Beyond Control (30 page)

He let go.

Clutching her hair in his fists, he fixed her head in place and pushed deep with a satisfied groan, finally letting himself focus on the rough rasp of her tongue and the heat of her mouth. "Suck me. Show me how grateful you are to be so very, very full."

Her eyes drifted shut. Her free hand closed around the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking, but she didn't move her mouth, not beyond the gentle flutter of her tongue. Not that he'd have let her if she tried, but the fact that she didn't twisted lust around him, driving his hips forward until he bumped the back of her throat.

She wanted to be used, and he wanted to defile her--two needs that clicked together like puzzle pieces, turning unacceptable urges into something beautiful. A communion between outsiders, a moment of damn near spiritual understanding. Forget the hollow pomp and circumstance of Eden, this moment, feeling Lex's body vibrate with pleasure as he fucked her throat--
this
was a religious experience.

Blasphemous, maybe, to compare a higher power to the delicious depravity of choking a woman with his cock.

Dallas didn't give a fuck.

"Put your hands back on the bed," he growled, pulling back far enough to let her gasp in a breath. "And open your eyes. Look at me."

She obeyed, dropping her hands to twist into the bedspread. Her eyes were almost black now--stormy, burning with lust and affection and something that was more than either. More than both.

Holding her gaze, he pushed between her lips, pushed until she struggled to swallow him, pushed until her lips stretched wide around the base of his shaft and everything was tight, luscious heat and the sizzling knowledge that this wild, dangerous creature trusted him with her body, trusted him to take his pleasure but still leave her sated.

Too good. He wouldn't last long, but he didn't need to. He might not be twenty anymore, but the plans he had for her would have him hard enough to fuck her one more time before the night was over. This was for both of them, one moment of fractured self-control, so he tightened his grip and let himself revel in it.

Let himself fuck that perfect, willing mouth.

He pulled back to let her take another breath, but Lex leaned in, chasing him with a rough, hoarse moan. "Greedy bitch," he murmured affectionately as he thrust deep again, in and out, over and over, clutching the back of her head to hold her in place and dragging her back by the hair, just to enjoy the way she strained for his cock, begging with everything but words.

She couldn't use them, so he found enough for both of them. Fond and filthy, coarse compliments and lewd promises. He didn't have to think, only had to hold her gaze as each rough thrust brought him closer and closer, and the obscenities spilled, unbidden, from his lips. "That's right, take it all. Take my dick until you fucking choke on it and beg for more. You want more, don't you? Want me to come in your mouth?"

She managed one short whimper and a quick, frantic nod. He indulged himself with one last moment enjoying the hot depths of her throat before hauling her head back and transferring his grip to the slender column of her throat. "Use your hands," he commanded, squeezing tight enough to give her a taste of danger without cutting off her breath. "Jerk me off on your tongue."

"Fucking
hell
." Lex wrapped both hands around him, end to end, and twisted lightly. The barest tease, but it dragged a groan out of him, all the same. His shaft was slick from her mouth, slick enough for her to switch to one fist and pump it smoothly over him, base to tip and back again.

That was all it took. The tight clasp of her hand and the sight of her parted lips, her ready tongue. When pleasure tightened at the base of his spine and rolled outward, he gave in to it, growling with each stroke until the sight of his semen spilling across her tongue forced her name from him in a tortured moan.

She milked his cock with a shudder, lapping at him between swallows. Dallas watched her, buzzing on the afterglow, and she was the most magnificent thing he'd ever seen. "You're perfect," he said roughly, stroking his thumb along her throat as it worked under his palm. "You don't have to try to be my fucking fantasy. Everything you are is perfect."

With a wordless moan, she leaned in and pressed her cheek to his stomach. "I needed this tonight. So much."

"I'll take care of all your needs," he promised, smoothing her hair into place. It caught on his fingers, and he took the time to work through the tangles left behind by his clutching fists. Just a few moments of quiet stroking while her breath fell hot on his skin, and he knew she must be wondering if the game was over.

He hoped it never was.

