Chapter Six #2
A man could drown in the blue of her eyes. He tightened his hold on her hair as much to ground himself as to hold her back. “You put my cock in your mouth and you had damn well better suck it like you mean it.”
“As if I would do anything else.” Her smile gained a bold edge. “And the other?”
“If you think this is going to result in me fucking you tonight—it’s not.
” He gentled his grip, smoothing her hair back.
“But, Charlie, I’m going to make you feel so good, you’re going to beg me to let you ride my cock.
You’re not going to be able to help it. It won’t make a goddamn bit of difference—we fuck when I say, how I say. Do you understand?”
* * *
Charlie was in over her head and sinking fast. If she was smart, she’d beg off and go to bed without tempting fate.
All her assumptions about Aiden O’Malley being cold and freakishly controlled completely changed as she knelt before him, looking up into his green eyes.
The man was an inferno. One wrong step and he’d incinerate her.
Say no. Leave this alone.
But those weren’t the words that came out of her mouth. “Yes. I understand.”
His expression was every bit the patient wolf. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and she’d just agreed to his terms. There was no way to convince herself that she had the advantage in this situation—in any of it.
She didn’t.
Aiden unbuttoned his shirt with quick, efficient movements, and her mouth went dry at the slice of his chest revealed. This wasn’t a man who left anything to chance. He would see his body as a weapon at his disposal, to keep as finely honed as his wits.
“You’re staring.”
Yes, she was. “Just appreciating the view.” She reached up and ran a single finger along the light trail of hair that ran south from his belly button, disappearing into his boxer-briefs.
His stomach flexed beneath her touch, but his expression didn’t change.
He was devouring her the same way she was currently devouring him.
“You’ll keep the panties on tonight.” His gaze lingered there, heating her straight through. “I like the look of black lace on you.”
“You should see me in red.” Not knowing how this first night would go, she hadn’t been willing to whip out the red lingerie.
Red was a blatant invitation, and if that encounter in the office was the exception to the rule, she didn’t want to feel like a fool…
But if he was going to delve into power games in the bedroom, she’d meet him every step.
It made sense in a way. Aiden had put together an insanely detailed plan to take out one of his enemies. All evidence pointed to the fact that this wasn’t the first time he’d orchestrated someone’s downfall, either.
She’d seen more than a few control freaks in her time, and he put them all to shame.
The man had his emotions in a stranglehold, and it stood to reason that he’d bring that same attitude to the bedroom.
She had a feeling Aiden wouldn’t know vulnerable if it bit him in the ass, let alone how to bring down his walls enough to enjoy himself.
What does he look like when he loses control?
Am I brave enough to push his buttons and find out?
She grinned. Bring it.
For the first time in a very long time, a thrill went through her.
Getting involved with Aiden might put her heart in danger, at least in theory, but she just didn’t see it.
She wasn’t even sure she had a heart left to lose—though the organ in her chest was beating hard enough to leave her breathless.
Aiden slid out of his slacks and stood before her, gloriously naked. His fingers laced through her hair, the movement strangely soothing even as it made her body tighten. “Second thoughts?”
It struck her that her silence could be misconstrued as regret or wanting a way out. Charlie gave a sharp shake of her head. “Not in the least. Just contemplating my plan of action.”
His dark chuckle curled her toes. “Charlie, you’re not coming out on top of this encounter.
” He pulled lightly on her hair, and she had to bite back a moan.
“But you will be coming. Now, bright eyes, if you’re going to suck my cock, stop wasting time.
I crave the taste of you and I’m not a patient man. ”
“Liar.” She wrapped her fist around his length, giving him a quick but thorough exploration, and then licked the head of his cock. She flicked a glance to his face. The man watched her like he was glimpsing heaven, seeming to enjoy the view as much as he enjoyed the act.
Next time I’ll wear red lipstick.
That would give him the show of a lifetime.
Charlie held his gaze as she took him deep, exploring him with her mouth the same way she had with her hand. There were times when a hard-and-fast blow job was the name of the game. This wasn’t one of those. She wanted to push him to the edge of his legendary control.
