Playing with Temptation (21 page)

She circled the base of his shaft with her fingers and took him between her lips, sucking on just the tip of his cock before leisurely running her hot, slick tongue all the way down the thick length of him, then back up. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head and drew on him like a sweet lollipop, tormenting him a bit, over and over, until his breathing grew labored.

“Stop teasing,” he growled in aroused frustration.

“But it’s so much fun,” she murmured, taking just a few inches of him into her wet, warm mouth. Especially since he couldn’t touch her, which gave her all the delicious power of seducing him.

She elicited another suctioning pull on the head, and he swore beneath his breath.

“
Deeper
,” he ordered and didn’t give her a choice.

His hips pushed forward, slow but steady, and even when she tried to pull back to release his cock from her lips, he kept advancing, until the back of her head pressed against the wall and the tip of his shaft hit the back of her throat. He was buried to the hilt in her mouth, and feeling as though she might choke, she panicked and splayed her hands on his thighs, prepared to push him away.

“Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose, sugar,” he commanded gently, giving her time to adjust to the fact that she was now at his mercy. “Let me fuck your mouth.”

He was asking, not demanding, and she let her tense body and mouth go slack around his length.

“Good girl,” he murmured and started moving, withdrawing slowly until her lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, then thrusting deep again.

He slid in and out of her mouth, groaning and shuddering with pure bliss. He took what he wanted, what he needed, all without breaking her rule about using his hands. She cast a glance up at him and found him watching her, his eyes dark and scorching hot with desire. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as he filled her mouth once more and she eagerly took all of him.

“Jesus, Raina.” His hands curled into fists against the wall, as if he had to resist the urge to plow his fingers into her hair. “Watching my cock slide in and out of your mouth, and feeling your throat tighten around the head when you swallow around the tip, is hotter than fuck.”

She moaned at his dirty words and realized that, while he might be the one to control the pace, she alone had the ability to push him over the edge. That heady power was all hers, and she embraced it. When his hips pumped forward again, she tasted the salty drops of pre-cum on her tongue and felt the vein running along the underside of his shaft pulse. She sucked him hard on the retreat, grazing him lightly with her teeth all the way back up to the ridge of his crown while raking her fingernails down his muscled thighs.

His eyes rolled back, and a hiss of pleasure left his lips. “I’m so fucking close,” he rasped, sounding like a desperate man. “If you don’t want this, push me away.”

She wanted everything. All of him. Her own arousal thrummed through her, making her ache, and very, very wet. She doubled her efforts to get him off, and it wasn’t long before his big body was shuddering, his hips jerking erratically. His abs rippled and his thighs flexed beneath her hands as he shoved deep one last time, lodging himself against the back of her throat. With a hoarse shout, he came, and she swallowed every last bit of the creamy fluid.

He pulled out of her mouth, and she looked up at Logan. His forehead was pressed against the wall, his face was etched with ecstasy, and he was struggling to catch his breath. Pleased with herself, she gradually kissed her way up the length of his body, until she was standing on her own shaky legs in front of him. He lifted his head and opened his eyes, his gaze replete with satisfaction. “
Goddamn
,” he breathed, and managed a hot, sexy smile. “That was pretty fucking epic.”

She laughed, knowing he’d gotten off on switching their roles, so that he was the one with all the authority. “Who ended up being the bossy one after all?” she accused lightheartedly. “Do you
always
have to be in charge, one way or another?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he drawled huskily. “But I didn’t break your rules.”

She caressed her hands across his chest and brushed her thumbs over his erect nipples. “I have to stop underestimating you.”

“Yes, you do.” A much-too-smug look passed across his features. “
Always
expect the unexpected, sugar.”

He curved a big hand around the back of her neck, tangled his fingers in her hair, and pulled her close while dipping his head toward hers. He kissed her, deeply and thoroughly, definitely
unexpected
and very much a shock after what she’d just done to him. He obviously didn’t care, and the voracious way his mouth ate at hers and the carnal sweep of his tongue tasting
everything
was so freakin’ hot she moaned and melted against him. The ache between her thighs turned into a burning need, and she was so tempted to wrap her legs around his waist so she could rub up against him and take her own release.

He finally ended the kiss, a knowing smile on his lips. “I still have big plans for you tonight,” he said as he took a step back and let his hands fall to his sides, his entire demeanor shifting to the dominant man she found so hard to resist. “Get in the bedroom and get undressed. Now.”

R
aina couldn’t get
to her bedroom fast enough, and Logan was right behind her when she turned on the bedside lamp. He’d pulled up his pants and zipped them up but left the top button undone, his chest still bare, making him look even more ridiculously gorgeous and sexy than he already was.

“If you make me ask you to get undressed again, it’ll be followed up with a few swats of my paddle to your ass,” he said, snapping her attention back to him and the specific order he’d given her.

He’d left the spanking paddle he’d used on her the previous evening in her nightstand, along with the rest of her naughty toys, so his threat wasn’t an idle one. Wanting to skip any kind of punishment tonight, she pulled off her sandals and began unbuttoning the front of her dress while he went into the adjoining bathroom. When he returned, he was holding a clean towel, and she was down to her underwear.

His gaze raked the length of her like a physical caress, and her nipples tightened into hard peaks, which he noticed. “I suppose you want my panties for your collection?”

He gave her a slow, wicked grin. “Absolutely, sugar.”

She pushed them off her hips and down her legs, then tossed him the scrap of satin and lace. He caught them in his free hand and rubbed his thumb over the cotton panel, his eyes darkening and his nostrils flaring, as if he’d just inhaled her scent.

