Cannon: Cerberus MC Book 12

by Marie James

  It’s his turn to huff.

  “I don’t understand.” I continue to look him directly in the eye, giving him the chance to clear my confusion. “Tell me what you mean.”

  Instead of opening his mouth, he shows me with his actions. Cannon steps forward, using one hand to wrap around my throat and the other strong and steady against my back as he pulls me in closer.

  Laughter and music from inside the clubhouse float out to us on the warm breeze, but neither one of us is concerned with what the other guys are doing. We’re right here, together in this moment.

  “I’m always in control.” His voice is filled with gravel, and the huskiness of it lands low in my stomach, a cascade of butterflies taking flight and making me tingle all over before I can get control of myself.

  My hands wrap around his wrist, nails digging into his flesh.

  “That makes two of us,” I seethe, but he refuses to let go of my throat.

  He isn’t rough. My breathing isn’t restricted, but his intent is very clear, and for some reason it is doing all sorts of things to my body. My breathing is shallower. My eyes are half-mast, heavy with need and desperation. The tips of my breasts are hard and throbbing, and I’m not even going to think about what his grip is doing to my lady bits.

  “I won’t bend,” he whispers, his mouth mere inches from mine.

  I turn my head, preventing him from pressing his mouth to mine. “I won’t either.”

  “I bet that perfect pussy of yours is wet.”

  My pulse kicks up a notch higher because he’s one hundred percent right. His thumb presses just below my jaw, and it’s clear he can see just how much he’s affecting me.

  “Are you in or out?”

  I don’t even have to think about my answer. “In.”

  He releases me long enough to guide us around the far side of the clubhouse, but I pull on his arm when I realize he isn’t just going around back to use a different door, one that prevents us from parading through the common area of the clubhouse where all the guys are hanging out.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To my house.”

  I dig my feet in. “Absolutely not.”

  He spins around, fully facing me. “My parents aren’t home. You can scream as loud as you need to.”

  “I don’t scream,” I manage to say as he steps even closer.

  Even with the warmth of summer surrounding us, I can feel the distinct heat of his body against mine.

  “Are you challenging me?” Without bothering to look around and see if we’re alone, Cannon dips his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans.

  I grip his wrist once again, and he stops his downward trajectory. “What are you doing?”

  “Don’t ask silly questions.” He leans in closer, his mouth brushing my ear. “Is your pussy wet?”

  I whimper like a sad puppy when he withdraws his hand.

  “Come on.” I don’t fight him this time when he tugs my hand. I simply follow right behind him to his house, through the door, and straight up the stairs.

  Instead of turning on the overhead light, he flicks the switch on some kind of projector and the ceiling comes alive with vibrant flashes of color.

  “Mood lighting?” I ask, barely able to keep the laughter out of my voice.

  He doesn’t waste time with a response. When he turns around, his eyes dance to the same rhythm the projector is emitting. “Get naked and get on your knees.”

  My first instinct is to tell him to fuck off, that I’ll get on my knees when he’s on his elbows, but I find my fingers moving to pull my tank down enough to expose my breasts. Next my fingers work open the button and zipper on my jeans. He stands stock-still when I shove them off my hips.

  “Those too.” He points to my panties, and it’s a mere second before they’ve joined my jeans.

  His eyes find mine when I refuse to take the tank top and bra off. He doesn’t get to win every battle, and this is one I refuse to concede to.

  “Rivet,” he warns. “Get naked.”

  In an effort to distract him, I lower myself to my knees and reach for his fly. I’m not giving into him exactly because my mouth is actually watering for a taste of him. I wanted to suck him into my mouth when I snuck into his room that night, but my need to get off and leave won out. Tonight, everything is different.

  He doesn’t stop me when I lower his zipper, or when I shove his jeans and boxer briefs out of my way, but when I open my mouth to lick the tip of his cock, his eyes tell me that he hasn’t forgotten about my disobedience. The thrill of wondering what he may do because of the defiance heats every inch of my skin.