And then she wanted to push him a little further.
His cock bumped the back of her throat, and she made an effort to relax and take him deeper. His muttered curse was reward in and of itself. Aiden’s grip tightened on her hair. “Enough. You’ve had your fun.”
She released his cock reluctantly. “I’m just getting started.”
“Not tonight.”
Because it’s too good.
The truth was written across his tense body and the deep lines bracketing his mouth as he watched her. He’d told her that she would be the one begging tonight, but he looked in danger of doing exactly that if she kept going.
Next time.
“Bossy, bossy.” She allowed him to guide her to her feet and ran her nails lightly over his chest. “It’s sounding like the game is rigged. How am I supposed to convince you to change your mind if you take away all the tools at my disposal?”
Aiden laughed again, the sound just as dark as it had been the first time.
“You try my control just by standing there looking like you do right now, your body aching for me and your lips wet from sucking my cock. I’m doing my damnedest not to throw you down on the bed and sink between those sweet thighs of yours. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” There was no point in lying, and she liked the way he talked to her. Right now, he wasn’t the head of Boston’s most powerful family. He was just a man who wanted a woman—who wanted her. She still couldn’t believe this was happening, but she’d do anything to avoid putting on the brakes.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs. “Feel me.”
“I feel you.” He stroked her through her panties, toying with the edges of the lace.
“I won’t be begging tonight.” It felt like a lie when she said it—especially given the way he watched her. He likes a challenge. Charlie would do her best to give him exactly that. She rolled her hips. “But you’re welcome to try.”
He took his hand back. “The bed—on your back with your legs spread.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then the game ends. You want this, I want this, but it will be on my terms.”
Charlie took a half a second to consider disobeying, just for the sake of seeing the look on his face and knowing he’d spend the night with an epic case of blue balls.
But she wanted the pleasure his green eyes promised more than she wanted to push back. For now. She crawled onto the bed and lay down, arching her back and slowly spreading her legs. It had nothing to do with modesty and everything to do with dragging out the show for him.
He stood at the edge of the bed, every muscle straining as if he was holding himself back.
“Your tattoos are exquisite.” Aiden coasted his hand up her body.
He didn’t touch her, maintaining a bare breadth of distance between them.
He traced the ink that wound up from her ankle to her hip, and over her ribs to her sternum.
She quivered, shaking with the need to move enough to press against his touch but held in place by the forbidding expression on his face. There was no mistaking who was in charge of this encounter.
As if she was in any danger of forgetting.
“We’ll talk about the ink. Later.” He didn’t request the information. He demanded it. So damn sure of his power that he had no doubts she would fall in line like a good little soldier.
That snapped her out of her haze of lust and allowed her to think a little beyond when he’d actually touch her. “I might be letting you call the shots right now, but that doesn’t extend outside the bedroom door.”
“Wrong.” His index finger ghosted over her nipple.
She sucked in a harsh breath, not sure if he’d actually touched her or if she’d imagined it.
Aiden did the same thing to the other nipple.
“I’m going to keep us both alive, bright eyes, and that means I call the shots and you obey, no matter how much taking orders from me chafes. ”
He moved back down her body. Every muscle shook as she fought to keep still, even as a small voice in the back of her mind called her a fool seven times over. Aiden reached the band of her panties again and dragged his fingers over the lace. “We’ll fight about it tomorrow.”
“Fine.” She tried to snap out the word, but it emerged breathy. Irritation rose. “Touch me or let me go to sleep. I’m tired of these games.”
“No, you’re not.”
She got no warning. One second, she was seriously considering telling him to fuck off, and the next, he grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Aiden went to his knees and pulled her panties to the side. “As pretty here as everywhere else.”
And then all she knew was his mouth.
Aiden went after her clit like it was his favorite candy.
He sucked and licked and nibbled, emitting these little growls as he did.
Charlie stopped trying to hold back after two seconds, giving herself to the sensation of pleasure rising and falling, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Every time she teetered too close, he drew back, gentling his kisses or diverting himself to worshiping her thighs.
