Call My Name (Fallen Angels MC Book 3) (3 page)

CHAPTER FOUR

It was different, as he pulled her towards him and she straddled his lap. His hands came to her breasts, teasing her nipples harshly, and she brought her mouth to his earlobe, catching it between her teeth and giving it a less-than-gentle tug.

He groaned harshly, his hands on her hips, pulling her tight over him, dragging her body against him. His fingers found the hem of her shirt, yanking it sharply up over her head, lifting her breasts out of the cups of her bra. She leaned back as he bent over her, one nipple in his teeth as he suckled harshly at her flesh, the other tweaked between the rough pads of his thumb and forefinger. He knew all the secrets to her body now, and she twisted her hips over him, sighing and hissing as the swirling energy began to build inside of her.

“You’re still wearing so much clothing,” he said. “It’s been—
how
long, since I could make you scream without worrying?”

He bit at her nipple, dancing on the edge of too hard, and she cried out, loving the freedom of not needing to choke off the sound. “Weeks,” she murmured, “Weeks, at least.”

Mason yanked hard at the waistband of her jeans. “These are in the way,” he muttered. “I want to taste you.”

She stood, and he moved with her, following her up. He went to the small stereo in the corner, and punched a few buttons; the speaker quality was much better than she’d expected, and the sound was something jazzy and intense, something that made her hips move, slow and soft. Her fingers went to the button of her jeans, but he brushed her hand away.

“We can stay all night,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms again and swaying gently to the music. “There’s no rush.”

She couldn’t help staring at him. It seemed so small, inviting her into his home, his sanctuary, but she knew, deep down, that this was a big thing. Being invited within the inner sanctum, into the place where he didn’t have to defend himself. But then, given the things he’d said, was there really anywhere in the world he didn’t feel the need to set up defenses?

He kissed her then, soft and slow again, and there was nothing between them, or at least, nothing that mattered. His hands slid over her skin, soothing away all of her worries about Declan, about what the future held, about his integrity and his ability to withstand temptation. He stoked a fire deep within her that she’d thought could burn no hotter, and yet he always found a way to crank the temperature up another couple of degrees every time they touched.

She grew tired of exploring the planes of his back with her hands, and reached for his belt again. This time he didn’t stop her; he moved with her, keeping his lips sealed over hers while she loosened his belt and shoved his jeans down his hips.

He did the same for her, falling back to the couch, pulling her into his lap again. His boxers, her panties, nothing else between them, he pulled her into motion over him, the hard heat of his cock grinding over her clit as her bra flew across the room. His teeth clamped down on her nipple again, teasing and suckling and tormenting her as she cried out in rhythm with him, his hands harsh and firm on her ass.

“You want me to come like this?” she gasped, fighting back the swirling ecstasy. “I thought you wanted to take it slow.”

His hands on her hips became even more urgent, moving her faster, harsher. “I said there was no rush,” he said, staring into her eyes as her breathing became rapid, dizzying, frantic. “I never said I didn’t want you to come, hard, where I can watch you.”

The surge washed over her then, leaving her whimpering, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she trembled and shook over him.

“Jesus, I love watching you come,” he murmured, laying her down on the couch. She thought he’d reach for her, but instead, he knelt between her knees, his mouth covering her pussy, the panties a thin layer of cotton between his mouth and her heat.

“Too soon,” she murmured. “Gotta give me a second to recover.”

“No,” he said, and his teeth were teasing at her clit, making her arc as he built upon the aftershocks, riding the wave of too much sensation, and she was surging again, not quite coming, not quite that, but close, very close, as she choked back the scream that wanted to slide out around her teeth.

He pushed her panties aside, licking into her, and she ground down into his mouth, desperate and urgent and begging without words. He laughed softly and gave her what she wanted; his mouth on her clit, focused and intense, and his fingers buried inside of her, hot, wet, slick, thrusting into her body, mimicking what he wanted just as much as she did, but with the ability to direct his attention up just that crucial amount, dragging his fingertips over the sweet spot just inside of her, making her cry out and shudder and surrender, but still, she couldn’t quite bring herself to let go of the noise.

She didn’t think anyone would hear, exactly, but it felt too wanton, too desperate, in a way that it hadn’t when they were first together.

He slid her panties down her hips, and she was exposed beneath him. He surveyed her for a moment, a quiet smile on his face as his hands ran down her thighs. “You’re exquisite,” he said. “Mona Lisa’s got nothing on you.”

She laughed. “They say she’s better in person.”

“I’ve seen her. She’s not so fancy. I like you better.”

“I like you better, too,” Caroline said. It didn’t quite make sense, not really, but it made him grin at her and kiss the inside of her thigh, and that was what she wanted.

He was hard and erect in his shorts, and she reached for him, stroking him roughly through the jersey. His expression grew serious and he leaned into her caresses and made soft, delicate sounds at the high points of her movements.

“Here,” he asked softly, “Or the bedroom? Condoms are in the bedroom, for reference.”

She thought about telling him that he didn’t really need a condom. They’d both found reasons to be tested in the last month or so, and they knew that bit was fine, and she’d gotten a prescription for the pill at the same time. She hadn’t told him that part yet, though. It wasn’t that she thought he’d flip out, or that she loved the feel of condoms so much, it was just...another step. A statement of trust. And even though she did trust him, saying out loud that she trusted him in a given moment was different than trusting him for an unspecified amount of time in the future.

