Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel (36 page)

When she unbuttoned her
little skirt, McKenna put one foot on his chest, which allowed her
to lower the denim down her long, smooth legs. Once she was free of
the skirt, she placed her foot back at his side, her ankles
pressing into the sides of his chest.

The woman was wicked, and
so fucking sexy she made his tongue itch at the remembered taste of
her. If he had his say in it, she’d lower her sweet, warm pussy
down to his mouth and let him familiarize himself with her taste
all over again.

He knew he didn’t have a say in what she
did, so he simply watched, waiting. He was just grateful that he
had been blessed with the patience of a damn saint because this
woman was more than a handful and she was proving it with every
passing second.

McKenna kept her bra and
panties on as she lowered herself down to the bed, sitting on his
chest with her legs straddling him. With only his eyes, he roamed
her face, her neck, each soft, round globe with the pretty,
puckered pink nipples, and then trailed over her stomach until he
was staring directly between her thighs. He could smell her
arousal, and it made his body harden, but he didn’t pull against
his restraints because as far as he was concerned, at least for
now, he would allow her to believe she was in control.

She needed this, he knew, but not nearly as
much as she needed him to show her exactly how easy it was for her
to relinquish that strong, embedded urge to dominate. McKenna liked
to call the shots, he had learned that quickly. Although, she
enjoyed giving herself over to him more than she was willing to
admit.

When her mouth lowered to
his, her tongue darting out to flick his lips, Tag growled, knowing
she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, so he just pretended
that it didn’t matter. It fucking mattered.

He wanted to crush her
mouth to his, to feast from her lips until she was unable to
breathe unless she was inhaling him into her lungs. His main goal
was to infuse every cell in her body with his presence until they
were still two bodies, but only one soul.

That’s what he wanted from McKenna. He
wanted her heart, her body, and her soul. He wanted every single
piece of her since she already owned every piece of him.

Although he had expressed
exactly how he felt, Tag realized she was holding herself back.
Even if momentarily, it wasn’t enough for him only to have her
body. Granted, he knew he had hurt her, and she was probably only
trying to protect herself, but he had never been the man to have
only part of anything.

“
Your pulse is racing,”
she whispered as her wet tongue slid down his neck.

“
That’s what you do to
me,” he told her, relishing the feel of her warm breath and her
soft tongue against his skin. “You make my body ache for you, to be
inside of you...”

She lifted her head and
gifted him with a small glimpse into her soul. “Every time I look
at you, my pulse beats faster than before. It’s like I can’t get
enough of you,” she said, and he knew what it cost her to admit
it.

Tag could barely breathe
as he waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, he said the only
thing he could, “You’re mine, McKenna. You can do to me whatever
you want just as long as you understand you will always be
mine.”

For a second, he saw a sheen of tears in her
eyes, but they were quickly gone when her mouth returned to his
skin, her tongue tracing the artwork on his chest as she ventured
lower. When she reached his nipple, Tag hissed as she circled it
with her tongue, then used her sharp little teeth to nip the
sensitive brown disc. He forced his eyes closed, letting the
sensations consume him, allowing his mind to memorize every slight
touch, every gentle lick, every stinging bite as McKenna continued
to drive him wild.

When her warm breath
teased his dick, Tag pressed his ass into the mattress to keep his
hips from bucking off of the bed. There was no need for him to try
and memorize what it felt like to have her mouth on his cock
because that was one feeling his body would never
forget.

His eyes flew open when
the head of his dick slid into the hot recesses of her mouth, her
hands not touching him in any way like they had before. She wasn’t
stroking his shaft, or massaging his balls this time, leaving the
only sensation that of her sweet fucking mouth as she assaulted him
with the tenderest of touches. McKenna didn’t suck him into her
mouth, she tormented him slowly, and he fought to keep his body
rigid, not to press up into her, wanting to feel her lips wrapped
around him, the head of his cock thrusting against the back of her
throat as she sucked his release from him.

