Wishful Sinful (Rock Royalty Book 5) (16 page)

After tonight, there was no going back.

But of course there was going back. That was their agreement. After they left Mexico and returned to their other world, they’d return to their former relationship.

Walsh stepped up behind her, his hard-on pressing into her butt. His hands came around to cover her breasts, his second and third fingers scissoring around her nipples. Her head fell back to his shoulder, any thought about after gone. There was only now. This. His touch.

His fingers squeezed together, and she moaned. Her back arched to push her breasts into his hands and her ass into his groin. Walsh bent his head, kissing the spot where her shoulder met her neck. She felt the wet, rough swipe of his tongue. Her belly swooped.

Then he pinched her nipples tighter, and bit down.

Her body clenched, every muscle clamping hard. She turned her head, burying her face against his bicep as she shuddered, as near to orgasm as a person could get. “Walsh.”

His hold let up on her nipples, then he tightened down on them again. Honey squeezed shut her eyes and allowed the strange but sweet bliss of near-pain to wash through her. Then her knees buckled, and he slid down an arm to catch her around the waist.

“This is not where I want you on your knees,” he said.

She flushed, burning to do that, be on her knees before him. “Walsh…” Did it sound like she was begging?

He turned her to him again and leaned down to kiss her, long and soft, the sexual fire banked for a moment. Then he looked into her face. “Are you all right? Do you still want this?”

“God, yes.”

His lips curved. “I’m still the boss,” he murmured.

God,
yes
.

“Go stand by the bed,” he said.

She moved, catching sight of herself in the long mirror over the dresser. Her nakedness struck her, and she stole a look at him, noting he was watching her, noting he was still half-dressed. Her vulnerability only made her more aroused.

With another man she’d run screaming for the hills. But this was Walsh, whom she could trust with herself and her burgeoning sexuality. Somehow he’d sussed out what would take her beyond her self-consciousness and long-held hang-ups.

“Stop there,” he said.

Trembling, she did as she was told, then watched him come closer. Close enough that she could see the rise and fall of his chest. He looked calm, but that fast breathing told her he was into this, too.

“Unfasten my pants.”

Though he didn’t specify, she dropped to her knees. At that, she felt a bead of moisture roll down her inner thigh. She shifted to bring her knees together, but then Walsh placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Legs apart,” he said.

Her belly flipped, but she obeyed, moving them apart again. More wetness released. Inhaling a deliberate breath, she brought her fingers to his button, freed it. Then she took a delicate hold of his zipper. With her other hand braced on the hard muscles of his stomach, she slowly pulled it down. The sides peeled away to reveal the heavy thrust of his cock covered in a silky knit fabric.

She glanced up at Walsh.

His hand caressed her hair, the gesture encouraging. “Touch it.”

Her heart pounded in her ears as she ran her fingertips over the solid length of him. His quick intake of breath gratified her, and she reached for the waistband of the underwear.

He stayed her hand for a moment. “Just the head for now.”

Nodding, she moved the stretchy band until only the flushed crown of his penis was revealed. Breathing hard, she stared at it, fascinated to see a bead of liquid seep from the slit as she watched. Oh, yes. He wanted her, too. Her forefinger shot out to sweep the drop away, and then she sucked it off.

Walsh’s groan sent her gaze to his face, her finger still in her mouth.

“Flirt.” He caressed her hair again. “I told you that teases get into trouble.”

With a quick movement, he shoved his boxers and pants to the ground.

Honey edged forward, thinking this was permission to play with the fascinating object in front of her, but he stepped out of her reach to yank back the covers on the bed. The maid had left another arrangement of scarlet hibiscus on the white duvet, and the flowers went flying.

“Get in,” he said.

She stood, then hesitated, just to tease a little more. Walsh strode to her, fisted his hand in her hair and yanked back her head to take her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and molded her body to his, the heat of his cock branding her belly. Then he tore his mouth away, released her hair, and spanked her twice on the butt.

“Get in,” he ordered again.

Rubbing her behind as if it hurt—it didn’t, the little slaps only served to bring more sensation to a region already overloaded—Honey climbed onto the mattress.

