Passion and Surrender (The Billionaire's Temptation Book 6) (12 page)

He couldn’t help but laugh, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her close so he could kiss her. “I promise to make you come so many times, you won’t be able to stand—but it’ll have to wait. I’m hungry, and we have work to do. But you have my word, sweet girl…it’ll be well worth the wait.”

She gave him a provocative pout, so he couldn’t resist catching her plump lip between his teeth and stealing a kiss. “Fine…but, I make no promises to keep my hands off you.”

Marshall could already picture her tied to the bed. “Now that sounds like a challenge I’ll like.”

Chapter Sixteen

After they’d gone out for a quick bite, Harper spent the next few hours at Marshall’s side as they worked together, discussing his design and tweaking it, so by the time they finished, she was convinced they had a toy unlike any other. Though it looked to an extent like a rabbit vibe, with a long, thick shaft for penetration and a smaller extension to stimulate the clit, it also had a more slender shaft for anal penetration, in addition to a flange at the base, which was designed to stimulate those deep labial nerves.

She found it hard to contain her excitement, her smile stretching from ear to ear. “I can’t wait to get the prototype made. I think it’s going to be fantastic, Marshall. This is going to blow away the competition.”

“You’ll be the first to try it—you have my word.” Marshall got to his feet, and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, his sleeves already rolled up to expose the tanned skin on his powerful forearms. But his hands were what held her focus—the hands of a surgeon—as his fingers made quick work of the buttons, knowing just how much they were capable of. Sometimes it seemed as if every touch seemed to be exact, precise, perfectly planned for giving her maximum pleasure—and then there were the times when he gave in to the passion between them, not thinking at all, just feeding the need between them as their ancient and primal instinct took hold, all thought erased as their bodies took over, feeding their desires.

He slipped his shirt off and tossed it aside, exposing his muscular chest and ripped abs as a thin line of hair led the way. “We should shower…get ready to head out. There’s a party we should think about going to.”

All she could do was nod, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as he slowly undid his belt and pulled it free of his trousers, doubling it and smacking his palm with it, the simple act making her go wet when he hadn’t even touched her. Never before had anyone had such an effect on her. Marshall left her constantly hungry for him, for what he could do to her, and it seemed she’d never get her fill.

With his eyes locked on hers and his gaze stern, he said, “Strip down to nothing, Ms. Jones.”

The command in his voice had her immediately complying, as he continued to rid himself of his clothing, though he’d left the belt close by, easily within reach.

“I thought we were going to wait?” She couldn’t help but be a little cheeky, but it was probably her defense to feeling so vulnerable. Because
he did
make her feel vulnerable, damn it.

Somehow, he’d managed to capture her heart, making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt since before Josh’s accident. And even then…this was completely different. It felt so much more intense, and that intensity only ratcheted up her feelings for Marshall and what was at stake, what she could lose if it all went to hell.

It wasn’t as though she hadn’t tried to push him away, for all the good it did. And now…well, now, she was in deep, unable to resist him, and willing to play whatever games he wanted. But there was more to it than just the physical attraction. Truth was, she was falling for him, even if she knew she shouldn’t, her longtime crush turning into something so much more.

“Sweet girl—you’re not going to come until I’m ready to let you. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t be teasing you all night long—nor does it mean that
I
won’t be coming.” Now standing naked before her, he wrapped his hand around his erection, and with smoky eyes locked on hers, he stroked himself, thrusting his hard cock through his fist as he watched her undress, her clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor. “As sexy and gorgeous as you are, there’s no way I’ll be able to last the whole night without having you.”

“That’s not fair, now is it?” Down to just her panties, she knelt on the bed and, running her fingers over the lace, she hooked the edge onto her thumbs and slowly shimmied them down over her hips and tossed them off, aiming for sexy, and hoping she didn’t look like a fool. It’d been too long since she last did anything like this, and it was hard not to feel self-conscious about it.

“Fair?”
He gave her a sexy laugh. “I promise, it’ll be more than fair when I have you coming so many times, you don’t remember anyone’s name but mine.”

“And if I come anyway? What then?” Just to prove her point, she let her hand slowly slip down over the curve of her belly to her clit as she bit her lower lip with a needy groan, cupping her breast with her other hand and pinching her nipple so she felt it shoot right through to her core. Worked up as she was from him teasing her earlier, coming would
not
be a problem.

“Harper…you’re being a very bad girl.” And yet, he hadn’t stopped stroking himself, his hips thrusting his cock through his fist as he took a step closer to her.