“They’re fucking soaked with your juices.”

His gruff voice and his unrefined words made her even wetter. “Sucking you off turned me on.”

“Then let’s do something about that.” He arranged the towel across her chaise lounge, then turned back to look at her. “Just in case things get messy,” he explained with both heat and amusement in his tone as he motioned to the chair. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Sitting down on the elongated chair, she leaned back into the slight incline and stretched her legs over the curved midpoint of the lounge, designed to relieve stress on her lower back and enhance maximum relaxation. She’d always enjoyed reading on this chaise after a long day at work, and it now suddenly reminded her of one of those contoured sex chairs she’d seen online. And judging by the purely sinful way Logan was eyeing her as he approached the foot of the chair, he was thinking and imagining the same thing.

“Spread your legs so I can lie between those gorgeous thighs and see just how wet you are,” he said as he knelt on the floor down by her feet.

Realizing how exposed she was about to be, she ignored the surge of heat low her in belly and parted her thighs. As soon as they opened and made room for him in between, he moved his upper body up the sloped end of the chaise and draped her calves over his shoulders so that he was just a few inches away from her pussy. Since she was still sitting up, she could see his face just as clearly, and there was no mistaking the flare of lust burning in his gaze.

He slid his hands along the outsides of her thighs and splayed them on her hipbones, then lightly skimmed his thumbs along the grooves that led down to her sex, teasing her with the promise of a more provocative caress. “I’m dying to fuck you with my tongue, but I want to watch you touch yourself more. Show me what gets you off,” he murmured, rubbing the stubble on his jaw against the soft, tender skin of her inner thigh.

A shudder stole through her, and she bit her bottom lip, deciding if he wanted a peep show, she was going to give him one that shattered that control of his. Placing both hands on her breasts, she kneaded them in her palms and plucked at the taut nipples with her fingers, watching as Logan’s gaze darkened with hunger as he turned his head and lightly bit her thigh, then soothed the sting with his tongue.

Raina inhaled a sharp breath, feeling that searing, wet lick all the way up to her pussy, which clenched and tingled with the unbearable need to be touched and stroked.

A bad-boy smile curved the corner of his sensual mouth as he looked up at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “You tease me, I’ll tease you,” he said in a dark, rumbling voice as he blew a hot stream of breath across her damp folds that made her hips buck toward his mouth, which he quickly moved away.

She’d never known a man to be so damn arrogant and charming at the same time, but Logan managed to pull it off with undeniable confidence. Giving him what he wanted, she trailed the fingers of one hand down her belly and between her legs. She lightly traced them along the smooth, waxed outer lips of her pussy and lower, where she was so wet and slick with desire. She spread the moisture over her clit, felt the huff of Logan’s hot breath against her skin, and moaned softly.

She closed her eyes and rolled her head back on the chaise, needing so much
more
. “Logan…” she whispered huskily.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

She was so empty deep inside…
“Your fingers.”

He brought his hand around from her hip and grazed his palm up her thigh. “Where?”

“In me,” she breathed, and just in case he needed more specific instructions, she gave them to him. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

She gasped as he thrust two fingers inside of her, filling her all the way and taking her pleasure to another level as he pumped them in and out of her channel. The tips of his fingers dragged against that sweet spot along the inner walls of her vagina, and with each slow, deep thrust, she worked her clit more quickly, until she was arching her hips into the delicious friction and the heels of her feet dug into Logan’s muscled back as she climbed closer and closer to release.

Right at the precipice, he grasped her wrist with his free hand and pulled her fingers away.

“
Noooo
,” she protested, unable to believe he’d stop her right on the edge.

“
Mine
,” he growled, and she wasn’t sure if he meant her or the orgasm, then she no longer cared as he replaced her fingers with an open-mouthed, suctioning kiss on her sensitive clit that shot her straight back into the stratosphere of orgasmic bliss.

She moaned helplessly as he licked her in long, firm, rhythmic strokes and used his tongue in wicked, depraved ways designed solely to make her come. And she did. Explosively. A hoarse cry escaped her as she twisted her fingers in his hair, her entire body shuddering and writhing beneath the onslaught of his mouth and the rich, decadent pleasure coursing through her veins.

It seemed like forever before she floated back down from that delightful cloud of ecstasy. Her body felt limp, her entire being languid. Sighing, she released her hold on Logan’s hair as she glanced down at him, still between her thighs. “That was…”

“Fucking epic?” he supplied with a shameless grin as he licked the taste of her from his lips.

She managed to laugh at his presumptuous comeback. “Pretty damn close.”

He raised a challenging brow as he moved off the chaise and stood up. “I guess next time I’ll have to try harder.”

She couldn’t even imagine.

Her gaze was drawn to the stiff length of his erection straining against the confines of his jeans, and she smiled invitingly, her body still sprawled on the chair. “Speaking of
harder
, do you want to take care of that hard-on you’re sporting?” The release he’d given her had been fantastic, but she loved the feel of him when he was stroking deep inside her.

“Oh, I plan to. That orgasm was all about getting you soft and pliable,” he said as he made a little circular motion with his finger. “Turn around and straddle the lounge chair.”

Yes, her body was definitely soft and pliable, so very relaxed that she was willing to do whatever he asked. While she turned around and sat astride the chaise, she heard him open the bedside drawer. She cast a curious glance over her shoulder and watched him walk back toward her with her velvet sleep mask in his hand.