Spider Game (21 page)

He stared into her green eyes. Saw shock. Saw dazed wonder. Saw the exact moment when she became his. Her mouth formed his name. He became her talisman. Her sword. Her shield. Her everything. She became his. His heart went crazy. That look pierced deeper even than his heart. He took her down gently, his tongue lapping. Tenderly. Wanting to hold her. Needing to hold her.

Baby, let me free now. You need my arms around you. My body sheltering yours. Come on, you can’t still be afraid of me.
 

Her lashes fluttered. She took another breath, still trying to draw enough air into her lungs to stop the burning. She shook her head and moved back away from him, to stare down at his face. He smiled at her, trying to be encouraging.

“I’ve got you all over my face.”

He did. She was everywhere. Just the scent of her was enough, but giving her that first orgasm had nearly sent him over the edge. Knowing he’d put that look on her face gave him more satisfaction than anything else. Deliberately he licked his lips, taking in the sensual treat.

“Babe. Let me loose.”

She moved, that sensuous slide of her body back down over his to the end of the bed where she crouched, watching him. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as her naked body, the fluid way she moved, muscles rippling beneath all that soft, inviting skin. Her breasts were marked with his possession. Strawberries covering them. Red. Swollen. Her nipples tight.

“You take my breath away,” he admitted. “So damned beautiful, Cayenne. Come on, baby. You had your fun. Untie me.”

She shook her head, her gaze dropping to his cock. “I’m not finished. I want more. I need more, Trap.”

His heart began to pound all over again. Hunger was stark and naked in her eyes. With her flushed body and her breasts swaying with every ragged breath, he nearly lost control right then, spilling more of his seed onto the throbbing, jerking head of his cock.

“I don’t know if I can take much more,” he said softly.

“You gave me such a gift, Trap. I need to know I can do the same for you.”

He groaned, his cock swelling in his fist. Aching like a bear. He tried to be as gentle as possible, talking to her as honestly as possible. “Baby,” Trap said softly. “I’m trying to give you everything you need. I want that for you. I want to
be
that for you, but you’re killing me here. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Cayenne’s lashes fluttered. Her palm shaped his ankle, fingers settling around on either side as if she had to hold on to anchor herself. “I’m not certain what you mean.”

He tried to stifle another groan escaping in his spite of his resolve. “I don’t want to come on my gut, honey. I prefer your body or your mouth. I don’t want to be acting like some teenage boy with no control. That’s not going to make much of an impression on you, now is it?”

She swallowed, and the action of her throat sent another groan rumbling up his chest. It wasn’t a big jump to imagine his cock there, her swallowing as he pumped into her mouth. In his fist, he nearly exploded, pulsing, leaking so much that his shaft was slick from the movement of his thumb swiping and drawing the liquid down to coat the spiked steel in his palm.

“You’re making an impression, Trap,” she said softly. “I like the images in your head. Seeing what you’re seeing and sharing the feeling makes my body feel hotter and more out of control. My breasts ache, and inside, something is coiling tight and burning me so that I feel restless and needy just like when you were eating me.”

“That’s exactly how you’re supposed to feel, Cayenne. See? You’re not going to have any problem with this. Untie me now, baby, and let me show you just how good this is.”

She pressed her lips together and then resolutely shook her head. His breath left his lungs in an explosive roar of protest. He almost blew it by moving
through
the silk. He could move through walls. To rescue her, he’d done that. Silk would be easier, but Cayenne needed to feel in control. Trap imposed a rigid discipline, clenched his teeth and forced himself to remain still, not taking control from her, although he had known all along he could have. This night was hers. Whatever she needed – even if it killed him – and it might.

She moved again, one hand, one knee. Slow. He wasn’t certain his heart could take the way her body undulated, fluid and sexy as she crawled toward him again from the end of the bed. She wedged her knee between his legs. He should have felt vulnerable, but he was a GhostWalker and he had enhancements she wouldn’t know or consider. Or if she did, she didn’t realize just what he could do. Her concentration was fully on his erect cock. Jackhammers tripped in his head. His blood thundered in his ears and rushed through his veins with the force of a fireball. He liked that she was watching so intently. His fist tightened around his shaft. He pumped. Up. Down. A lazy slide, when there was nothing lazy in his mind.