“What are you going to do about it, Marshall?” She could see the jewel of pre-cum glistening on the tip, stoking her need for him so her pace quickened, her fingers gliding over her clit and slipping inside her. “Because whatever it is, you better hurry…’cause I’m going to…come…”

She was so close, the tension building inside her as every nerve came alive—but then Marshall closed the distance between them, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from her clit, before taking her by the waist and flipping her onto all fours. Before she knew it, he was slapping her ass, the burning sting blossoming over her skin when he thrust into her bare, his balls hitting her already swollen and sensitive clit.

“Mine.” He growled the word in her ear, sending a needy shiver through her as his muscular chest pressed to her back, his hand gently squeezing around her throat, his thrusts hard enough to have her repositioning her arms to brace herself. “Say it, Harper…tell me that you’re mine and no one else’s.”

In that moment, with him taking her rough and hard, her body linked to his, skin to skin, she realized that somewhere along the way he’d claimed not only her body but was well on his way to claiming her heart as well. Suddenly, she found that all pretenses were gone, and there was no point in denying how she felt about him. “I’m yours, Marshall…I don’t want anyone but you.”

“All mine—just like I’m yours, Harper.” His thrusts filled her, pushing her closer and closer to her orgasm, every nerve in her body thrumming with sexual tension, even as she tried to hold back.

“I’m so close…please…I can’t…” She was going to come, even though he’d told her not to.

“Don’t do it, sweet girl.” Yet his pace was relentless and he had her teetering on the edge. He pulled out of her as she cried out in protest, his absence leaving her feeling so empty and desperate for him. “Lie back on the pillows and grab the headboard.”

She did as he asked, wondering what was to come next. Watching him with eager anticipation, he grabbed the bag from the convention and emptied all the promo products onto the mattress, a sundry of sex toys, lubes, and pamphlets spilling across the comforter. When she spoke, it was impossible to keep the sliver of panic—or was it excitement—from her voice. “Marshall…”

“Let’s see what we have here, shall we?” The humor and mischief in his eye had her squirming in her spot, her grip on the headboard tightening. “What about this, sweetness?”

He held up a roll that looked like duct tape with a logo running along its length—but she knew better. It was bondage tape, so he could tie her up anyway he wanted, since the tape would only stick to itself. The thought of being at his mercy—the thought of the things he could do to her, the pleasure he could give her, only made her want him all the more, especially when he looked so damn sexy with his hair disheveled and mischief in his eyes, not to mention his long, hard cock. “Anything you want, Marshall.”

His eyebrows perked up in question with a tilt of his head, taking her in as if trying to figure out if she was serious. He cupped her face in his large hand, his touch warm and his skin just a little rough, and then ran his thumb over her lips, her pulse racing as she sucked in a breath and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Sweet girl…open your eyes and look at me.” She did as he asked, her heart catching as if she was seeing him for the first time, a pang in her chest as she felt herself fall head over heels in love with him. “Do you trust me? Because none of this is any fun if you don’t trust me and it doesn’t give you pleasure.”

There was no pause as she answered, for there was no doubt in her heart or head. “I trust you completely, Marshall.”

She just hoped he felt the same way about her, and wouldn’t break her heart
.

Supporting himself with a hand on the headboard, he leaned in and kissed her, his mouth catching hers in a long, tender kiss that flamed her need for him, her body physically aching from wanting him so badly. And when he bit her lip, it felt like it was a live wire straight to her clit, and she swore, it was nearly enough to have her coming right there, her legs squeezing together in the hope of finding some relief.

Kneeling by her side, he grabbed his cock and brushed it against her lips, smearing the pre-cum as her tongue darted out to lick him. But when she tried to sit forward to take her into his mouth, he fisted her hair and gently pulled her head back, ignoring her needy cries. “I set the pace, Harper. Am I clear?” When she nodded, he continued. “Do you have a safe word you like to use?”

“No…I guess I’ve never needed one before.”

What was she getting herself into?

Chapter Seventeen

Fuck…Marshall was so hard, but he knew he’d have to hold back and ease Harper into things, especially if she hadn’t experimented much. And yet, he loved that she was so willing to trust him, to let him do what he wanted and to try new things. “Then let’s pick a safe word—just in case you need it. Some people use ‘red’—as in stop.”

She nodded, her breaths shallow and skin flushed with arousal, as he slowly stroked himself, unable to resist when she looked so gorgeous. “I can remember that.”

Grabbing a length of the bondage tape, he tied her delicate wrists together, before binding them to the bed, her nipples hard and her body stretched tight so that her breasts sat perky and high as if in offering. Unable to resist, he let his fingers trail over her skin, between her breasts, pausing to tease and pinch her nipples erect, giving them a tug and rolling them between his finger and thumb. She bit back a groan, her hips rocking towards him, begging for his touch, when he grabbed a pair of nipple clamps, loving how her eyes went wide and her breath quickened at the sight of them.

