Her head popped up from the pillow and her arms fell at her sides as she stared at him. Like she hadn’t expected phase two. He arched an eyebrow at her and pointed at the headboard. “Hands.”
Persephone’s face reddened and her lips parted, but she moved her hands back up and gripped the wooden bars.
The moment his tongue touched her, she groaned with a guttural need that set him aflame. Her thighs closed against his head and he chuckled, squeezing her ass so he could tilt her for easy feasting. God, he loved her ass. Just the feel of it, the softness and weight in his hands, was enough to make him finish in his shorts.
Dodge tasted her and sucked on her flesh, listening to the tenor of her responses for cues on speed and intensity, and played her body like an instrument. Persephone arched her back and her muscles tensed; her channel tightened and relaxed around his fingers as he deepened each thrust, searching for just the right spot...
She cried out and froze, body straining as all of her flushed. Dodge watched her expression, memorizing every detail, and moved his hand slow and easy to tease out more of the ripples that tried to break his fingers. Her chest heaved as she drew in ragged breaths, her legs slowly relaxing, and her eyes remained closed even as she whispered, “Wait.”
He stilled, resting his chin on her thigh so he could watch her, and felt the rest of his heart fall under her spell. He could never get enough of her. He meant it when he told her she could walk away whenever she wanted, but he couldn’t admit that it would destroy him. His world would lose all its color without her in it. He was addicted, completely lost. There was no rehab for him.
The thought made his throat close on sudden emotions, a rare enough occurrence when in bed with a woman, and he couldn’t drag his gaze away from Persephone as she sighed and smiled and stretched languidly in his bed. She finally pried her hands from the headboard and slid them down her own body, murmuring and wriggling, and his cock jumped at the sight. She opened her eyes and found him watching her; her cheeks were still pink, whether from the orgasm or shyness he couldn’t tell, and she looked sleepy and sated. Well-loved.
He dragged his knuckles along the inside of her thigh, looking for her reaction, and hoped she’d turn into a boneless puddle of desire in the sheets so he could tease her to climax again. Instead, she touched his cheek. “You going to join me, or what?”
“I like where I’m at,” he murmured, his voice rocky. “I could stay here all night.”
Persephone laughed, though goosebumps rose on her arms and legs. She tugged on his beard and dragged him up her body. “I want to feel all of you, baby.”
The whispered endearment made him groan. He kissed her fiercely, hungry for all of her, and unbuckled his belt at the same time. His jeans almost ripped as he fought to get them off. She already had all of him, she just didn’t know it yet. Whatever she asked for, he’d give without question or hesitation.
He smiled against her mouth and squeezed her hip. Whatever she asked for. Whatever she wanted. He’d give her the entire world. She just had to say the word.
Chapter 25
Percy
Isaw stars. I almost passed out completely. I lost control of my body and could just hold onto the headboard and moan. I’d never come that hard in my life, even when taking care of myself. It must have been the extended teasing, him denying me the touch I really wanted as he played around and kissed and stroked...
My mouth went dry at the thought and my thighs clenched. Everywhere I touched Dodge was hard and sleek with muscle, except the occasional ridge of scars providing a roadmap to his history. He had a lot more stories to tell.
I just hoped we had time for him to tell me. I wanted to hear about him, I wanted to learn everything he’d been through and seen and wanted.
But in that moment, I wantedhim. His body, his hands, his... everything.
I flushed at the wanton thoughts; I’d never been really bold in bed, I’d never really asked for what I wanted and needed. Dodge was the first man I thought would listen. He cared. He watched me so carefully, it was like he could read my mind.
Maybe that was why I came so hard I almost had a seizure.
Dodge pulled off his jeans with enough determination that I figured he was ready for the main event, too. He wore black boxer-briefs that did little to contain the massive erection that surged from under the waistband. I blinked when he snapped off the briefs and all of him was revealed, since his impressive stature was impressive everywhere.
He must have seen something in my expression that communicated either my uncertainty or my interest, because he chuckled, a low throaty sound that made my skin prickle in anticipation. Dodge stroked himself once or twice, gazing down at the length of my body, as he put a knee on the mattress near my hip. “Baby, we can –“
“Oh, we’re going to,” I said. No way in hell was I letting him get away without feeling him inside me.
I sat up and reached for his cock, amazed by the heavy heat against my palm. He was hard as steel and ridged with veins. I dragged my hand down his length, repeating what I’d seen him do, and was rewarded with a deep groan. Dodge slid back on the bed and leaned against the headboard, trying to drag me up to straddle him, but instead I licked the head of his cock. He cursed and gripped handfuls of the sheets, his hips jerking, and I smiled as I repeated the gentle teasing. Turnabout was fair play, that was for damn sure. I could torment him at least as long as he tormented me.
I kissed down the length and then back up to the head, licking and sucking, and wrapped one hand at his base to help cover more of his impressive shaft.
Dodge cleared his throat a few times and his head fell back against the wall. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Payback,” I murmured.
His fingers worked into my hair at the back of my head, applying gentle pressure to help guide me. He didn’t get rough, but I knew when I’d hit the right spot because his grip tightened and his hips rose and he drew in a shuddering breath that sounded like prayer. I had to clench my thighs together to keep from trying to rub against him, and diverted some of my attention to touching myself as I tried to take more of him in my mouth. Dodge groaned as he watched me, and he squeezed my thigh before replacing my hand with his own.
He almost distracted me entirely from pleasuring him. He hit the right spot and I closed my eyes, thrusting my hips against the hard pressure of his thumb. I could only absently stroke his cock while I tried to ride through the waves of pleasure that built up around his touch. I moaned and ran my tongue around the head of his cock, hardly able to concentrate, and gazed up at him. He watched me with so much heat in his gaze that it almost sent me over the edge.
It didn’t last long enough. I’d almost reached another climax when Dodge pulled me up, squeezing the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, to kiss me. He still leaned back against the headboard but moved me to straddle his thighs, his cock standing up between us. His arms crushed me to his chest as he kissed me, playing with my hair, and his chest hair chafed against my breasts, sparking a bright spot of need that pulled directly at my clit. Dodge held me tight and his cock pressed against my stomach. I linked my arms around his neck as my breasts distracted him.
