Page 33 of Pleasure Payback
‘In the aftermath, maybe. But not with this.’ He lowered his head until our lips brushed. It was like being caught in an inferno. ‘Never with this.’
My resistance was swept beneath the fiery lust that blazed through me. ‘You want to kiss me.’
He pinned me closer until my pelvis was flushed with his. Until the outline of his thick, hard cock was imprinted between my legs. ‘Fuck yes. I want to kiss you and more besides. You know how long it took to get a good night’s sleep without jerking off to the memory of you sucking me off?’
My breath rushed out, along with a cheeky, unfettered little moan as he rocked his hips against me. The friction released liquid heat, slicking my pussy.
I’d never thought I’d enjoy giving a blowjob until I met Damian. Taking him in my mouth, hearing his hiss and grunts of pleasure had triggered mine in a way I’d never imagined. I wanted the experience again.
But onmyterms.
‘How long?’ I stoked the fires of his memory, shamelessly eager for the validation that our night together had impacted on him too.
‘Too damn long. And it wasn’t just the memory of you giving me head either. It was those insane sounds you made when I spread you wide and rammed inside your pussy that drove me nuts for weeks. It was learning how every inch of your body responds to being fucked. How you felt when you came on my cock.’
I shuddered through the explicit memories.
He’d taken his sweet time, driving into me over and over until I hadn’t been able to think or see straight. Until I hadn’t been sure whether to beg him to stop or plead for more.
Another groan vibrated inside me, but I forcibly snapped it off when I realised what he was doing. He was wrestling control from me. With each roll of his hips, each heated word that made me dig my fingers into his shoulders, I was seconds away from begging him to actively and enthusiastically refresh my memory.
With superhuman effort, I smothered my need, placed my hands over the fingers digging in my hip bones, melting me from the inside out. ‘You’ve told me what you want. Now let me tell you what I want.’
His gaze hazed for the moment, going blurry as if he’d retreated inward, and then he gave an abrupt nod.
‘You turn me on. But I won’t be as easy this time around.’
Abruptly, he released me and placed a few feet between us. I struggled to keep the bereft hollow in my stomach from showing on my face.
‘I didn’t think you were easy the first time around,’ he said in clipped tones. ‘The torment of being under your spell is still seared in my brain.’
I almost laughed but I throttled it back because I realised that laughter was directed at myself. At my unstoppable craving for a man I should’ve left alone. At thinking I was in control when I’d been his sexual slave. ‘I might take you to places you don’t like.’
Again the corner of his mouth kicked up but the action was a lot less mirthful this time. His fingers traced my collarbone slowly, leaving a trail of fire that nearly made me moan again. ‘I’m a big boy. If words fail me I’ll find another way to communicate. I guarantee you.’
His response triggered a need to test his boundaries. Testmyboundaries. So much it terrified me.
I whirled away and headed for the bar. I didn’t really want to drink but I craved respite from the rampant arousal surging through me.
His gaze followed me, heavy and wanting, as I plucked a fresh glass off the tray.
‘I’m getting that drink now. Do you want one?’
A hard mask descended over his face as he strolled towards me. ‘I get my own drinks, thanks.’ The words were sharp and chilled with an underlying note I couldn’t decode.
It reminded me of that night we’d met. His refusal of my drink and the water I’d seen him stick to since. It was either a peculiar ritual exclusive to him or...
My brain threw up blanks. I searched his face but his expression remained closed. He watched closely as I fixed myself a dirty martini and added the three olives I preferred.
He didn’t move from his spot on the carpet. His fists were curled tight and a quiet fury vibrated from him.
Instinctively, I knew his reaction wasn’t aimed at me. ‘Is everything okay?’
He took a visibly relaxing breath although his harsh expression remained. ‘I’m fine,’ he said abruptly.
‘Hmm.’
He watched me for a handful of seconds before perching on the opposite stool. Even with the counter between us, the force of his charisma and sheer gorgeousness hit me square in the chest.