“Bedroom,” she said. “Easier for you to hold me down there.”

His eyebrows went up. “Is that what you’re in the mood for tonight?”

“You want me to scream for you, don’t you? That’s what you’re looking for?”

“Yes,” he said, the sound dragged out long and low as if she’d tugged it out of him with a fishing hook.

“Then take me to bed and fuck me until I scream.”

CHAPTER FIVE

He growled—he actually
growled
—and then flipped her over his shoulder with an ease that she sometimes found eerie. They were about the same height, he wasn’t weight-lifter strong, but he could pick her up and carry her around like a sack of potatoes with no real effort expended. It was beyond nerve-wracking. Beyond, and straight into incredibly exciting. Especially when she wiggled too much, and he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a stinging red mark.

The bedroom was just as pin-neat as the rest of the apartment. His mattress sat on a platform bed, with the comforter neatly folded under at the end. He tossed her down onto the mattress, shucking his shorts while she bounced for a moment, and then pushed her down into the bed at her wrists. “How long do you think you can stay quiet?” he asked. “How long do you think you can keep from making any sound at all?”

“I don’t—”
know
, she started to say, and then he spread her folds with just one finger, gently stretching and teasing at her entrance. She clamped her teeth down, feeling the urge to cry out swell within her, and choking it off.

“What game can we play,” he murmured to himself, adding a second finger to the teasing swirl. “What reward do you get if I bring you off—Hm, say, twice?—without you screaming?”

“You have to be my slave,” she said, trying to force clarity into her head. “I can tie you down and do anything I want to you—that you consent to—and you have to let me. And I can use anything in the toy chest.”

He knew what she was thinking about—the thick black dildo and the strap-on harness that it fit into. “I’m not sure that’s any kind of punishment for me.”

“No,” she said, and then had to take some very intense deep breaths to keep from losing control right there; his fingers had slipped inside her and found that nubbed spot on the front of her core, and he was teasing it while he stroked her clit with his thumb, and she was going to explode, burst, come so utterly that she’d fly into pieces, and he’d have to help her pick them out of the carpet for weeks. “But it would be a reward for me,” she said, all in a rush, and then let her hips go wild, fucking his hand, forcing herself to focus on keeping quiet, silent, feeling the sensations intensity as she denied them release.

“And if I make you scream?” he said, moving with her hips, tormenting her, not letting her thrust as fast and as hard as she wanted to. “What do I get?”

She panted hard for a moment, pushing the arousal away again. This wasn’t going to work for long; her sex felt heavy and thick, electric and tingling, and her hands were clenching into the comforter, wrecking his neat bed, and she didn’t care. “What do you want?”

“You and Trish,” he said, without hesitation. “If that’s something you’d go for. If it’s not, it’s okay, I’ll back off about it, never mention it again, but if I get to choose, that’s what I’d choose. The two of you—god, you would be hot together. And the idea of having both of you?” He shivered, and she felt it all the way down to her core.

“Do your worst,” she said, and he grinned, a nod of agreement.

He pushed her over on her belly, and slapped her ass again, where he’d already hit her, and the sting redoubled. She gasped, her hips grinding down into the bed, and as they lifted, he was there, slapping her again. Her pussy was clenching around nothing, spasming, desperate to come for both of them.

She heard the tear of foil, and then she could feel the tip of him, teasing into her. She pushed back with her hips, looking to sheathe him fully inside of her, but he maneuvered away, keeping just the tip of him in contact with her. “Oh, baby, it’s not going to be that easy,” he said. “I have to make you come twice, remember?”

He pulled her ever so slightly towards him, just enough that she could pull her knee up and ease the pressure on her lower back, and he could reach the front of her body and tease her clit with his thumb. Pinioned between his cock and his thumb, with him moving along with her so that she couldn’t get more contact from either his cock or his hand, she came to a shuddering orgasm, biting furiously at her arm to keep from screaming as the waves shook her.

Once again, he didn’t wait for the aftershocks to finish before he was plunging into the full length of her. He was surging, fast and hard, grunting, slamming, their flesh slapping together. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Please, do it, scream for me, won’t you, scream for me, please.”

She came again, before the first had entirely finished, but she bit the mattress and choked back the sounds that wanted—needed—to come boiling out of her. He didn’t, though; he came, cursing and swearing, drilling so deep inside of her that she thought she’d split in two with the urgency of it. But she didn’t make a sound.

He fell to the side of her, pulling her along with him, and he chuckled gently as she curled into his shoulder. “Looks like I’m getting pegged sometime soon,” he said, stroking her hair back from her face.

“If you’re okay with that,” she said. In the heat of the moment, it was the most challenging thing she’d been able to think of, given his own fondness for that sort of play, but some guys loved to play with a girl’s ass, but panicked at the idea of someone liking theirs.

He laughed again, and she could feel his skin heating with a flush. “I actually like it. Kind of a lot. But—you know, it’s not an easy thing to bring into a conversation.”

“Hi, I love you, fuck my ass. Yeah, I can see how that doesn’t flow off the tongue.”

He laughed harder and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a grip that should have been too tight, but was instead perfectly reassuring. She could feel him relaxing, feel those last vestiges of guard falling away, feel him falling down into sleep. She wanted to follow him, easy and soft, but when she closed her eyes, she saw that cop staring at her, harsh and cruel, and she couldn’t quite let it go. Not even here.