“On your back.”

More wetness gathered between her thighs. The commands just
worked
for her. Maybe because she was always thinking so hard, trying to do the right thing, anticipating what her siblings needed from her, coming up with ways to neutralize the crap her parents pulled on each other that put the family into crisis time and again.

With her head on the pillow she gazed at her boss. He was no less intimidating naked. She stole a glance at his cock, noting its aggressive thrust and the tightness of the round balls at the base. A feminine thrill that was part nerves and part need coursed through her.

“Like what you see?” he asked, palming the hard flesh.

She nodded, captivated by the way he handled himself. She’d never seen this. Her previous encounters had never included a man touching his own sexual organ, and the roughness of the strokes surprised her. Excited her.

“Now you.”

Her gaze flew to his. “Me…?”

“Show me how you touch yourself, Honey.”

Her whole body flushed. “I couldn’t—”

“I’m in charge of you, and I want to see.” His nostrils flared. He stared at her, in full boss-mode.

He’d see how wet she was for him. How much she wanted to be with him this way. Panic tightened her chest.

His mind-reading abilities must have kicked in again, because he strode over to the bed. “Okay, sweet girl. I’ll help.” He settled onto the pillows beside hers, sitting up against the headboard. Then he lifted her between his legs.

She made a little bleat of noise, but she settled in place, her back to his chest, his erect penis pressing into the small of her back. He widened his legs, then, without a word of warning, he lifted hers so they bracketed his thighs, her knees bent, the center of her exposed.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, and put his palm on her belly. “What a beautiful pussy.”

Honey supposed now was a good time to die.

Before she could think of how to make that happen, his fingers slid through her folds. He spread them to open her farther, and the air washed cool on her hot, wet flesh. Walsh nuzzled her neck.

“You’re doing good, girl.”

She didn’t want to die anymore. She wanted more of his touch, his praise.

He picked up her hand, kissed the knuckles then twined two of her fingers with two of his. She suspected where he was going with this, but she still jumped when they touched her flesh.

“Shh,” he said, kissing her neck again. “Relax. Let’s get you feeling good.”

Closing her eyes, she allowed the back of her head to rest against his chest. Their fingers slid through her swollen flesh, and she held her breath as he closed in on her clit…but didn’t touch it.

As he toyed with her, the sounds of her wetness made her belly tighten with embarrassment. His mouth moved on her neck again.

“Look who’s all turned on,” he said. “I love it.”

Then he lifted their fingers and took them into his mouth. She moaned as he sucked her flavor off their digits, his tongue firm and fastidious, seeking out the taste from between her fingers and on her palm.

She squirmed.

“Sweet,” he said, when he was done. “Like your name.”

“I want to come,” she said, sudden and fervent.

He laughed. “I just bet you do.” Then he cupped her exposed flesh, almost gripping there. She lifted her hips into the firm touch, bowled-over by how practiced he was, how well he could play her body.

Two long fingers found her channel, slid inside.

She moaned, her hips lifting higher, but his other hand pushed them down, holding her still for his retreat and penetration. It was a tight fit, but she was so wet there was no discomfort. He kept up a steady rhythm, still not allowing her to do anything but take what he deigned to offer her. Goose bumps broke out over her body, and her nipples felt as hard as cherry pits.

Without her permission, her hand lifted to one.

“Yeah,” Walsh said in her ear.

She almost yanked it away, but he kissed her neck, bit her earlobe.

“Do that, Honey. Good girl.”

As he continued to screw her with his fingers, she tugged on her nipples, pinching them tighter, remembering Walsh’s sure touch. She moaned, almost overwhelmed by desire. Her skin felt scorching, and her inner muscles clenched hard on his deliciously invading fingers.

He groaned, and behind her his cock twitched. He was seeping liquid too, and it made a wet kiss against the small of her back. “Yeah, baby. You’re close.”

“So close,” she murmured.

“Then touch that needy little clit, darling. Make yourself come while I own this hot and greedy pussy.”