  His jaw clenches when I lick the underside of him, and it’s easy for me to tell he’s trying his best not to react to the attention, but he fails when I draw the tip of him into my mouth and suck.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, his hands coming down to clamp on either side of my head.

  He prevents me from moving, pumping his hips and driving into my mouth to the depth he wants. He doesn’t choke me or make me gag, but there’s no mistaking that he has all the power right now.

  At least he thinks he does.

  I move my hands up his thighs, reveling in the tightness of his muscles and the way they flex as he moves his hips back and forth. His movements slow when I touch his heavy sac, and they stop altogether when I begin to squeeze.

  “Playing with fire,” he warns when I grip a little tighter. It’s not enough to hurt him, but enough to let him know he isn’t the only one with power right now.

  When he pulls his cock out of my mouth, I don’t let him go far. I bring my lips to the underside of his cock and lick all the way down his shaft before teasing my tongue at his piercing. Eventually, his grip on my face disappears until the only contact we have is my mouth and hand on him. His arms hang loosely by his sides as he groans in frustration.

  “Rivet,” he pleads, and I know he wants me to suck him back down my throat, but I’m not in the mood to give him exactly what he wants.

  Eventually, he comes to his sense, bending over and yanking me up off my knees by a rough grip under my arms.

  “Get naked.” I slap his hands away when he reaches for my tank top.

  “Try it again, and I’ll get dressed and walk out of here.”

  He grins, a slow smile spreading across his face at my threat. My body sings with the wicked way he’s looking down at me.

  “Get on the bed.”

  This is one command I do obey because the glint sparkling in his eyes says he’s about to show me who’s boss, and I can’t wait for the real him to come out and play.

  Chapter 20

  Cannon

  “Fuck. Look at you. Pink pussy glistening. Nipples hard and waiting for my mouth.” I tap my finger on my bottom lip, drawing out the anticipation I see in her eyes. “What should I do first?”

  “Just fuck me?” she pants, and the smile on my face spreads from ear to ear.

  “You got a quick fuck last time when you were in charge. I’m taking my time tonight.”

  Her face falls, lips turning down in the corners, but she doesn’t make a move to get off the bed. It means I still have her. She’s still eager to see what I’m going to do and damn if I’m not going to try to do it all before the sun comes up.

  The refusing to take her shirt off rubs me the wrong way, but I know enough about this woman that pushing and taking away all of her power would only leave me alone in my room with only my hand to work myself over. I’m not interested in that one bit, so the shirt can stay… for now.

  Standing on the side of the bed, I let my eyes sweep down her body, lingering on each part I need my mouth to taste, but I can’t hide my shock when I see her toes.

  “Pink?” I ask on a laugh as I lift her foot, showing her like she isn’t aware.

  “Are we going to talk about my toenail polish or are we going to fuck?”

  I scrape a rough thumbnail down her instep, and she hisses, trying to jerk her foot out of my
hands.

  “Who’s in control right now, Rivet?”

  “Me,” she says without hesitation.

  And damned if she’s not right even as I’m standing over her like I own every ounce of her pleasure.

  “Is that so?” With one knee on the bed near her knee, I lean forward, swiping my nose through the crease of her thigh. Her hips swivel, seeking my mouth or some form of contact to her center, but I deny her.

  “Cannon,” she growls, the threat clear in her voice.

  I don’t listen to her irritation. I listen to her body, the harsh pants of breath escaping her lips, the way her breathing hitches when I blow cool air on her core.

  All of that is singing a different tune than the one coming from her mouth.

  “Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

  She growls again.

  “No?” I tease even though she’s rocking her hips up to meet my mouth. I move back each time she gets close, and her frustration continues to grow. “If you keep still, I’ll make you come with my mouth. If you move, I stop.”

