Clinch (The Underground Book 2) (19 page)

He started out slowly, setting his fingers on her thigh under the table. But then he squeezed with enough pressure to make her clit stand at attention. And then he progressed to rubbing his palm up and down her thigh, getting increasingly too close to her pussy.

She swatted at him several times.

He ignored her attempts at evasion.

She didn’t want to draw attention to her plight from Ivan, Alena, or Mikhail, so she’d been at his mercy.

Now they were all stuffed with the amazing Russian soup, and Leo was standing next to her, pulling on her arm. “Come on. I need to pack a few more things anyway.”

“I’ll stay here. You go.” She tugged her hand to escape his touch, hoping her assertiveness would get her out of what would surely prove to be an awkward situation. She smiled at Alena, trying to act cool.

Alena grinned back, a twinkle in her eye.

Leo leaned down and whispered in Katie’s ear, sending a chill down her spine. “Either you stand up and follow me with dignity, or I’ll toss you over my shoulder and carry you down the hall. Your choice.”

Katie swallowed, scooted her chair back, and stood. She tucked her hands in her pockets as she followed him, knowing he meant every word.

And his tone.

Lord, his sexy voice was going to be her undoing. How was she going to share her tiny apartment with him? It was so small there was no way to escape another person for any amount of privacy.

His room was at the end of the hall. She could not go inside with him and shut the door. Her body was totally primed for sex. Her nipples had been pressing against her bra for so long they ached. She’d spent half of lunch tugging on her fitted T-shirt, hoping no one would notice her plight. Her panties were soaked under her jeans. The act of walking down the hall was more than she could bear.

No way in hell could she go into the room with him. She knew in her gut he was the kind of man who wouldn’t care that three other people were in the apartment and it was the middle of the day. Not with the looks he’d shot her for the entire second half of the meal.

Nope. Leo Gulin intended to consume her.

She supposed she should be glad he at least had the decency to get her out of the main room before he moved in for the kill.

Maybe if she stood in the doorway, admired his space, and then stepped back out, she would get away with it.

Or not…

The second Leo opened the door, he grabbed her bicep, pulled her inside, and shut and locked the door.

“Leo…” There was a moan in her voice that made her want to slap herself.

He spun around and pressed her against the door, one hand on either side of her head. “Do you know how long my cock has been hard?”

She stiffened, her eyes going wide. Probably at least as long as her pussy had been pulsing.

He demonstrated his plight by pressing his thick shaft against her belly. He had to bend down to line up their faces, and then he lowered his mouth to hers, angled his head, and kissed her with such possessiveness she lost all brain cells.

She softened under his lips, enjoying the feel of his tongue inside her mouth, the way he moaned in a low, almost indiscernible tone.

He kissed her for so long she lost track of time. When he finally released her lips to set his forehead against hers, she was putty, and he was breathing heavily. “So, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to strip off every stitch of clothing for me while I watch. And then you’re going to kneel in front of me, open my jeans, take out my cock, and suck it dry. Are we clear?”

She bit her lower lip hard. Her chest pounded. She should tell him no. Run from the room, out of the apartment, and down the street.

She should. But she wouldn’t, because holy mother of God, the way he commanded her was so hot she would do anything. The deep tone of his voice… The thin, intense green circle of his irises surrounding dilated pupils… The swollen parted lips that he moistened with his tongue…

“Don’t hesitate. Are we clear?”

“Yes.”

He pushed off the door. “Now.” He pointed at her clothes, turned around, and took a few strides to reach the side of his bed.

Her arms shook as she followed him. Peripherally she noticed his bed was made, his room was rather tidy, and he was overly fond of dark blue. Comforter. Rug. Valance. The entire room smelled of him, enticing her to do his bidding.

“Katie…” he warned.

She kicked off her tennis shoes, pulled her white T-shirt over her head, and popped the button on her jeans. When she glanced over her shoulder at the door, trying to fight the unease that being naked in his apartment elicited, he spoke again.