Being tied to the bed was the hardest damn
thing for him to accept because Tag wanted to touch her, he wanted
to control her movements, to flip her over and bury his tongue in
her pussy while she writhed beneath him. Only McKenna had thought
that one through because his arms were held firmly, his legs spread
around her as she knelt between his thighs, his iron hard erection
subjected to her wicked onslaught.

“
McKenna.” He was warning
her because quite frankly, Tag didn’t know how much more he could
take, and she hadn’t even done anything more than torture him with
her mouth. “Untie me, baby,” he said, the words sounding like the
plea that they were.

Her eyes met his as he peered at her down
the length of his body.

“
Let me touch you,” he
growled. “I need to touch you. Aw, fuck!”

His cock disappeared
inside of her mouth fully, and the sweet suction she applied had
his eyes damn near rolling back in his head. He didn’t want to
think about where she might’ve learned to give the most explosive
blow job ever, but he couldn’t help but be thankful for the skill
she had acquired.

“
Fuck, baby,” Tag groaned,
“that’s it. Oh, God, McKenna. Suck me harder.” He could no longer
control his body as he tried to thrust upward, wanting to go deeper
into that soft, velvety warmth as her tongue curled around his
shaft, her teeth purposely grazing the hypersensitive underside
while the vibrations from her moans shot fire into his
balls.

Tag glared down at her, knowing he wasn’t
going to last much longer. “Please, McKenna,” he begged, “please
don’t make me come yet, baby.”

He was hanging by his
fingernails, unsure whether the next delicate rasp of her mouth was
going to send him over the jagged edge that he was fighting to hang
on to. When she quickened her pace, still only using her mouth,
Tag’s muscles locked as he fought the demands of his body. “It’s so
fucking good, baby! Too fucking good. Don’t make me come yet.
Fuck.” Tag knew he wouldn’t last but a second more. “I need to be
inside of you when I come. I need to feel you wrapped around me.
Don’t make me come, please baby, not yet.”

His words echoed in the otherwise silent
room, but they must have worked because McKenna slowed, gently
releasing his cock from the heaven of her mouth. She was breathing
just as hard as he was, and Tag knew she needed his touch the same
way he needed hers.

“
Let me go, McKenna. Untie
me.” Tag didn’t move, didn’t try to break free of his restraints
because, despite his need to take her in ways he hadn’t ever taken
her, he was going to give her this for as long as she needed
it.

As he locked his gaze with
hers, that’s when Tag saw just how much she needed him. McKenna
only thought she wanted to be the one in control, but he could see
it in her eyes. He was breaking through that hard outer shell, one
delicate layer at a time, and he only hoped that, before too long,
she would give in to what she needed most.

McKenna Thorne didn’t want to dominate, she
wanted to submit.

~*~*~

McKenna kneeled between
Tag’s thighs, watching his eyes as he watched her. How was it that
this man knew her better than she knew herself? Being in control
had always been her way of protecting herself, making sure she
never allowed anyone to get too close, or to know too much.
Somehow, when she hadn’t been looking, Tag had gotten beyond that
wall she had erected in an attempt to keep people out.

She had no doubt that she loved him. She
figured that out a while back, but loving him and letting him in
were two different things as far as she was concerned. Except, with
Tag, they were the same thing.

She had inadvertently let
him in, and the only thing she found she wanted was to be in his
arms, to be lost to him, to let go. Trying to be the stronger, more
assertive one was draining, especially when she was convinced,
thanks to the way Tag had taken her body in ways she never
imagined, she only wanted to be loved.

“
Are you going to tie me
up?” McKenna questioned him as she began inching back up his body.
She couldn’t resist letting her tongue graze his delectable
skin.

“
Do you want to be tied
up?” he asked as he relaxed farther into the mattress.

