Chapter 19
Kenzie
The moment Axe had dropped his head between my spread thighs, I knew heaven and earth had collided.
Few men were as accomplished with their tongues as the rugged smokejumper. Whereas I’d thought his kisses were mind boggling, what he was doing to my pussy had sent me straight into sheer bliss.
His tongue traced my delicate folds, the man taking his time to torment me into submission. That’s exactly what I knew he was doing, keeping me on a higher plateau until he decided I was deserving of his cock.
Right now, that was fine with me. My toes were already curled, pushing into the bed as I raked my fingers through his hair. I honestly had no idea what I was doing, my breath caught in my throat the second I’d felt his blazing hot breath skimming across my naked pussy.
As he darted the tip of his tongue around my clit, my belly coiled from extreme pleasure. Every muscle in my body was tense but in a good way.
He’d wanted me to surrender to him, just like I expected every other woman in his life had done over the years. I’d tried to fight the urge to do so, preferring to remain edgy around him because I knew his smile alone could toss me into falling prey to his charm.
Axe had me right where he wanted me, taking his time at first to tempt me into thinking he would go easy on me.
I should have known he was just pretending.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me in position as he continued sucking on my clit until the tiny nub was sensitive. “What are you doing to me?” I knew he wouldn’t answer. I wasn’t even certain my words hadn’t been too garbled to understand.
Even though I’d fisted his hair, potentially ripping strands from his head, he wasn’t deterred in the least. He dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy twice before driving at least two fingers inside. The pleasure churning slowly in my belly was expanding. Every muscle ached.
Every synapse was on fire, every nerve ending exploding from the raw ecstasy.
And he was just getting started.
Every action he took was relentless, savage in nature just like the man he’d become. He used his fingers, mouth, and tongue, pushing me higher on the precipice. The rhythm used was slow at first, but very quickly built to a rapid staccato that ripped at every breath I took.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The sounds were garbled, echoing in my ears. I dug my heels into the bed, fighting his hold for no other reason than the rapture was driving me wild. The momentum continued to build, pushing me into pure nirvana.
When he slowed, I gasped, fisting the bed. “Oh, my God.” I kept my eyes shut, fearful that I’d lose all sense of control around him dare I look into his eyes.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice close to being unrecognizable.
I didn’t at first and my insolence was rewarded with a savage swat on my pussy lips.
Yelping, my eyes flew open, my reaction to the pain nothing I could have expected: sheer crazed hunger that was instantly overwhelming.
“I’m looking. Okay? I’m looking.”
“You’re going to watch as I bring you to a powerful orgasm.”
“What if I can’t do it? What if I can’t let go?” Still breathless, I was shocked he could understand a word I was saying.
He took a deep breath, swirling his tongue around my clit before chuckling. I’d heard him laugh a thousand times, but tonight, he was no longer a man but the beast he’d warned me about.
And damn it, if I wasn’t losing my mind as well as what little control I’d had around him.
“Trust me, Palomino Girl. You will. More than once.”
Challenge presented. Challenge accepted.
He gripped my legs, pushing my knees to the bed.
The moment he rubbed his entire face up and down my pussy, my breath caught in my throat with a sharp cry.
My fingers fisted the sheets, my body lifting from the bed in a deep arch before I realized I’d even moved.
The pleasure was sublime, his technique even better than before.
Or than I’d imagined.
Holy shit, the man was hot. He wasn’t just pleasing me. He was pushing me to the point of no return where no other man would ever satisfy me the way he had.
Why did I have the distinct feeling the man knew that as well as the level of control he’d already commanded over me? Because maybe I did know him better than I cared to admit.
Even if what I’d just admitted scared the hell out of me. As terrible as it sounded, I didn’t want to crave him the way I did. Not with such deep intensity that I already felt as if I’d lost a part of myself.
Just like he wanted.
His tongue continued assaulting me in the best way, taking me to the very edge then pulling back. When I lolled my head to the side, he cracked his fingers across my pussy. Another harsh reminder that he was very much in control.
The orchestrated rhythm built even more, leading to a crescendo that I knew I couldn’t ignore.