Dallas coaxed her head back, smiling down at her. He traced his fingertips over her lips and then seized her chin in a rough grip. He slid onto the bed, forcing her upright as he crowded her space. With her knees splayed wide, it was easy to loom over her, and he reached down to slap her pussy. "You've got a lot of needs, don't you, love? Desperate, aching needs."

"Oh, God." She grabbed his shoulders, her nails scoring his skin.

Sweet pain, and it'd be even better when those nails were digging into his scalp. Twisting, he spilled her to the bed on her back, with her head near the edge and her hair trailing over the side. Her tits swayed temptingly, but he had only one goal in mind as he swept both hands down her body to shove her slick thighs wide. "Christ, Lex, I've never seen you this wet. You sure you haven't come?"

"Not yet." The sudden movement had rocked her, though, leaving her eyes glazed and her chest heaving.

"Then I'll have to fix that." Simple enough, but he took his time, sitting back on his heels before tugging her closer. With her lower back on his knees and her legs splayed on either side of his, she was spread before him like a banquet. A helpless, trembling feast, and he loved the way she shuddered as she watched him lick his own thumb.

Her reaction when he swept it over her clit was immediate, electric. Her hips bucked, and she ground out a fierce curse. "Mother
fucker
."

Laughing hoarsely, he pinned her in place with one hand spread across her abdomen and flicked his thumb over her clit again. Watching her writhe would have him hard in minutes, but he'd counted on that. Nothing sent blood rushing to his cock like the noises Lex made when she was close to coming.

Her eyes rolled back, and he swatted her hip. "Look at me. Look at me, Lex."

"I can't." Her head hit the bed, and she twisted under his hand.

Lunging upward, he pinned her hair to the mattress and loomed over her, his shaft settling so sweet in the cleft of her pussy. "Look at me," he commanded a second time, holding her gaze as he ground against her. "You look at me while you're coming."

Desperate noises escaped her with every harsh, staccato breath. She shook beneath him, her body molding to his as her skin heated to burning--and beyond. Her fingers slipped into his hair, gripping and releasing in time with the rough rhythm of her rocking hips.

But her eyes were what held him captive. Dark, unfocused, lids drooping with the force of her climax only to snap open with the next shudder, as if pleasure had taken hold of her body and she was lost somewhere beyond obedience, beyond thought.

It could only be better if he was actually inside her.

The bottle of lube sat discarded a few feet from her head. Reaching for it slid the length of his dick over her clit, and he thrilled at her choked, hungry noises. By the time he closed his hand around the bottle, she was twisting through another peak, reduced to whimpers and clutching fingers, oblivious to his intentions as he freed his hair from her grip and drew himself upright.

She was still panting when he caught the jeweled end of the plug and gave it a gentle tug. "Stay with me, Lex."

She twitched as the plug eased free of her body. "Christ, Dallas--"

Lube, plenty of it, sliding over her ass and covering his cock. He pumped his fist over his erection. "You know what I want. Pull those legs up and open for me."

Lex wrapped her hands behind her knees and eased them back, her gaze riveted to his hand around his dick. He stroked again, slowly, just to taunt her, then gripped his shaft and guided the head over her pussy and lower, pressing against her ass. So tight, even slippery with lubrication and prepared for him.

"How does it feel, love?" he ground out, driving a moan from them both as he eased the crown of his erection past the ring of muscle and into her body. "How does it feel to have my cock in your ass? You've had it everywhere else tonight."

She sighed, a long exhalation that turned into his name. "Don't stop."

He didn't. Hell, he
couldn't
, not with her so fucking tight around his dick, clenching eagerly and pulling him deeper. Release had done its work on her muscles, melting away tension so that it seemed like no time at all before he was balls-deep and shivering at the sensation of being inside her while those damn clever toys rocked in her pussy with every jerk of her hips.

No wonder she was trembling so hard she could barely hold her legs up.

His own hands were none too steady, but he fought through the throbbing pleasure and the need to
move
. He replaced her hands with his own, spreading his fingers wide across her thighs before pushing her knees toward her chest.