McKenna had wanted to make
him come, wanted to make him lose control because Tag was a man who
was always in control, and it was frustrating. It was also so damn
hot to know that he would protect her. He was strong enough for
both of them. He made her feel feminine when he was around; as
though she didn’t need to be the one holding the reins because he
wouldn’t take them from her, but rather he would show her what it
was like to hand them over.

“
No,” she answered. She
didn’t want to be tied up. Not this time.

This time, she wanted to be wrapped around
him in every way possible.

“
Then I won’t tie you up,”
he promised, and McKenna believed him.

Leaning over him, she easily unknotted the
ties that were binding him to the bed. Once his hands were freed,
she gently massaged his wrists before starting to move back down
his body.

“
Don’t move,” he demanded,
pulling his wrists back, and sliding his fingertips down her
throat, over her collarbone, then to her breasts where he gently
cupped and lifted them while she watched.

“
Beautiful,” he mumbled,
seemingly mesmerized as he continued to fondle her breasts, her
body temperature rising to dangerous levels.

When he lowered the cups, pushing her
breasts up more, he gently tweaked her nipples, pulling the aching
tips closer to his mouth. McKenna couldn’t stop watching as his
tongue darted out to lave one and then the other, while he
continued to pinch them between his fingers. The heat of his mouth
brushing against the inflamed tips had her belly rippling with
warmth. It was exquisite. That tiny bite of pain, chased away by
the delicate glide of his tongue had her slowly grinding herself
against his chest where she straddled him.

“
That’s it, baby,” Tag
urged. “Rub your sweet pussy on me.”

McKenna groaned as the friction against her
clit warred with the pleasure/pain he was inflicting on her
nipples. Tag continued his sensual assault on her breasts for long
minutes as she continued to grind against him, bringing her closer
and closer to the edge that she wasn’t quite ready to jump
from.

“
Sit up,” he directed, his
hands cupping her breasts once more, squeezing with just the right
amount of pressure to have her arching into his hands.

As soon as the rough
warmth of his palms left her breasts, McKenna wanted to beg him not
to stop, but apparently he had other ideas. He maneuvered his arms
beneath her legs until his biceps were trapped beneath her calves,
but he remedied that when he scooted her forward on his chest,
bringing his mouth dangerously close to her pussy. The only thing
between his skilled tongue and her sensitive folds were her panties
and McKenna suddenly wished they would just disappear.

Tag found a solution for that quickly as he
used his fingers to slide the damp fabric out of the way, exposing
her to his mouth.

“
Put your hands on the
headboard and don’t move them,” Tag insisted, and McKenna
immediately recognized his dominant side as he easily maneuvered
back in to being in control.

Oh, who was she kidding? Tag Murphy had
always been the one in control, no matter what she thought.

Wrapping her fingers around the wrought iron
detail in the headboard, McKenna held on, still looking down at him
as his mouth disappeared between her legs, his tongue spearing
through her wet, folds.

“
Oh...” McKenna threw her
head back as his tongue pressed through the narrow entrance,
mimicking what she desperately wanted him to do with his cock. Over
and over, he continued to fuck her with his tongue, never paying
mind to her greedy clit, and she was somewhat grateful because
there was no way she would’ve been able to hold out if he
had.

Unable to control herself, McKenna began a
slow, rhythmic grind against his mouth, aching to feel him deeper
inside of her, but settling for the moment on having his tongue do
delicious things to her.

McKenna was both relieved
and disappointed when Tag pulled away, gripping her hips and
turning her, so she had no choice but to let go of the iron bars.
When she tumbled to her back, he was kneeling between her legs,
slowly, and methodically running his hands over every inch of her
skin, his mouth trailing his hands as he unclasped her bra before
somehow discarding it without ever making her move.

Her panties were being
peeled down her legs, and McKenna was suddenly breathing harder as
she anticipated having Tag flush against her body. And then he was
there, his mouth hovering above hers, his chest pressing against
her breasts, his stomach against hers and the hard ridge of his
erection pressing intimately between her thighs.