Chapter 42
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
“ D epends on how it’s played.”
Moon raised his head from between her thighs. “The first thing I’ll do is give you a word to use when you want me to stop.”
“This is sounding a lot like BDSM.”
When he arched a brow at her, he made her feel like she had somehow disappointed him.
“I thought you said you weren’t a Negative Nancy?”
She gave a sigh of concession. “Fine. My word is—”
“The word is stop .” He didn’t allow her to choose. “I don’t want any confusion about what you want or don’t want.”
His attitude made her feel somewhat better about the game they were about to play.
“Okay.”
“Since you have trouble playing pretend, I’ll teach you how.” Moon scooted himself back down so his face was once again resting between her thighs. “We’re going to pretend that I’ve taken you captive. You want to marry me, but your father has hidden you away. I found you and have begged you to run away with me. You refused. I have taken matters into my own hands and have kidnapped you. I’ve locked you in a tower and been having my wicked ways with you.”
“Wow.” Larissa couldn’t help but laugh. “You really have a good imagination.”
He lowered his eyelids to half-mast. “Are you laughing at me?” he asked dangerously.
Her laughter died in her throat, realizing the game had begun for Moon.
The expression on his face had undergone a drastic change. Shivering in fear, she told herself that he was just playacting. Except … it felt very real to her.
“Not anymore.”
His expression didn’t ease at the quiver in her voice. “When I send you back to your father, heavy with my child, he’ll beg me to marry you.”
“Okaaay.”
Moon’s eyes went back to half-mast as his hand hovered threateningly over her patch of curly hair. “Are you mocking me?”
“Not anymore.”
“Good. I don’t want to punish you.”
“I don’t want you to either,” she said truthfully.
His hand lowered to comb through the curls to part her cleft. Then his tongue started flicking her clit. Stinging sensations had her squirming on the bed until a hand came down on her curls.
She immediately stopped squirming. Trying to decide to be affronted or ask for more, she waited breathlessly to see what he would do next.
“Stay still.” He went back to playing with her like a cat would a mouse. “Don’t make me punish you.”
No, she definitely didn’t want to be punished … or did she?
Regardless of being indecisive, she wasn’t able to prevent herself from moving under Moon’s experienced touch. He stimulated every nerve ending in her body, sending her withering under a skillful tongue that had already stroked two small orgasms out of her. She lost count of the hard smacks coming down on her mound. Her thighs came up to try to move him away from the exquisite way he was licking and savoring her as if he couldn’t get enough.
Breyer had been the only man she’d had sex with, and he had only done this to her twice. Both times, she had been embarrassed at the newness of having oral sex. It hadn’t made it easier that she could tell Breyer was doing it just to please her, which had made it impossible for her to experience any pleasure.
With Moon, it was the exact opposite. There was no room for embarrassment, nor did it look like a chore for him. Watching him was almost as sexually arousing as the act.
Her eyes jerked to the ceiling when he plunged his tongue inside of her over and over. At least this time, she was able to control her movement and lie still. The effort made a fine sheen of sweat cover her body. Bunching the sheet in her hands was the outlet that didn’t earn her another smack.
Another orgasm racked her body.
“I can’t do any more,” she pleaded.
Moon lifted himself into a sitting position. Leaning down, he licked the sweat away from between her breasts. “Are you asking me to stop?”
“God, no …” she moaned out. “I need to come.”
“Do you want me to take you back to your father?”
She had forgotten they were playing his game.
“No … I want to stay here with you.”
She felt silly for playing along until Moon filled her head with graphic images of what he was going to do to her.
“I’m never going to let you out of this tower. You will be waiting for me on bended knees, never knowing when I will come to bed you. I will come so often that you will dread hearing my boots on the stone steps outside the door. You won’t remember what it feels like not to have my cock inside of you.”
Larissa wasn’t able to help the small scream that escaped when Moon plunged his cock inside of her. She was so ready for him, yet his cock easily filled her to the point where she became concerned she couldn’t accommodate his size.
Biting her bottom lip, she wiggled, trying to ease the tightness.
Moon gave her a second to adjust then slowly began moving inside of her. His mouth covered her nipple to bite down. The small bites of pain from different parts of her body heightened the desire she was already feeling.
Gasping at the sensations, she tried to tell herself it was make believe, but the arrogant expression on his face and muscled body could have easily been a replica from the past without clothes to show what time period he had been born into.
