Surrender to Me (5 page)

Hunter didn’t say a word. Instead, he caressed her shoulders, then lower, before easing her bra from her body. Her large breasts hung heavy, aching, tips tight and sensitive. Then Hunter’s palms were beneath them, lifting, thumbing, creating a new scatter of tingles everywhere. The ache between her legs had been a dull throb since their dance, but now? It had become a needy, demanding pang, made worse as Hunter pinched her nipples.

“I would love to see you bare for me. Panting. Wet. Eager. Even the thought of it turns me on more than I can tell you. You’ll let me leave the light on and see you that way?”

It was a question . . . yet not. The command was subtle, but there. Normally, she balked when told what to do, but hearing the hunger in Hunter’s voice made her yearn to arouse him more, whatever it took. “Maybe . . . if you admit that I’m making your dick ache, too.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” She felt him smile against her neck, just as he raked his thumbs across her nipples again. “But I’ll do my best to show you.”

He grabbed her wrist and led it behind her, right over his cock. What she’d suspected from her earlier stolen grope confirmed her suspicion. He was both very hard and sizeable—and surpassed her expectations. Taking every inch of him would be a tight fit, and Kata wanted him inside her so badly, she was nearly ready to beg.

Her stomach tightened, rolled. He was good. Really good. Had she ever wanted it so badly, even though he’d done nothing more than kiss and pet her? No.

Kata moaned. “Hunter . . .”

“Off with this skirt,” he murmured against her skin.

She nearly protested when he nudged her hand from his cock, but he set to work on her zipper. The light rasp of the little teeth filled the room, along with the sound of her own rapid breathing.

“Yeah!” Ben hollered. “She’s got gorgeous thighs. I want them wrapped around my face.”

“Patience,” Hunter scolded. “She’s not even undressed.”

“You need help hurryin’ that up?” Ben raised himself from the bed.

“No. Stay there.”

The sharp command, though not directed at her, made Kata snap to attention ... and caused her to ache in a way she didn’t understand.

With a little tap on each leg, Hunter prompted her to step out of her skirt, then threw it at Ben, who caught the little leather garment—her silly birthday indulgence. “Oh, this feels good on my dick.”

“Don’t you mess up my skirt!”

“Then hurry, babe.”

“Tell me what color panties you have on,” Hunter whispered in her ear as he felt his way across her hip. “I can feel that they’re lace, but innocent white? Black, to match your skirt? Red, because you’re daring and naughty?”

His fingers crept slowly, ever closer, to the juncture of her thighs. Kata’s knees went weak.
Dear God, please let him touch me there
. . .

He didn’t.

“I’m waiting . . .” Hunter’s fingers hovered a fraction above her mound, the heat from his flesh burning—but the absence of his caress was killing her.

“Me, too.” She pressed her hips forward, but he evaded her, giving her the promise of a touch but never delivering.

“Answer me.”

His demand pinged through her like a live wire. A jolt. A flash of desire. “Hot pink.”

“Nice.” In reward, Hunter slid his fingers under the elastic of her little panties and brushed his fingers over her clit.

Her breath stopped, literally, and her heart drummed madly as he rubbed a teasing circle at the top of her pussy, right where she needed him—but not hard enough to send her over the edge. Her clit swelled. She sucked in a hard breath as the ache gouged her belly.

“Please . . .”

“I can’t wait to hear you beg when you really mean it.” His fingers feathered over her clit again. “And you will.”

Something about Hunter’s tone told Kata that he wasn’t just playing dominant games. He wanted to control her tonight. Kata bit her lip at the realization. Warning bells rang in her head . . . even as she melted against him. She gasped at the sensation that washed over her like hot rain. Looking for an anchor in a sea of drowning desire, she reached out for him, clung to his thighs, her back tight against his chest.

This was insane. She didn’t give this much of herself or her control away—ever. Kata knew painfully well exactly where allowing a man to control her would end. She had to find the voice to tell him her limitations now. Equals all the way or she didn’t play. But his touch on the hard, swollen nub, delving deep into her moist folds, was blinding, magical, as damn necessary as her next breath.

“You’re wet. Perfect,” he purred.

“Hunter,” she panted. “I don’t—
ooh!
—beg. I—I—” She gasped. “I don’t submit.”