She managed to hold it together until the fourth denied orgasm. “Aiden, please.”
“Please what?”
“Stop teasing me.”
He dragged his mouth over her and, for one eternal second, she was sure he’d give her what she needed. Then the bastard laughed. “No.”
She lifted her head and glared. “If you don’t let me come, I’m going to do it myself.”
Those green eyes were so bright, they could have been on fire. “You even try and I’m going to tie you down and make you wait longer. You agreed to the terms, Charlie.” His grin was downright feral. “Unless you want to stop?”
She shot a look to the bathroom door. She could tell him she was done and go to the bathroom. She was so primed, it would take a flick, maybe two, and she’d orgasm.
Aiden, the bastard, knew exactly what she was thinking. “If you changed your mind, I’ll respect it, and that will be the end of things between us.”
“What?” She shook her head, trying to think. “Maybe I just changed my mind for tonight.”
“Or maybe you’re trying to cheat me out of your orgasm.” He held her thighs in a grip just shy of bruising. “This is what it means to go to bed with me, Charlie. Either you can handle it or you can’t, but I won’t have you crying foul every single fucking time. So what will it be? Are we done?”
She slammed her hands on the mattress, twisting against his hold. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s the very essence of fair. Decide.”
She ran her hands over her face. Aiden just waited, not touching her further but not letting her move, either.
Charlie looked down her body at him. “I want to come, Aiden, please.” She tried a sweet and cajoling tone, and got icy silence in response.
Damn it. She flopped back onto the bed. “I must be a masochist, because I don’t want this to stop. ”
“I know.” He didn’t give her a chance to curse him. She was too busy moaning as he fucked her with his tongue. Charlie slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Aiden lifted his head long enough to say, “No, bright eyes. Let them hear you.”
Because of the plan, because we’re pretending…
But as she looked at his expression, she wasn’t sure that was the truth. He looked like a man who wanted everyone within hearing distance to know that he was pleasing his woman and pleasing her well.
I’m not his woman.
It didn’t matter as he sucked her clit into his mouth, stroking her with his tongue with the exact same motions she’d shown him earlier in the office.
That was all it took. Her back bowed, his name a cry on her lips as she came hard enough to tilt the world off its axis.
Her orgasm rolled over her, cresting again and again, hours’ worth of pent-up pleasure taking her to a place beyond thought, beyond worry, beyond mere mortal things.
She slowly came back to herself to find Aiden lying next to her on his side, with his head propped in his hand. He ran one hand over her body as if memorizing every detail. She blinked. “Hey.”
“How do you feel?”
She gave the question entirely too much consideration. “I’m thinking being a masochist might not be such a bad thing.”
Aiden grinned. “It’s a fleeting feeling.” He cupped first one breast and then the other. “We’re not done.”
“You’re joking.” She shook her head. “You have to be joking. I just came harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I can’t do it again.” She wasn’t even sure she wanted to.
He cupped her chin, his thumb tracing over her jaw. “Yes, you can. And you will—until I’m done with you.”
“But…” She hadn’t signed on for this.
Except, yes, I did.
She just hadn’t thought that he’d be able to follow through on his promises. I really should have known better. Aiden doesn’t make false promises. Charlie huffed out a breath. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
She waved a hand at his cock, still gloriously hard and straining as if it knew the kind of pleasure that awaited if he’d stop with his games. “You keep playing with me, you’re going to be sporting a truly impressive set of blue balls.”
He guided her leg that was closest to him up and over his hip, opening her completely. “If it makes you feel better, once I’m done with you, if you still want to suck me off, you’re more than welcome to.”
She frowned at him, sensing a trap but unable to discern the shape of it. “That sounds…fair.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He pushed a finger into her, pumping a few times. “Now, remember what I said before—the more you beg for me to fuck you, the more punishment you’ll receive.”
“I won’t beg.”
“Aw, bright eyes, yes, you really will.”
And, God help her but she did.