He was playing me like a fiddle, anticipating the exact pressure to use, alternating between moments of mind-blowing staccato and soulful adagio.
The change in tempo and style was everything a woman could crave.
There was no holding anything back around him. There never had been.
When I pushed up from the bed again, panting to the same vibrant beats, his eyes held amusement. I was so frustrated that he was holding back my ability to climax I was ready to rip him a new one.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he let go of the dam. The orgasm dragged my breath away, the garbled sound I let go nothing that I could ever consider sensual.
But he didn’t seem to mind, making good on his promise of requiring me to come a second time.
I was so sensitive I clawed at him while gasping for air. He wasn’t interested in letting me go just yet. Forceful in the way he held me down, I had a feeling my skin would bruise from his brutal hold and in truth, that was just fine by me.
The pressure continued to build until I was certain I couldn’t take it any longer. Maybe he sensed my distress because he thrust at least four fingers inside, pumping them wildly while he sucked on my clit. That was all my body and soul could take.
I reared up from the bed again, jerking the bedding with me. Nothing could squelch the scream that flowed from my mouth. I thumped back down, taking some comfort in the softness of the mattress even while the bedspread remained scratchy to my hot, wet skin.
His actions didn’t stop for several seconds. I was exhausted, unable to move. I almost couldn’t breathe, but I managed to despite the jolts of electricity skimming through me, creating one major wildfire.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your eyes open?”
Every time he dipped his voice to the gravelly level, I couldn’t think clearly. This time the sound vibrated deep within my system. I did as he commanded, staring into his deep baby blues as he leaned over me.
They were dark and foreboding, more promises made of fulfilling lurid desires. He dropped his eyes to my lips as I pursed them together, surprising me when he thrust a finger into my pussy, pumping several times before rolling the tip around my lips.
“Like I told you, Palomino Girl, you’re mine for the night. I already made you come twice.” He cocked his head, taking a deep breath while driving the juice-covered finger into my mouth. “Now, I’m going to do it again. Over and over. After that, you’ll beg me for more.”
“I don’t think so.”
His head remained in the same position as he fingerfucked my mouth. There was something entirely too sexual about what he was doing. I couldn’t move or think clearly.
But I could suck without being told.
Very slowly, his lips upturned, the brightness in his eyes returning.
“We shall see about that. You always did enjoy pushing my every button. The difference is that I’m now in a position to do something about it.
For as long and as hard as I desire. Get ready, Palomino Girl. The night is just getting started.”
He climbed off the bed, backing away and unfastening his jeans. Where he wasted no time with mine, with his he was purposely taunting me.
Finally, when he was completely naked, he returned to the bottle of whiskey, even grabbing two glasses from the wet bar.
All three were placed on the nightstand with some sense of detail.
He swiped the bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig, thumping it down with enough force that I blinked.
He glared at the canopy over the bed, twisting his hand around the fabric.
“Don’t rip it down. It’s kind of sexy, just like you.”
His grin didn’t match his hooded eyes, but he lowered his hand.
After that, he returned to the bed, crawling over me as a predatory animal would do. With his hands on the bed beside my head, he leaned over. How many kisses would be enough with this man? Never enough.
This time, liquid flowed into my mouth, quenching my thirst. When he pulled back, his smile was one of mischief. “I couldn’t allow you to remain parched.”
“How did you know?”
“I just did.” He settled between my legs, taking his time to rub his fully erect cock against my wetness.
If I’d had any thought of denying him for any reason, that just wasn’t going to happen. I was on fire, my core a million degrees. Seconds later, the thick head of his shaft pressed against my entrance.
But he didn’t thrust inside, waiting as if to see what I’d do. Of course, my body responded, my hips lifting in an unspoken attempt to convince him to finally fuck me.
He peered down, watching as I shifted my hips back and forth. He forced me to wait even longer, stroking the base of his cock. “Is this what you hunger for?”
“Not at all.”
“You know what will happen if you lie to me.”
“You keep saying that, but I think you’re just bluffing.” I looked away, yawning on purpose.
His laugh was low and throaty, without even an inflection of disbelief. He thought he knew me and had an idea of how to handle me. “When are you going to learn that I will always do exactly as I say?”
“Never.”