“She doesn’t,” Ben slurred.

Her flesh tingled, burned. Orgasm was
right there
, and the only thing standing between her and it were his fingers. Still, she couldn’t let this slide.

Gritting her teeth against the pleasure, she reached for her stern voice. “No man commands me. Period.”

“Give me time,” he murmured against her ear, making her shiver again. “I will.”

What the hell?

Before she could protest, he lifted her, cradling her in his arms. Shock tumbled through Kata. Carrying a plus-sized girl to bed? Hell, no! Hunter could feel the effect of every tamale, every bite of chocolate, every day she’d overworked and been too late to hit the gym. . . .

“Put me down!”

Instead of complying, he raised her higher until his lips hovered over her own. “Trust me, Kata. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I might hurt
you
.”

Hunter snorted. “Not likely, honey.”

Before she could argue, he covered her lips with a hard kiss. Kata linked her hands around his neck and clung for dear life, expecting to have her ass meet the carpet at any moment. Instead, he sauntered across the room like he didn’t have a care. Soon, she felt the mattress and slightly stiff hotel sheets against her back.

“All better?” he murmured.

“No. You didn’t listen!”

“You didn’t trust me.”

Ben crawled across the bed to them. “Finally!”

Kata felt a hand slap down on her stomach and flinched. Was it terrible to admit that she almost didn’t want Ben here? Not in his current state, anyway. Normally, they had fun and laughs, but tonight . . .

“Gimme those luscious tits,” her friend demanded, his hand working up until he grabbed a breast and used it as a guide to pull himself closer. His mouth drifted across her shoulder, teeth slightly nipping. “You always taste good.”

Ben licked his way to her nipple, and she settled into the bed, trying to relax. She was naked, he was there, and . . . where was Hunter?

No sooner had she wondered than she felt the bed dip at her feet. Two hot hands clutched her panties and dragged them down her legs. Then his fingers curled around her ankles and urged them wide apart.

As it had every time Hunter came near, Kata’s stomach tightened and her heart galloped like a herd of wild horses. She offered no resistance as he crawled between her thighs and breathed right over her slick folds.

He brushed his thumb over her clit, and she sucked in a huge draft of air, fisting the sheets. Ben took that as a cue to suck the other nipple into his mouth, and before she could process the feeling and the rough slide of his teeth, Hunter dragged two fingers through her slick valley, then pressed them inside her deep. Almost instantly, he found a magically sensitive spot and rubbed. Arousal soared through her. She gushed, cried out, spread her legs wider, and lifted her hips in a silent plea for more.

“Ya likin’ this, Kata?” Ben asked, dragging his tongue over her nipple.

Before she could answer, Hunter rubbed that one spot again, unmercifully, and settled his tongue over her clit, slow and sweet, like he had all day.

Kata couldn’t find her voice except to whimper as pleasure bombarded her and the need grew from an ache to desperation.

“Guess that’s a yes.” Ben’s laughter rumbled as he kissed a wet trail down her neck and flicked her wet nipple.

She barely noticed. She was too busy drowning in pleasure as Hunter’s lips wrapped around her little bundle of nerves and pulled it into the heat of his mouth.

“Fuck, where’re the condoms? Shit, left ’em in the john,” Ben groused as he got off the bed, crashed against the wall, and stumbled to the adjoining bathroom.

Kata felt a guilty relief that she and Hunter would be alone for a few moments, and she sank back into the unending pleasure of his touch. He toyed and explored, wringing gasps and whimpers from her, driving her up higher . . . but always dangling her orgasm out of reach.

Seconds—minutes?—later, she heard a soft buzz and stiffened. What was that noise? Everything was still close to dark. Kata frowned. Had Ben never turned on the bathroom light?

Kata felt around on the bed beside her, but the mattress was empty. Was he still in the bathroom? Was that noise him . . . snoring? It sounded again, a light sawing, followed by a harsh exhalation. Ben had freaking passed out?

Hunter never missed a lick.

“Wait! Ben . . . Do you—? O
hh
. . . oh God, that’s good.” She fisted the blankets. “Yes!”

Instead of granting the orgasm shimmering just beyond her reach, he pulled back, teasing her.