“It’s locked. My friends aren’t stupid. They know me.”

She jerked her gaze back to meet his, her hands pausing as she lowered the zipper on her jeans. “What does that mean?” How often did he entertain women in his apartment? Jesus. For a moment her blood ran cold.

He smiled, leaned against the edge of his bed, and crossed his legs at the ankles. “Babe, wipe that thought out of your mind. I haven’t been with a woman since I met you. And that’s not something I would ordinarily confess to. Nor have I ever had a dry streak that lasted this long.”

Her breathing evened out. He was serious. She couldn’t move for a moment. Had he been into her for all these months?

He pointed at her jeans. “Katie, strip. I’m going to be spending a lot of time spanking that sweet ass later. The longer you hesitate, the worse it will be.”

The heat that raced up her cheeks made her curse under her breath. She hated the telltale sign that he’d gotten to her. Why did her body have to betray her so vividly? She scrambled out of her jeans and righted herself before him.

“Is that what you call naked?”

She tucked the corner of her top lip between her teeth and then took a deep breath. It was so easy to pop the clasp on her bra and draw it down her arms. It was also simple to tuck her fingers into her panties and lower them to the floor.

What was difficult was doing so with him staring at her so intently and three people laughing in the front room. Their voices carried. That meant hers would too.

“You’re so fucking sexy…”

A new rush of moisture leaked between her legs.

“Stand with your shoulders back and your spine straight.”

She followed his direction, feeling decidedly more naked by the second. He was still wearing everything. And his gaze… Damn…

“Turn around. Slowly.”

She gasped. It felt so naughty. So unbelievably arousing and naughty at the same time.

“Do you want me to spank you now? I was going to wait until later. My palm will reverberate throughout the apartment. The walls are thin. But your hesitation tells me you’d prefer I go ahead and punish you before you suck me off.”

She flinched. No way in hell did she want to let him spank her with his friends in the other room. Besides the resounding slap of his hand against her ass, she would cry out when he did so. Hell, the neighbors would know about her sexcapades.

She spun around to face the door. It loomed in front of her, a symbol of how little there was between her naked body and the closest people Leo had to a family. Friends she would have to face for as long as she was with him. She did not need to put herself in a position of needing to duck her head in embarrassment every time she saw them.

She trembled while she stood with her back to him for long moments.

“Good girl. I love how your sweet ass curves. There isn’t a mark on you from the other night. Later, it will be pink from my palm.” His voice got closer. “Does the idea make you wet?”

“Yes,” she whispered. No sense denying it. One swipe between her legs would tell him everything he wanted to know.

“You know why I’m so hot for you?”

“No.”

“Because it makes my cock harder every time you argue with me.”

Shit
. She’d argued with him a lot.

“Yeah. I think you know what I mean. You know why?”

She shook her head.

He brushed her hair away from her neck from behind and kissed her gently at the bend in her shoulder. “Because I keep a running tally of how I’m going to punish you later for being so defiant.”

She shuddered. It was difficult to breathe. Was there a lack of oxygen in the room?

“You’re so inherently submissive. No matter what I suggest, you slip deeper under my domination. Do you realize that?”

“Yes.” And it unnerved her.

“It’s hot. I’m going to come so fast inside your sweet mouth.” He stepped back, no longer touching her. Even his breath was gone from her skin.

She missed it immediately.

“Turn around. Kneel before me. Undo my jeans.”

She slowly forced her body to move. It was hard to concentrate on anything except wrapping her mouth around his length. She’d never wanted anything more. Was it the power of suggestion? Was she truly as submissive as he insinuated?

Every time they were together, he amped up the bossiness. How far would he go?

She lowered to her knees in front of him, noticing he had strategically placed her so she was on the thick rug beside his bed. She reached for the button on his jeans and pulled it through before lowering the zipper and then tugging the denim along with his underwear over his hips.

“That’s far enough.”

Hmm. What was the point? She would like to have his thighs bare so she could nuzzle them while she worked, wrap her hands around their thickness. She lifted her gaze.

