, beyond the pleasure of his hands on her body, the way he awoke every nerve ending in ways she’d never experienced. She wouldn’t bemoan what she’d missed by keeping this man at bay all these years.

  She wouldn’t.

  She’d just relish this moment in time, infuse her memory banks with every precious second of his hands skimming her hips, his tongue dipping into her navel and teasing the crystal jewels there, the way he caressed her flesh and coaxed every nerve ending into burning awareness.

  Before moving down, between her legs, licking her inner thighs and pressing soft kisses there.

  She might just die if he didn’t put his tongue on her clit, if he didn’t suck her, lick her, put his fingers inside her, anything to make her come. Right now. She was melting all over his sheets, wet and anxious and ready as hell for him.

  Come on, Rand. Lick me. Suck my clit. Fuck me with your fingers. She wanted this so bad she couldn’t stand it.

  And she wanted to be untied so she could writhe all over him, grab his head between her hands, and plant her lips on his, grip his cock, and force it inside her. She lifted her hips, undulating against his questing mouth.

  “Easy, baby,” he said, licking along the inside of her thigh. “I know what you want.”

  “Then give it to me.” Her voice was raspy, her breath catching on every word. She didn’t even sound like herself. It was hot, sexy, even to her own ears.

  “Oh, I like when you beg for it. How bad do you want it, Blair?”

  She nibbled her lower lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of asking him to do what she knew he was going to do anyway. Eventually. Soon. He was. He had to. By God, he’d better.

  “Please, Rand.”

  “Your wish is my command, princess.”

  The first touch of his tongue against her sex was a hot blast, like pressing her pussy up against a wet furnace. When he moved it upward, then back down again, she let out a long moan. And she didn’t care anymore. Inhibitions flew out the window as she opened her legs as wide as they would go, giving him access to her cunt.

  “Lick me,” she pleaded. “Yes, like that.”

  Rand had a masterful tongue and knew just what to do with it. When she thought of all the men she’d had to give directions to, she let her head fall back on the pillow and cursed her years of misfortune.

  She threw up the white flag, surrendered, and knew right then she was lost. Never again would a man make her feel this good, would a man know her body the way Rand did. Without instructions, without frustration, he lapped around her clit like a driver who knew exactly where the finish line was.

  She bucked against his mouth, driving her pussy into his face, racing to a climax she couldn’t hold back. God, she didn’t want to hold it back. It was nearing, and she wanted it, craved it, wanted Rand to give it to her.

  But he moved away from her clit, slowed the pace, veered off course. Her head shot off the pillow, and she gaped down to find him looking up at her with a knowing grin on his face.

  She was about to call him a no good, tormenting bastard, but he slid two fingers into her cunt.

  “Oh, my God.”

  “Fuck, baby, you’re like melted butter inside,” he said. “So goddamn hot and tight. I can’t wait to get my dick in you.”

  She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the movements of his fingers, from the way he was watching her.

  “Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

  He slanted a half smile at her. “Soon. My dick is hard, Blair. I need to fuck you. But first I want you to come for me. I want to suck the come from your pussy, feel you squeeze my fingers.” He pulled back, then thrust his fingers inside her again. “Come on, baby. Come for me, and let me watch.”

  She stared, transfixed, as he planted his mouth over her clit and sucked, fucking her pussy with his fingers. Delirious sensations built, then tightened, spiraling uncontrollably ever downward.

  Panting, she held on as long as she could, then released, letting her climax flow through her. Rand lapped along her clit as she came, his fingers stilling as she bucked against him and rode out what was the strongest orgasm a man had ever given her. Screams tore from her throat, her limbs shook as she struggled against the cuffs and ropes binding her, her moisture spilling in warm rivulets down her ass as she came and came in torrents that never seemed to end.

  The tiny shocks reverberated through her, finally lessening enough that she fell back against the mattress, replete and exhausted but utterly exhilarated.

  She was spent but energized, her pussy turning over in delightful little spasms around Rand’s fingers. She lifted her head and looked down at him, his face wet. He sat up, finally removing his fingers and crawling up beside her on the bed.

  “Taste,” he said, lifting his fingers to her mouth.

  She’d never done that before, but when he placed his fingers against her lips, she let him slide them inside, tasting her own cream. The scent was musky, the taste salty and honey sweet. He pulled his fingers away and kissed her, his face covered with her.

  It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, tasting her own unique flavor on a man’s lips. And yet not at all unpleasant. It made her tingle all over, her cunt tightening with renewed arousal. His tongue invaded, sliding against hers in a warm, velvet twist that tangled her belly in knots. She squirmed against the cuffs, wanting to reach out and take hold of him, to grab his cock and guide him into her waiting pussy.

  Why wasn’t he fucking her? She arched against him, thrusting her tongue against his, giving him every signal in the book save for coming right out and demanding. Yet he continued his slow, deliberate assault with his mouth, grasping her head between his hands and massaging her scalp while he kissed her.