Ben snored once more, and Kata tried to pull away. But Hunter held firm, his huge, hot palms holding her thighs open, wedging his shoulders between, his mouth hovering right over her pussy, silently promising ecstasy.

She tried to block it out. “Stop. I’m telling you that—”

“Ben is snoring?”

On cue, her friend’s buzzing sounded again, this time deeper, longer.

“Yeah. We should wake him and—”

“He’s not necessary tonight, Kata. Want me to prove it?”

Chapter Three

H
UNTER didn’t have to prove anything. He merely whispered in that sinful voice what she already knew: She wanted him far more than she’d ever wanted Ben. She’d had this fantasy of being touched by both her lover and a stranger forever and a day. But here, now, her panting breaths mingled with Hunter’s, his unrelenting stare reached through the shadows, promising searing pleasure. Despite her misgivings about his bent for control, Kata wanted him. Badly.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, raising her hips.

He hesitated, then levered himself up to shut the bathroom door—blocking out Ben’s soft snores. He lowered himself to the mattress again, hovering over her, his stare drilling into her in the shadows. “I’m going to take you alone tonight.”

“I know.”

“Repeatedly,” he vowed.

Her breath caught. Desire branded his masculine face as his hot palm caressed her breast, the curve of her waist, before settling inside her thigh—skating heart-stoppingly close to her pussy. And then he stopped. As she strained toward him, her ache ratcheted up.

He seemed to know exactly what drove her mad.

“Keep talking to me.” His husky murmur whispered across her skin.

“Tell you what I want in bed?” Kata had no doubt he was capable of giving it to her.

“That, and more. I want you to be completely open to me.”

“Sexually?”

“In every way.” His eyes were solemn, startlingly direct.

Her heart skipped a beat. Kata pulled her lip through her teeth and peered up at the hard, shadowed angles of his face. “What is it you want, exactly?”

“All you’re willing to give me.” He smiled wryly. “And probably more.”

Those murmured words raised all of her red flags. What did he want beyond passion? Surely not more than a night of pleasure with no regrets. They’d been ridiculously in sync so far.

Maybe hinting at possessiveness was his shtick. Maybe he thought women dug it.
Whatever
. . .

“I can’t promise I’ll agree to everything, but if you do something I don’t like, we’ll talk it out.”

“Good.” His fingers tightened on her thighs. He pried them apart a bit wider, then wriggled down her body. His mouth loomed closer to the ache she desperately needed him to sate. “Kata, I will push you.”

“About the bedside light?” Kata frowned. Would he still want her if he actually saw
all
her curves?

“For starters.”

She paused. “Hunter—”

“Trust me, honey.”

The way he called her “honey” made Kata shiver. Usually, she hated that endearment, but the way he said it . . .
hmm.
Then the rest of his words registered in her lust-ridden brain. Trust him . . . with what? Was he trying to tell her that he was into some freaky shit? He’d done ménages before. What else did he have in his repertoire?

“Look, I don’t know how your preferences run, but I have a few boundaries.”

“Such as?” He breathed against her stomach, pressing mindstealing kisses to her skin.

“I’m really afraid of knives.”

His husky laugh warmed her. “No knives. I’m hard-core, not weird.”

Kata relaxed. Maybe she was overthinking this. “I don’t like pain.”

Hunter shrugged and trailed his fingers through her very wet pussy. “You’ll only get the good kind from me. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

She frowned. “Look, in case you didn’t get it earlier, I won’t be dominated.”

“You’ll be fine.”

His voice reassured her more than his words, but he hadn’t done anything to give her pause, other than put out a dominant vibe. She’d run across that before and walked away unscathed. She could handle Hunter, too.

Kata shot him a cocky grin and let her knees relax to the sides, widening her thighs. “Okay, then. Do your worst.”

“Oh, honey,” he chided, his gaze fused on hers. “Don’t doubt me. I will.”

Before she could reply, Hunter bent to her again. He slid those long, still-slick fingers inside her, thumb grazing her clit just before his mouth took over. He sucked her slowly, a nuzzle, a gentle lick. A tease. She tensed, stared at him.

Hunter oozed confidence—and not just in bed. The man was clearly intelligent. Interesting. Dangerous. His touch gliding over her skin felt gentle . . . but his stare told her that he wasn’t going to go easy on her tonight. Even the thought made her quiver.