He was smiling knowingly down at her.

Oh
. She shuddered again. Half of the plan was to put her in a particular state of mind by having her naked and him clothed. Damn him. It worked.

“Spread your knees apart, Katie. Don’t rub yourself while you suck me. This is for me this time. You’ll get yours later.”

She inched her legs apart, her nudity taking on a new meaning with the exposure.

His cock bobbed in front of him. He tugged his T-shirt up his stomach enough to give her better access. It was tight enough around him to stay in place.

“Lick the tip first, babe. I want to feel the rasp of your tongue.”

She crawled forward a few inches, grabbed his hips with both hands, and leaned forward to do as he instructed. She drew the bead of precome from the small slit and pulled it into her mouth. Salty. Tangy. Leo.

“Mmm. That felt good. Go on. I’ll let you explore how you want this time.”

This time? She imagined a day in the future when he would hold her head against him, forcing himself deep. Would he do that?

A line of wetness ran down her thigh. Her clit pulsed. It was so swollen the hood had pushed back on its own.

She released one hip and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. So thick. When she swirled her tongue around the mushroom-shaped head, he moaned softly.

“Jesus,” he breathed. “That mouth. That’s the same mouth that defiantly argues with me?”

She tried to ignore the way her breasts swayed heavily in front of her, the way her nipples puckered. She leaned closer to let them brush against his jeans.

Leo grabbed her shoulders and forced several inches between her aching tips and his clothes. “Not yet. Same goes for those sweet tits as your pussy. Don’t rub against me.”

If it was possible, her nipples doubled in size at those words. Why the hell was she getting off more and more with every demand that she not pleasure herself? It was senseless.

With a moan, she sucked his cock all the way into her mouth as deep as she could, giving him no warning.

“Jesus, Katie.” He squeezed her shoulders tighter with both hands, probably to keep from swaying.

She slowly pulled her mouth off with enough suction to make him stiffen.

“That’s… Oh. God…”

Yes. That was what she was going for. She had half a mind to release him and leave him hanging like he was doing to her. Maybe if she demanded he get her off before she finished him, he’d have mercy.

She knew it was wishful thinking, though. He ruled with a heavy hand. It would totally backfire on her. She’d undoubtedly find herself trussed to his bed and teased into submission for hours if she attempted to get the upper hand like that.

Plus she enjoyed sucking him. No other man had ever elicited this kind of response in her. Blow jobs were not her thing ordinarily. In fact, she’d only given a few, and it had been a long time ago.

True to his word, he let her control the entire thing. She wrapped her palm around the base of his shaft again and let it slide up and down while she toyed with the tip, tracing the head and dragging her tongue through the slit several times.

She had to consciously avoid moaning, which was a challenge.

At some point, Leo threaded his fingers into her hair, but he neither pulled nor pushed, just rested his hand on her head.

When he bucked his hips subtly toward her, she sucked him back into her mouth as deep as she could tolerate and thrust up and down gradually at first and then faster.

She was aware of her breasts bouncing as she worked him, giving her none of the satisfaction she craved. How long would he make her wait for her own orgasm?

His cock stiffened further in her mouth, and she sucked him deeper, harder, letting her cheeks collapse with each pull. When his hand gripped her scalp and he sucked in a sharp breath, she thrust as far as she could one last time. He bathed the back of her throat in pulses, a groan escaping his mouth that made her feel powerful.

She did this to him.

He might be bossy and controlling and downright dominant with her, but she had the power to make him lose his mind with her mouth.

When he was spent, he eased out from between her lips, released her head, and tugged his jeans over his hips. His hands shook, and she smiled as he lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress.

For long moments, they stared at each other, his intense gaze boring into her where she still kneeled in front of him with her head tipped back.

Finally he spoke, his voice deeper and gravelly. “Come here.”

She stood and took a step toward him.

He lifted her chin with two fingers. “You’re amazing.”

Her nipples jumped to attention.