  Her hips immediately settle on the mattress, but fire forms in her eyes as she glares at me, teeth digging into her lower lip, I’m sure to keep her from opening her mouth to shoot cuss words at me.

  “Spread your legs.” I emphasize my command with a mild slap to her outer thigh.

  “If you—”

  I pull back, and she snaps her mouth closed again, her legs bending at the knee and falling open. She’s on display for me, and damn if it isn’t the best sight in the world.

  “Good girl.”

  Another growl.

  I hide my smile by dipping my head and kissing the lips of her pussy. She moans in response, grinding her hips up, and I pull away again.

  “Will you ever learn?”

  I don’t lower my head, rather I press my thumbs into the tendons where her torso and thighs meet.

  “I want to come on your tongue,” she all but pleads. “Cannon.”

  I continue to massage, mere inches from where she wants to be touched.

  “Please?”

  My eyes find hers, and she’s staring down at me with pure need in every feature of her pretty face.

  “Will you stay still?”

  She nods. “I’ll try.”

  I dive in without preamble, and although she just promised, she couldn’t stay still unless I strapped her to the damn bed. Her enthusiasm is heady, making me want to grind my hips into the bed for my own form of relief.

  Her mouth is clamped shut, leaving her whimpers and moans muffled even though we’re in the house alone. I applaud her effort, but silence isn’t what I want tonight. It was a requirement with the thin walls when we were together in the clubhouse, but I want cuss words streaming from her mouth. I want screams, and my name on her lips.

  I pull my head away after taking a long, leisurely swipe right up the center of her. “Do you like it?”

  She nods.

  “I can’t tell. You’re so quiet up there.”

  “Why are you torturing me?” she asks as she rolls up on her elbows to glare down at me. “Quit making such a damn production out of it.”

  I blink at her, eyes narrowing when I realize she’s serious.

  “Okay,” I say as I climb off the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  I give her my back, not letting her see the grin on my face from the desperation in her tone.

  “Getting a condom. The production is over.”

  So much for wanting to come on my tongue.

  Grabbing a condom from my dresser, I slide the latex down my cock and climb back on the bed.

  I slap at her thigh again. “Turn over, ass up.”

  “Finally,” she grumbles, and I can’t help the chuckle that leaves my mouth.

  Sex is serious business to me, but somehow she’s making me deviate from the fantasies I’ve had of her since we first met.

  With one hand on her hip, I line my cock up to her entrance, but before I can thrust into her, she rocks back and takes me to the hilt.

  We moan at the same time, and she feels so good. I keep my hips still and peer down, watching her fuck herself on my cock. Her pussy lips cling to my shaft as she rocks forward, and no matter how many women I’ve fucked before, this is the most erotic sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

  But then I realize she’s still in control, refusing, like the stubborn woman that she is, to relinquish power to me.

  I smack her flank again. “Be still.”

  She doesn’t, so I do the only thing I can think of. I grab her hips and slam into her. If she wants to fuck back into me, that’s fine. She’ll do it at the risk of taking too much of my cock.

  It doesn’t faze her at all. She moans and groans, those sounds she was hiding from me earlier leaving her mouth in a cadence so perfect, I begin to match my pace to hers.

  When she begins a chorus of, “Yes, yes, yes,” she’s pulls me dangerously close to the edge.

  Pulling out, I flip her onto her back and drop my mouth back to her slippery pussy.

  “Fuck,” she hisses, both hands tangling in my hair as I devour her.

  She comes beautifully, her body convulsing as her core throbs against my tongue. I lick and lick and lick, biting her, nipping at her, sucking her clit into my mouth until she shoves me away and begs me to stop.

  I don’t.

  I can’t.

  I simply line myself back up and thrust back inside of her. Her blunt fingernails dig into my biceps, and I pray she leaves her mark on my skin exactly the same way she did the first time.

  “Jesus, Cannon.” I grin down at her, my mouth hanging open as I try to breathe deep enough to stave off my own orgasm.