He answered her guttural whimper with a soothing rumble. "Just like this, love. Full and tight and nothing you can do but close your eyes and take it. You want to take it, don't you?"

"All of you," she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. "Every goddamn inch."

His laughter sounded as jagged as his control as he eased back and slid home again. "You've already got every goddamn inch, you greedy bitch." He pushed her knees closer to her chest and thrust harder, knowing the sort of pleasurable chaos it would set off in her pussy. "Nothing's enough for you, is it?"

"Me?" She moved beneath him, arching to meet his thrusts. "One thing. That's all I want."

She didn't have to say it. The answer bloomed in every touch, every movement, it took root in her voice and grew with her cries.
You, you, you.

All she wanted was him.

So he gave her exactly that, with rough thrusts that sent her flying into release. He gave her
himself
, stripped of control, focused on nothing but fucking them both into a blind stupor, riding the maddening rhythm of her body as it spasmed and contracted with climaxes that came closer and harder and reduced her to breathless sobbing. There was nothing to do but close his eyes and let her drag him down into sweet, filthy oblivion, her screams echoing in his ears.

The world grayed around the edges as he came, and it took forever for the shuddering aftershocks to stop, buried as he was inside her, her hips twitching helplessly with every breath. Clenching his jaw, he slipped out of her and lowered her legs.

He'd never seen her so debauched. Her skin was flushed and damp, her eyes still clenched tight, and she moaned as he eased her hips to the bed. "Lex, honey? Can you open your eyes?"

"Yeah." But she didn't, just lay there, sweaty and panting.

He didn't have that luxury, not while she needed tending. Moving carefully, he caught the loop at the end of the string of balls and pulled the first one free, but all the gentleness in the world couldn't stop her hoarse cry or the jerk of her hips.

Murmuring soothing noises, Dallas settled himself between her thighs and pressed a soft kiss to her clit. "You're all right." He eased the second sphere out of her. "I've got you."

She laughed and covered her face with her hands. "No, you don't. I can't stop spinning."

He dropped another kiss, this time to her inner thigh. "Nothing wrong with spinning." One final tug and another full-body shudder from Lex, and he tossed the toy aside. "I'll catch you, love. I'll always catch you."

"Will you?" She traced his jaw. "Even when you're spinning with me?"

"Especially then." Because that was the sweetest thing, the truth no one seemed to understand unless they lived it. Responsibility wasn't an unpleasant duty he tolerated just to get to the good parts. It
was
the good part, the essential one. It was the feeling of satisfaction and smug pride that grew with every moment she sprawled boneless, trusting him to care for her.

Physical pleasure was a fucking beautiful thing, but it was fleeting. The thrill of having her curl trustingly against his chest as he lifted her from the bed would linger.

Maybe even forever.

The potential recruits from Three looked like they'd just stumbled across the lost city of El Dorado--if they'd been looking for tits and ass instead of gold.

Lex sat up straighter and tugged at the bottom of her velvet corset. From her vantage point beside Dallas, she watched the new guys weave their way through the crowd. They didn't speak unless spoken to, but they seemed relaxed, their heads occasionally bobbing in time with the throbbing music.

At least they had manners enough not to be grabbing ass already. It was damn near the most a woman could hope for, especially out of Wilson Trent's old sector.

"They don't seem so bad," Noelle observed, shifting closer to Jasper nonetheless. She looked unusually fierce in leather and chains, but the dark style and dramatic makeup suited her every bit as much as her usual ruffles and lace. She'd braided her hair up off her neck, leaving Jasper's ink winding across her skin in elegant, deadly warning.

There was a lot of ink on display tonight, including Dallas's. Spiked bands clasped his wrists below his O'Kane cuffs, but his arms were left bare by his heavy leather vest, and he draped one across the booth behind Lex as their three visitors drifted closer. "They're careful," Dallas corrected, "which just means they're not idiots."

Jasper huffed out a laugh. "Or they're careful idiots."

Dallas snorted. "Six said these were the brightest of the bunch, but that's like saying they're the softest rocks. The one on the left is Cain. I'd bet on him being the brains of the operation."