  He was doing this on purpose. She was on fire with need, and he’d reverted to simple foreplay. Kissing and touching, and she wanted fucking. The man was maddening!

  When he finally broke the kiss and looked at her, she sucked in a breath at the intensity in his dark eyes. Such raw need and hunger reflected there. For her? About her? She’d never seen a man look at her that way.

  Though she tried to turn her head to the side, he held her firmly between his strong hands. “Don’t look away. Look at me. See how much I want you.”

  His cock surged between her legs, teasing her sensitized flesh. With one perfect stroke he could be inside her. Instead, he tormented, but the only thing he penetrated her with was his eyes, as if he could see inside her, knew what she was thinking.

  “Stop it,” she said.

  “Stop what?”

  “Looking at me that way.”

  He arched one brow. “What way?”

  She hated being trussed up like this and unable to walk away. “You know perfectly well what I’m talking about. Untie me.”

  “No.”

  “My wrists hurt.”

  He reached up to examine her wrists. “There’s no chafing. You’re fine.”

  “I’m cramping.”

 
“You’re lying. And wet,” he said, his hard shaft splitting her pussy lips and rubbing her in ways that sent sparks of pleasure deep within her cunt.

  “I came, you idiot. Of course I’m wet.”

  He moved against her again. “You’re wet because you like this.”

  “Do not.” She felt childish saying it but couldn’t help herself. She was at a serious disadvantage here and was forced to resort to whatever tactics she could think of. Which wasn’t much. She was sorely lacking in battle implements.

  “You want my cock in you?”

  Yes! She shrugged. “I’d like to get on with this.”

  He laughed and bent his head down to her breasts, tickling her neck with his hair. She inhaled, absorbing the crisp scent of him, trying not to sigh in utter delight. He did crazy things to her senses.

  And when he moved his way down her body again, she groaned. “What are you doing?”

  “Priming you,” he murmured in between kissing her skin.

  “I’m already primed.”

  “Not nearly enough.”

  “Stop that. You already did that once.”

  He paused and looked up at her, frowning. “Once? Oh, that’s not nearly enough.”

  Good God. What was wrong with him anyway? Weren’t men typically after the jackpot? He wasn’t normal, that had to be it. His cock was hard, his balls had to be throbbing mercilessly. The man needed to come. Why didn’t he just fuck her?

  But no. Not Rand. He was down there between her legs again, sliding his tongue all over her—”

  “Oh my God.”

  If it was good the first time, it was even better now. His mouth covered her pussy; his tongue lapped her clit with relentless strokes. Pressure rose like a teapot under a high fire. She jerked against her bonds as he took her to the very edge of reason, swirling his tongue around her clit until she poised right at the precipice of an orgasm.

  Then he stopped. She lifted her head and watched him make a lazy crawl up her body. Like a predator about to pounce. He gripped her arms, then settled his cock against the entrance to her pussy as he hovered above her.

  Sunlight bathed his body, turning him into a golden god. Every muscle, taut ridged hills, every hard plane showcased like a bronzed statue as he poised over her.

  She tensed, anticipating the first thrust, but still he waited, his gaze locked with hers.

  “Ask for it,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Ask for it.”

  Her fingers curled into her palms. She would most definitely not beg him to fuck her. He could balance on his fingertips above her until midnight if he wanted to, but she would damn well not ask him to put his cock in her.

  She clamped her lips together and held them while he rocked the tip of his cock against her clit. And she couldn’t squirm away, because when she tried to move, he moved with her so that he was constantly rubbing against her.

  But she still refused to say it.

  Eventually he’d give up. He was the one who hadn’t come yet, while she’d already come. She could hold out longer. His muscles would tire as he held a half push-up above her.

  He smiled down at her. God, he had a beautiful face. Rugged, tan, small lines snaking outward from the corner of each eye, a straight, long nose and a square jaw, a hint of stubble that she’d felt teasing her thighs while he’d had his face buried between her legs. She shuddered.

  “You want it. Ask for it.” He surged against her, right up against her clit, grinding the little nub into smithereens before pulling away and taunting her with the velvety tip again. The sensations were destroying her, making her desperate to be filled with thick, hot cock.

  Still balancing on his arms, he bent down and took one nipple between his teeth, tugging sharply. The pain was exquisite but gone in a second as he bathed her nipple with his tongue. Hot, wet, and oh so tantalizing. She lifted her hips, unable to control her body’s reaction when he did the same to the other nipple.

  This was so unfair. Her nipples were so sensitive, and she liked a little pain with her pleasure. And he knew it. Somehow, just like everything else about her, he knew it.

  Damn him.

  “Ask for it,” he repeated again.

  Frustrated, she did. With her hips, her body, undulating against him, trying to make herself irresistible so he couldn’t help himself.