“Just a bit of pressure to heighten everything. It’ll be okay, love—and you have your safe word if it gets to be too much.” He attached the flat clip to her nipples and tightened the screws to apply just enough pressure to arouse without being too intense, a silver chain dangling between the two.

Slipping his finger down between her breasts, he hooked the chain and gave it a bit of a tug to make sure the clamps wouldn’t come loose and to judge her reaction to them. Her back arched and her hips rocked towards him in response as she bit her bottom lip to hold back a needy whimper. “Marshall…I’m begging you to let me come. Please…I’ll do anything.”

“Hush… Patience, sweet girl.” When he let his fingers drift down over the curves of her belly to her sex, he knew just how wet he’d find her. Slipping through her delicate folds, he slowly thrust his fingers into her. “Oh, babe…you’re so ready for me…”

She let out a strangled cry when he continued to finger fuck her, pulling his fingers out and along her lips before plunging them back in oh so slowly, teasing her everywhere but her clit. He knew she was teetering on the edge of coming and didn’t want to push her over just yet. “Please, Marshall…I’m so close…so fucking close…”

“I know, sweetheart…but it’ll be so much better when you do finally come.” He doubted she’d last the whole night, and that was fine. By the time she did orgasm, he had no doubt it’d be intense. After all she’d been through the last three years, he wanted to give her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

Straddling her chest, he leaned over her, propping himself up with a hand on the headboard, which put him in the perfect position to claim her mouth. Grabbing his cock, he slipped it across her lips, her mouth falling open as she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the head of his cock before wrapping her lips around his girth.

She was so fucking gorgeous with his cock slipping into her sweet mouth as she sucked him eagerly. He thrust forward, forcing her to take more of him with each pass, though with the pace she was setting, he knew he wouldn’t last. Knotting his hand through her hair, he fisted it, taking control so she could no longer move forward and he could take things nice and slow.

“That feels so good, Harper...
so fucking good
…” His hips rocked towards her as he watched her take all of him, her plump lips wrapped around his cock as her tongue teased him and her needy moans vibrated against his shaft. He wanted it to last, but he swore it was impossible when it felt so fucking amazing. His pace started to pick up, despite his best intentions, the energy and tension building at the base of his cock until he could take little more and was coming undone; her blue eyes locked on his, leaving him unable to hide the effect she had on him.

“Fuck, Harper…” His orgasm tore through him as he shot his cum down her throat, his cock pulsing as she continued to suck him, swallowing everything he had to give her until he was finally spent, his body tense with the last tremors of his orgasm, until he was finally able to pull free of that gorgeous mouth of hers. “Sweet girl…I swear, I could so easily fall in love with you.”

With pursed lips, she looked at him as if she was trying to figure out if he actually meant what he’d said, before giving a shake of her head, clearly dismissing it. “That’s just post-orgasmic stupidity talking. But I swear, Marshall—if you don’t let me come soon, that’ll be the last time I suck you off.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, stealing a lingering kiss and giving her nipple clamps a tug, loving it when she groaned. “Though I’m sure you don’t mean such cruel words, I’m not one to take risks, especially when it comes to your lips wrapped around my cock. If you want to come, then I’ll make you come. Just remember…you’re the one who asked for it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Though she sounded a little panicked, he couldn’t help but laugh and kiss her again, before he trailed kisses over the curves of her belly, shifting down and nestling himself between her legs.

“It means I’m going to make you come so many times, you’ll be weak-kneed for days.” And he was going to love every minute of it. “Anything off-limits, sweet girl? And is there anything you’ve ever been curious about and wanted to try?”

She cringed, clearly not comfortable with the discussion, even if she’d just had his cock in her mouth. “Can’t we just…do this? You always want to discuss things.”

He cupped her cheek, his touch gentle. “If it means it’ll get you what you want, what you need, then why not? I won’t judge you, Harper. But…I get it. Sometimes it’s not easy to ask for what you want.”

“Please, Marshall…just make me come. That’s all I want, and you’re killing me.” Her hips shifted and squirmed in her desperation, and open as she was to him, he could see just how wet she was from sucking him off.

But first, he wanted to make sure he pushed her as close to the edge as he could without actually pushing her over. He grabbed a butt plug out of the pile and slipped it against her slick lips, dipping it inside her to get it slick, before he pressed it to the bud of her ass, slowly easing it in.

“There you go, sweetheart…just relax, and push back against it.” She bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she did what he asked, so the plug slid in and was now firmly seated. He knew it would intensify everything he did to her, and when he ran his fingers over her slick heat and plunged them deep inside her sweet cunt, her gasp came as no surprise. Slowly, he slipped two fingers in and out of her, curling them against the tender bundle of nerves as her body tightened around his fingers, his pace increasing until she was coming, crying out his name.