  “I knew you’d say my fucking name.” My voice is low, ominous, but for some reason she still laughs.

  It makes me drive into her harder, deeper, faster, and she takes each brutal shove of my cock with a smile on her face and eyes half-lidded.

  Her pussy is so tight, so slick, so eager to receive. This is fucking perfection.

  My eyes flutter closed as I near my own orgasm, but then my world is turned upside down, literally when she moves and rolls us so I’m on my back gazing up at her and she’s in the same position she was the first time I slid inside of her heat.

  “What the fuck?” I hiss, but then her hips roll, taking the length of me in the most expert way.

  “What were you saying?” she taunts, her fingernails right back on my chest like the first time.

  “You just can’t give in, can you?” I hold her aloft and piston my hips up at her.

  Her eyes begin to roll, but she tightens every muscle in her body, and I’m right on edge again.

  “Just take my cock,” I hiss when her hips don’t stop moving.

  Honestly, I’ve never had a woman try to take over, to demand control, to fuck me instead of taking what I’m offering her. The change makes my nuts tighten.

  “Am I going to make you come?” she teases, her core clamping down hard and fisting my dick. “Relax.”

  I groan, letting my hips fall back to the bed. My fingers trail from her hips to the apex of her thighs, finding her slick and hot, so fucking perfectly wet for me.

  She whimpers, her rhythm faltering when I press a thumb to her swollen clit.

  “You were saying,” I taunt back. “Am I going to make you come.”

  “Yes,” she breathes. “Please, don’t stop.”

  I wouldn’t if someone held a gun to my head. I press harder, rolling my thumb over her in a predictable pattern before changing it up and moving it in the opposite direction.

  “I’m going to come,” I warn her, and she moans, her lip once again digging into her lower lips as she pulses around my cock.

  And I’m done, spurting into the condom, and for the first time in my life, wishing my seed was spilling directly into someone rather than filling the latex.

  “Fuck,” she hisses as she falls to the side.

  I can’t he
lp but chuckle at the sight of her leg still draped over mine.

  “Good, huh?”

  A small, exhausted laugh escapes her lips, but she doesn’t contradict me.

  “Going to get rid of the rubber,” I tell her as I climb off the bed.

  In the bathroom, I make quick work of the condom and wash my hands. Figuring she’ll be gone by the time I get out; I go ahead and jump in the shower.

  She isn’t gone when I open the bathroom door and look back at my bed. She’s in the same position I left her in, sprawled on my bed and fast asleep.

  My cock jolts at the sight of her pink slit, swollen from my cock as it peeks out from between her legs, but she’s asleep and that’s another hard limit of mine. If we were in a relationship or had a conversation about it, I’d climb on the bed and lick her again until she began to whimper and begged me to stuff her full of cock again, but we aren’t and we haven’t. So, I towel dry, grab some sweats, and climb on the bed, only shifting her body enough so I can pull up the sheets over our bodies.

  With a smile on my face, and pleasant fatigue in my bones, I pass smooth out.

  Chapter 21

  Rivet

  I try my best not to freak out when I open my eyes to Cannon’s sun-filled room. I knew what I was doing last night. I don’t have the haze of alcohol to blame this time around.

  He asked by the truck if I was in or out, and it didn’t even take a half of a second to answer him.

  What I didn’t plan on was falling asleep in his bed and sleeping so soundly that it took the sunlight and someone banging around downstairs to wake me up.

  My muscles ache like I participated in a triathlon rather than some damn decent sex last night. I bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud as I climb off the bed and search for my discarded clothing. I try not to let shame settle in my blood when I bend over and realize I slept with my tank top and bra pulled down, tits on full display all damn night.

  At least he didn’t force the issue about taking off my shirt. If he had, I would’ve been out of here so damn fast.

  I hit the bathroom before leaving his room, not sure what’s going to happen once I try to leave. Shadow and Misty weren’t home last night, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t here now.