Her other knee joined the one between his legs and he shifted to accommodate her, spreading wider. “What do you plan to do now, baby?”

His voice had gone low. Enticing. Smoldering. She was over the top of his thighs now, her face so close to his cock. Her lips just out of reach. There was no thrusting up, filling her mouth. She was in control, not him. His thighs were spread wide enough to allow her body between his legs. Her hair fell over his skin like a dark waterfall. He swore a thousand fingers danced over his thighs and brushed along his heavy sac.

“I want to taste you. Feel what it’s like to have you in my mouth.”

“You don’t have to take that, Cayenne. I’ll give that to you. But I need to touch you. Get this silk off me.”

She shook her head without looking up. “You want your cock in my mouth. I see it in your mind. You want me sucking you. My hands on you. I’ll give you that, but my way – not yours. I don’t want to be afraid of you, Trap, or of any of the things you want to do to me.”

“So this is an experiment?”

“It’s how I have to learn.”

Another groan escaped, this one deep and hungry. He had to give her this no matter the cost to him. “No biting, babe,” he cautioned, his cock jerking hard in his fist at the thought.

Her gaze jumped back to his cock. A slow smile curved her mouth and lit the green of her eyes. “A little fear can add to the excitement of what we’re doing here.”

She quoted him nearly word for word – threw his words back in his face and left him wondering if she intended to bite him.

“You bite me and there’s going to be all sorts of trouble. I love your ass. I really do. That sweet curve would look good with my handprints on it, all warmed up and nerve endings screaming for more. You’d be so wet for me, baby. Let me up. Let me make you feel good.”

“If that’s supposed to be a deterrent, or a punishment, I have to tell you, Trap, it doesn’t sound like one.” She said it with a small smile on her face, once again leaving him wondering if she intended to bite him.

Yeah. Okay. That made him hotter. That thrill of the unknown. That bite of trepidation. Being at her mercy. He squeezed his fist hard around his cock, needing to feel a bite of his own. He was going to explode without her mouth if she didn’t hurry.

She shook her head, and her palms slid tentatively up his thigh as she settled back on her ankles. Her breasts swayed invitingly. She moved her hands over his muscles slowly. Too slowly. His cock jumped in his fist and spilled more pearly drops. She leaned closer to him, lowering her head until he felt her breath.

“All right, you’re in control, but at least open your thighs so I can see how wet you are for me. I need to know you’re loving what you’re doing.”

She stayed still for a minute and then slowly complied, sitting back on her ankles, allowing her knees to fall apart so he could see the tangle of curls at the junction between her legs, the little dewdrops on the red hourglass.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

Without warning, more silk spun around his wrist and pulled his hand sideways, away from his cock, pinning his arm tighter to the mattress. He swore as her fist replaced his. Her hand was much smaller and her palm barely curled around him.

She smiled at him. “Don’t you like this?”

Her hands slid up his thighs, moved around to the inside, kneading and stroking. Her mouth followed, small kisses. Licks. He felt her tongue sliding along his inner thigh, and his balls went tight. Hard as twin rocks. She licked her way up to his scrotum. The breath left his throat and his hips moved restlessly. Very gently she cupped his balls, swept her palm over them lightly and then rolled them boldly. Her mouth moved over them, her tongue licking and stroking, making little circles that went straight to his brain – short-circuiting what was left of his ability to think clearly. Sensations shot straight up his spine. He wasn’t paralyzed under all that silk, and he couldn’t stop the shifting of his legs or the lifting of his hips. Another groan escaped, husky and needy.

Her smile went wider. “Yeah, Trap. I think you like this a lot.”

She studied his face, the desire there carved deep for her to see. The lust gathering in his eyes, dark with sensuality, lashes heavy and hooded. There was no hiding it from her, and he didn’t try. He bucked his hips at her. Demanding. He kept his gaze on her face. She was so beautiful, and he wanted to witness that moment when her lips surrounded his cock and she drew him into her mouth.