With her orgasm still crashing through her, he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking and teasing it with his tongue as he continued to thrust into her, lapping at her as he pulled her first orgasm into the next, one building on the other as she gasped and quivered in his arms, her legs tightening around his shoulders as she bucked against him. But he didn’t let up…not until she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. Only then did he slow his attentions, her hurried gasps of breath finally slowing as her body started to relax.

He trailed kisses down the inside of her thigh to her knee, her skin silky soft. Each kiss sent another quiver through her, though he was nowhere near done with her, his cock hard once again and aching to have her. He ran the head of his cock up against her clit and down to her slit, teasing her, as she rocked her hips against him, though he wasn’t ready to plunge into her just yet. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I swear, when this is all over, I’m going to murder you—or worship at your feet. I haven’t decided yet.” Her hands tightened around the headboard as if she were trying to keep herself from drifting away. “You make me crazy, Marshall.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He leaned forward and caught her mouth in a hard kiss, his tongue dancing over hers as he thrust his cock into her slick heat, burying himself deep. She was so fucking tight, especially when the plug was vying for what little space there was.

Hooking her legs onto his shoulders, he thrust into her with deep, driving strokes, knowing that the position she was now in meant that his cock would not only hit her G-spot, but he’d also grind against her clit. His pace quickened as he took her with hard, punishing strokes, swallowing her needy cries as he claimed her body once more and pushed her towards yet another orgasm.

When he bit her neck, it was just what was needed to have her coming again, though this time she was nearly frantic with it, crying out his name as her body trembled and shook with the waves of her orgasm. He slowed his thrusts, covering her face in gentle kisses until her breathing finally slowed, though he swore he didn’t think his heart would ever recover.

“Sunshine…” Fighting the need to come, he slowly pulled free of her, and then, kneeling between her legs, he removed the nipple clamps, silencing her cries by gently sucking her nipples into his mouth, one and then the other, his tongue swirling around them, hoping to turn the flicker of pain to pleasure. “Do you have one more for me, love? I want you to come one last time.”

He knew he was asking a lot of her, but he’d never felt so close to anyone before. Certainly not Claire, who didn’t have a passionate bone in her body once she’d gotten what she wanted.

“I don’t know if I can, Marshall…it’s been so intense…” And yet the way she looked at him, so willing to please him, so willing to take all that he could give her, he knew he had the answer, even if she didn’t yet know she was capable of it.

“You have your safe word. Okay? Use it if you want me to stop at any point.” Reaching up, he undid her arms, rubbing them carefully to get the blood moving again, before he brought them to his lips, kissing one wrist and then the other. Running his hands down her legs, he pushed her knees towards her chest, and slowly pulled the plug free of her body. “There you go… Just once more, Harper…”

He grabbed a packet of lube, tore it open and applied it to his cock as he knelt before her, desperate to have everything she could offer him. Hooking her legs up over his shoulders, he scooped her up into his arms as she wrapped them around his neck and held onto him and he slowly lowered her onto his slick cock, the bud of her ass opening for him as he breached the tight ring of muscle.

She was completely at his mercy in this position, as he carefully eased himself into her, taking things as slow as he could, in order to make sure he gave her body enough time to adjust. “You okay, love?”

“It’s intense, but…wow. Yeah…I’m fine…more than fine…” And then she was kissing him hungrily, frantically, urging him on as he gripped her waist, slowly lifting and lowering her onto his hard length.

She was so incredibly tight, and it felt so fucking good, he swore he’d never felt anything like it. “Bloody hell, Harper…you feel amazing.”

Her mouth was on his once more in response, his tongue finding hers in a heated dance as his pace quickened, driving himself deep inside her and claiming her once more. He was so fucking close to coming, the tension thrummed inside his body like he was trying to hold back a summer storm, taking them both deeper, harder, until she was crying out once more as she came in his arms, his own orgasm tearing through him with those final thrusts, his cock pulsing deep inside her ass as he filled her with his hot cum, his heart and soul hers.

“Fuck, Harper…I swear I’m in love with you.” He lowered her to the mattress and cradled her to his body, kissing her face sweetly as his cock slipped free of her body and his cum spilled out of her ass and down onto her thighs. “Are you okay?”

Her body shuddered in his arms as she burrowed deep in his embrace, making him worry. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, but fuck…she was making his head spin.

With a ragged breath, she kissed his neck, pressing her lips to the pulse on his neck, before returning her head to his chest. “I think I love you too, Marshall…though I also think too many orgasms have left us brain dead, and clearly not thinking straight.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he kissed the top of her head. She may be right, but at that moment, he didn’t care. She was his, and nothing had ever felt so right. “Just so we’re clear, there’s no way I’m ever giving you up, sweet girl.”