Each stroke of his cock had her thighs tightening on his hips. She was almost there … she could feel the tension rising. The small orgasms he had given her had only been a small relief, only to bring the desire to come achingly back stronger than before.
Moon didn’t even appear affected, whereas she felt as if she would explode any second. The only sign he was human was a lone bead of sweat on his temple.
She was caught off guard when he suddenly raised his head and saw she was studying him.
“Stop.”
Moon immediately stopped moving inside of her. “What’s wrong?”
“Untie my hands.”
His hands went under her to untangle her hands.
Once she felt her hands loosened, she pulled them free and shimmied her hips until Moon’s cock slipped out.
With a grunt, he moved to the side to stare at her openmouthed. From his expression, Larissa assumed it was the first time a woman had stopped him when they were in the middle of having sex.
“What did I do that you didn’t like?”
Twisting the T-shirt until her breasts were once again covered, she jumped out of bed to face him. She didn’t trust herself enough to stay in the bed with him. She had proven herself weak twice where he was concerned.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she told him.
“Then I don’t understand? Were you worried about the baby?” he asked, clearly confused.
“No.” Running a hand through her tangled hair, she tried to explain why she had stopped him in a way that would make sense.
“You were into it.”
Larissa nodded. “That was the problem—I was the only one enjoying it. I thought you were enjoying it, too … but you weren’t, were you?”
She could see the conflicting emotions on his face, and hurt filled her. She was just another lay to him.
Closing her eyes tightly, Larissa blamed herself. What had she been thinking? He had just been making the best of a bad situation.
“I’m going to get dressed. You can drive me to the hotel.”
Naked, Moon got of the bed to stalk toward her until her back was pressed against the wall behind her. Placing a hand on either side of her head, he pinned her in place. “There were parts I enjoyed.” He ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip suggestively.
Outraged, she tried to shove his barring arm away. “So, there were parts you didn’t?”
His eyes became mischievous. “It was a different type of enjoyment. I’m not really a fan of the missionary position.”
Staring at him speechlessly, she didn’t know what to say.
“I also prefer a more vigorous way of fucking.”
“When we had sex at the clubhouse, it wasn’t really vigorous.”
“I was tired. I had walked from the bar to the club.”
“Oh …” she mumbled embarrassedly. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Take me to the hotel—”
Moon clicked his tongue at her. “I see how you are. Instead of satisfying me, you’d rather cut and run.”
Indignation overrode her embarrassment. “You just practically said I wasn’t pleasing you. I don’t know what you expect me to do!”
He pressed his body closer to hers. “Let me show you.” Burying his mouth in the side of her neck, he slid his hands to her waist to lift her against the wall until her breasts were at eye level. Leaving her neck, his mouth went to her breast to tug the T-shirt over the nipple. His chest held her in place against the wall as he hooked her legs over his hips one at a time. She felt the tip of his cock nudging the opening between her thighs.
“You’re wet for me,” he groaned out. His still hard cock found her opening and slid inside. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” She gripped his shoulders, unsure of what to do to make it more pleasurable for him. She thought back to minutes before, when they were having sex on the bed, and it finally clicked what Moon had been trying to tell her.
She had been letting him do all the work.
“My father will kill you for dishonoring me.”
He raised his head to stare at her. It only took a second before Moon resumed his role. His sinister smile made her second-guess the wisdom of playing his game.
“Then make it worth it.”
Burrowing her hands in Moon’s hair, she roughly pulled his head back. Then she kissed him passionately. Gripping his hips tightly with her thighs when his cock found her opening, she broke off the kiss to nuzzle his neck. She pulled her hands from his hair to run them over his shoulders to explore the muscular back, where she could feel the firm flesh as his cock started thrusting harder. His thrusts turned harder, his hand rougher as he lifted her thighs higher.
Unable to help herself, she bit down when she felt the tide of an approaching climax.
Moon’s hand went to her hair to jerk her mouth away to cover it with his.
A climax hit her with the suddenness of a nuclear bomb, and Moon’s body tensed against her when she began frantically meeting his thrusts with her own.
Letting her head fall to his shoulder when they finally stopped moving, she didn’t have the energy to lift an eyelash as he carried her to the bed then lay down next to her.
His slick skin under her cheek reassured her that he had found some of the pleasure he had given her.
She snuggled closer to him when he pulled a sheet over them and promptly fell asleep, too drained of energy to get any words out. Her last thought was, Please don’t let him say anything to ruin what we shared .