  Instead, he bit her nipple again, tugging with his teeth. Her clit quivered, warm cream pouring from her in response. His cock moved against her pussy lips, spreading her juices around.

  “It makes you wet when I bite you. I think you like a little pain, Miss Newcastle.”

  No way in hell was she going to answer that. He already knew too much about her.

  “Ask for it.”

  “I’ve never in my life begged a man to fuck me.”

  “And I’ll bet you’ve never in your life had really good, mind-blowing sex, have you?”

  Ouch.

  “I’ll bet you’ve never let your guard down, never relinquished control long enough to surrender your body to a man, let your emotions run wild and free, let a man do all the things you want him to do, have you?”

  Ouch again.

  “Your body is burning, Blair. Your mind is filled with the possibilities of what could be but never has been.”

  He bent his head and tugged at her nipple. She let out a growl as sensation flamed. He licked a fiery trail from one to the other until she arched up to meet his mouth. He moved down to capture her lips in a long, hard kiss that left her breathless.

  Bastard.

  “Let go, Blair. Give it up to me, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

  He surged against her, his cock head sliding past her wet pussy lips, promising what he could deliver.

  She was panting, breathless, and couldn’t bear the torment one second longer. Glaring at him and hating him at this moment, but needing him more than she’d ever needed a man, she ground out the words she swore she’d never say.

  “Fuck me, Rand.”

  * * *

  * * *

  Thanking the gods for whatever intervention they’d provided, Rand thrust between Blair’s welcoming pussy lips, burying his cock deep, allowing the satisfied groan to escape as he did.

  She tilted her head back and cried out, her wrists straining against the cuffs as he powered inside her cunt.

  Goddamn, he’d been waiting an eternity to be inside her. He allowed himself to drop down on top of her and slid his hands under her ass to tilt her pelvis up, aligning her even tighter against him.

  Her breasts pressed against his chest, he felt every static thump of her heartbeat as he surged forward, every gripping pulse of her pussy as it squeezed his cock, every one of her staccato breaths in his ear. He wanted her arms and legs wrapped around him, wanted to feel her embrace as he pushed ever deeper inside her.

  But he’d started this lesson, and he’d see it through, and that meant having her spread-eagled and unable to touch him, unable to reciprocate the strokes of his hand along her dampened skin. She couldn’t move her arms and legs, could only shudder and sigh and moan underneath him as he lifted and pounded his cock against her.

  She couldn’t hold him, but her pussy told him everything he needed to know; the rapid thrums of her heart and the moaning pants of her breath against his cheek told him how much she enjoyed this.

  It was enough for now.

  “Rand,” she moaned, lifting her hips, the only part of her body other than her head that was free to move.

  “I like hearing you say my name, baby,” he said, gritting his teeth to hold on. He wanted to release inside her, to jettison the come that had been building for far too long. But he wanted her to come first. And she would. “Say it again.”

  “Rand.” Her eyes were glittering sapphires surrounded by a sea of dark lashes. His innocent seductress who hadn’t comple
tely crossed the boundaries of surrender was begging him with her body, giving him control, asking without words to make her come.

  His fingers dug into the tender globes of her ass, propelling her ever upward as he thrust harder. She whimpered and lifted, meeting every stroke.

  “You wanna come, baby?” he asked, pulling back and powering down and forward again, burying his cock deep inside her.

  She nodded, tossing her head back, her lips parting on a gasp.

  She was his every fantasy come to life, her auburn hair spread out with her head tilted back, her full lips open and inviting as she panted while he fucked her.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  He’d wager she didn’t even know she’d said the word.

  But it was the sweetest surrender.

  His balls quivered in anticipation, a rush of heat scorching his insides as the liquid fire from her cunt seared him.

  “Come for me, Blair. Come on my cock.”

  She stilled, tensed, then let out a cry that reverberated right through him. Her pussy tightened around his dick, milking him right into the throes of a climax that started at his toes and erupted from his balls. He raised up and threw his head back, emptying into her with a shudder and a groan while she bucked against him in wild abandon, still flying with her own orgasm. She was killing him, squeezing the very life and essence right out of him, and he was dying gladly inside her.

  Oh, yeah. Watching her come was heaven on earth, the blush spreading across her skin, her nipples tightening, her body growing taut with tension as she released, then the way it relaxed as she came down off the high.

  He withdrew, uncuffed and untied her wrists and ankles, then drew her against his chest, allowing his own heart rate and breathing to settle while enjoying the feel of wrapping her in his arms.

  He could get used to having her here. But he knew they had only scratched the surface. He might have won this first skirmish with Blair, but it wasn’t over yet.

  The war had just begun.

  five

  Lazy afternoons spent in bed napping were simply decadent. Lazy afternoons spent in bed recovering from the most magnificent orgasms of her life were simply unheard of in her world.