The thought was so sensual more droplets leaked, this time onto his flat, very hard belly. Her breath caught in her throat. Her green eyes instantly were riveted to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft one by one again, testing, pressing harder.

“I had no idea a man could be this big. How do you fit inside me?”

“I’ll fit,” he assured her with confidence. She was killing him, but he was going to die happy so he just watched her. She wanted to explore, hell yeah, he was up for that, at least until he couldn’t take it anymore. He allowed his muscles to expand and contract as if testing the bonds holding him again. “You were made for me. You’re already so slick and ready. Let me show you how good it can be. What I gave you before is nothing compared to what you’ll feel.”

She ignored his enticement. “I need you to show me what to do with my mouth. Show me again in your head,” she said. It was an order. One he might make. Their roles were definitely reversed.

“I control what goes on in bed,” he said.

“Not this time.” She gave him a little smirk, but her gaze remained on his cock. Her breath stayed there, warm and enticing, teasing him with anticipation.

She
seemed
to be in power, but he could take some of that back by influencing what she did through the images in his head. He showed her what he needed. What his body was on fire for.

Cayenne leaned closer. The tip of her tongue made a little experimental foray over the velvety crest, catching the droplets. Tasting him. Her tongue slid around her lips as if savoring his flavor and then dipped down to follow the wet path on his belly to catch every drop.

So that’s what you taste like. Mmm. Good. I like it. I wanted to like this because I could see how much you needed your woman to like doing this to you. I need to know I will be able to give you whatever is important to you.
 

The most important thing of all to me, babe, is that you want to give me this kind of pleasure and that you enjoy doing it. That will get me off every time.
 

She tasted again, savoring this time, real enjoyment in her eyes. He fucking loved that – that pleasing him meant something to her.

I do want to, Trap. I just don’t know how.
There was demand in her voice. In her mind. She wanted instructions.

Use your mouth, baby. Tight. Like a fist. Suck hard and keep your tongue moving. You want the shaft nice and wet. Remember what I was doing with my fist? You want to do that with your mouth. Use your other hand to stroke and caress that soft area just between my anus and balls. Cup my balls, roll them gently. You have lots to play with. Take your time, and don’t do anything you don’t enjoy.
 

She didn’t hesitate, following the image in his mind and his intimate instructions. She wrapped her lips around him and swallowed him down. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Sensations tore through him and he shared them with her. Letting her feel what she was doing to him. Her fingers moved against him and he lifted his hips, driving deeper into her mouth.

Heaven. Paradise. She sucked hard, her tongue sliding under the flared head to find that sweet spot in his mind. Her free hand continued to stimulate and caress until he was on fire. Her tongue felt like a flame stroking his shaft and then licking up and down until her saliva coated his cock and she had about half of him in her mouth.

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes.” He poured command into his voice, trying in vain to keep his gaze on the junction between her legs. With her kneeling between his legs, her thighs spread wide, he wanted to see if fresh liquid gathered at his hard authority.

Are you wet for me? Burning for me?
 

Yes.
She answered without hesitation.

Even when I talk to you like that? When I tell you what to do?
He
had
to know. He was demanding in bed.

When you use that voice, the burn gets hotter.
 

Satisfaction moved through him. Relief. There was no doubt in his mind that she would suit his every need. At once her lashes lifted and he could see that wide expanse of green. Definitely enjoying herself. That was what he needed to see. She liked giving him pleasure, and she liked learning. She even liked him making demands.

I love how you taste. Is it always like this?
 

“Just with me,” he growled. “
Only
me. That’s it, baby. Suck harder. A little deeper. Son of a bitch, Cayenne, that’s fucking beautiful. Breathe through your nose, and you’ll have to control your gag reflex. Breathe, honey.”

His own breath came in a ragged gasp and in another minute he would have to resort to telepathy because there was no way he was going to be able to talk. Not with her mouth sucking him hard and then switching abruptly to gentle. Not with her tongue wrapping itself around him, doing little circles and then suddenly fluttering like butterfly wings.