His dirty words took her halfway to heaven, and then she touched her clit. Her arm lay across the one caging her hips, adding more pressure there as she rubbed the bundle of nerves. The orgasm gathered, a pressure in her chest and in her pelvis, and then pleasure rolled, traveling from her toes and from her fingertips, exploding at her center in a starburst of drenching pleasure that he prolonged by the thrust and retreat of his driving fingers.

Finally, the last of the carnal bliss faded away. She came to herself still spread around Walsh’s body and still speared by his hand. It felt…good. More than good.

At his continued possession her clit twitched, and desire stirred again.

He slid his fingers out, nice and easy, then back in. “You with me already, girl?”

She nodded, reluctant to leave the cradle of his body. But she felt the prod of his erection at her back, and she knew the night wasn’t over. A shiver ran down her spine. But when she made to move, he tightened his hold on her.

“I’m still in charge,” he said. “You like that?”

She loved that. But instead of speaking she nodded.

“Then you pay attention.”

Honey nodded again.

“There are condoms in the bathroom. When I let you up, I want you to fetch one.”

“Okay.”

“I want to see your body again, Honey. I want to see you walk away from me so I can look at that sweet ass, and then I want to see you breasts bounce when you return to bed.”

Heat started at the crown of her head and washed toward the soles of her feet. “I can do that.” She wanted his gaze on her.

His movements slow and gentle, Walsh withdrew from her body. He lifted the arm across her hips. Her heart pounding again, Honey tried to gracefully roll off the bed. Then she padded toward the bathroom, feeling his gaze on her the entire distance.

On the counter, the condoms were in open sight in a pocket of his toiletry kit. She drew one out and tucked it into her palm. Then she glanced at herself in the mirror over the sink. Jerking back, she had to take a second look. She could hardly recognize herself with the wild curls, the red, swollen mouth, the flushed cheeks.

Honey Brooks was not this wanton, sexual creature in the mirror.

Well, for now, in this bubble away from home, Honey Brooks
was
this wanton, sexual creature.

She waited for a reaction from her inner self and smiled when she heard it loud and clear.

Hallelujah.

Walsh didn’t usually feel fondness for his bed partners. Of course, he liked them fine, and was always sure they got their share of the pleasure, but he didn’t feel a warmth run through him when he held them after coitus like he did now with Honey. He rubbed his cheek against the top of her hair and felt the fine strands catch on his beard.

He’d probably put a rash all over her sweet body.

Christ, he wanted to do it again.

And he could, he thought, smug as hell. As long as they were in Mexico, he could do it as often as he could manage to seduce her.

It wouldn’t be difficult. He knew exactly how to get to her.

“Mouth,” he said now, to prove it.

She instantly lifted her head to offer it to him. He kissed her, soft and affectionate, keeping a sexual smolder out of it until she made a needy noise at the back of her throat. Then he thrust his tongue between her lips, domineering and possessive.

Honey went boneless against him, surrendering to his aggression.

His cock, which mere minutes before had worked in her tight pussy until achieving an explosive climax, stirred.

Jesus.
Needing air, he ended the kiss and then hitched her over his body so her face looked down into his.

He drew his thumb along the beard burn on her jaw. “The way you take orders turns me on,” he murmured.

Her gaze slid sideways. Even in the dim light he could see new color rise on her cheeks.

“Hey,” he said. “Didn’t you hear me? It turns me on.”

She buried her face in his neck, and he stroked the back of her hair. “Baby, it’s cool. You have a little kink,” he teased.

Her head shot up. “It’s you,” she said, her tone indignant. “You…brought it out of me.”

“Yeah.” He bussed her nose. “I’m a beast.”

“You are,” she agreed. “It’s not my fault that I…”

“Respond like a dream.” He fucking loved it.

When he’d decided to bow to the inevitable and take her to bed, he’d been delighted to discover that what made him as hard as a pike got her going, too. The fact was, that little twist put what they did together safely and squarely in the category of fun and games.

Instead of serious sex, which might be dangerous, it was just some lighthearted bed play.

She rolled off him, but he didn’t allow her to go far. His arm pulled her close again, and she rested her head on his shoulder once more.