Wicked Company

Chapter Eighteen

The soaked through material was near impossible to get off, and I laughed at the act, cursing the movies for always making it seem simple. I looked up to see him smiling, but the edge of determination in his gaze, followed by the heat still burning in them, had me swallowing my tongue when my jeans slid halfway down my thighs and his hand tapped against my pussy, a jolt of electric fire running through my clit and up my body.

He dropped his hand from my wrists and pushed me to my knees, his free fingers quick to unbutton his own jeans and push them open. His cock freed, standing erect in front of me.

"Suck it."

Defiant as always, I lifted my eyes to glance up at him through my lashes, waiting, wanting him to lose it. And just seconds later, he did.

He laced his fingers in my hair, gripping the back of my head, and pushed his hips forward, groaning as my lips wrapped around the head. He held me in place, his jaw clenched tight as his hips flexed, fucking my mouth. Mercilessly, his cock filled my mouth over and over, deep, fast strokes hitting my throat and bruising my lips with the most wicked heat.

My bound hands lifted to grab his thighs, my nails digging into his muscles. They tensed under my harsh touch, but a masculine groan filled the air and his hips snapped faster.

Lifting my tongue to press it around the underside of his cock, he shivered above me, his legs flinching as he lost his rhythm. Stepping back, he pulled free of my mouth. I winked up at him and he jerked me to my feet, spinning me and again pinning my hands above my head with one hand, pulling my hips back to arch my ass out.

His hand moved agonizingly slow over my skin before two fingers dipped lower and slid through my folds, thrusting into me in a blink. I cried out, pressing back further, but he withdrew his fingers and a moment later, his hand landed hard on my ass. I gasped, breathing rough as the stinging slap rocked through my body.

"Behave, doll." His voice was low and menacing, my legs quivering at the deep sound when his fingers dipped back down, filling me again. He teased me with shallow strokes before he used another finger to circle my clit.

"Or what?" A moan escaped my throat and again, he withdrew his fingers, two more smacks landing on my ass, one on each side.

"Keep pushing me. See what happens when you do." His hand slapped my pussy again and I nearly came from the stinging contact, but then it disappeared again.

Whimpering, I lost my edge and shut my eyes, determined to keep my composure this time. But he surprised me.

"Keep your hands on the wall."

His hand disappeared from my wrists and a foil packet tore. My legs were kicked further apart, a broad hand on my hip lifted my ass more before he pressed inside. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, not wanting to make a sound in fear of him pulling back again, but when he was buried in to the hilt and he froze, I lost it and rocked my hips on him.

He leaned back, his cock still lodged inside of me, and smacked my ass. My pussy clenched and he whispered a curse behind me, but two more slaps landed before he pulled back slowly, feeling every inch of him before he pressed back inside languorously.

My nails dug into the wall, legs shaking voraciously. I needed to come and I needed to scream when I did, but would he let me? Was the torturous pace he set killing him, too?

I bore my hips back, uncaring of the consequences, but he caught me and leaned forward, his teeth nipping at my ear. He turned my head and kissed me, his cock pulsing inside of my pussy. I was soaked, dripping, my orgasm so close, yet so far. I was dying in his arms and he knew it.

A smile curved onto his lips as they continued to rasp over mine, his tongue teasing my mouth, slow strokes to match the pace his hips had set. He pulled back enough to keep his mouth feathering over mine.

"Say my name."

His cock flexed inside of me, his hand on my hip kneading on it. His fingers had the slightest shake to them, and I grinned. "I told you to make me. But if you can't, I'll have to go find someone who can."

He flinched, his grip on my skin tightening. "Don't fucking push me, doll."

"Or what? Afraid to go there with me?"

"Dani," he warned.

"I make your cock hard. You want me and you hate me for it. I told you to show me how much, but if you can't-"

Before I could utter another word, he pulled back and slammed into me. Over and over again, his forceful thrusts had my mouth hanging open and throat running dry. I tried to scream out against the pain and the pleasure, but he grabbed my throat and pulled my face around. His mouth slanted over mine again, his teeth biting at my wounded lip as he swallowed my cries.

His hand on my hip dug tighter, a strength that would bruise my skin without a doubt. The realization that I'd have a reminder of this moment egged my arousal on, my orgasm just on the brink of exploding.

Just before I could fly over the edge, Tucker pulled back and halted his hips.

"No!" I screamed the protest, but his hand held me in place.

"Are you fucking done baiting me, Barbie?"

My breaths were hard, heaving through me. I moaned when his cock flexed inside of my quivering pussy again.

I pressed my neck tighter into his fingers as they stayed wrapped around my skin. "Why? Had enough? Are you tired already?"

"Wrong answer, doll."