7 - Lauren #2
“You and that mouth of yours,” he sneered, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that didn't have an ounce of romance behind it.
It was hunger that motivated his touch, not affection. And I was just as greedy as he was. The only gentleness came from the light trail of his fingers as they danced across my throat, a hint of unexplored territory that he was holding himself back from venturing, at least for now.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against my body, leaning up so I could sink my teeth into his throat. I felt his moan in my mouth.
“Then tell me what to do with it,” I whispered, licking over the spot of skin I'd just bruised.
Rafe pulled back and I saw conflict wage over his features.
I wondered briefly if I was pushing too hard.
He seemed like the type who wanted to dominate.
And in this roundabout way, I was asking him to give me control and to see where I would take him.
I tugged at his open fly and the gesture seemed to make up his mind for him.
His eyes glazed over and he stepped back from me as though touching my skin would brand his.
“Suck me,” he said.
I licked my lips, following after him and kneeling down until I could pull his pants down all the way. His cock sprung free, hard and aching.
I kept my eyes on his face though, wanting to drink in every expression while I attempted to drive him as crazy as he'd been making me these last few weeks.
I spat into my hand and wrapped it around him, experimentally adjusting my technique until his head flopped back with the first wave of pleasure. I let him lather in it, pressing a kiss to the tip of his dick before withdrawing my hand.
Rafe’s head lolled back in protest. “What are you doing?”
“What I want to do,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“Lauren…” he said in warning.
“Complain and I'll walk out right now and you can finish yourself off on your own. But if you want to come, you'll do it when I tell you to and how I tell you to,” I said. “Do you understand?”
He closed his mouth but nodded slowly, officially ceding control to me and I smiled in victory. Ten points to House Wolfhaardt.
“Good boy,” I murmured and he looked like he wanted to comment on the name until I took him completely in my mouth and stole any objections straight from his throat.
He groaned low and long, sighing in pleasure as I rolled my tongue over his dick. My fingernails dug into his thighs, scratching down the sides but instead of balking at the pain he actually rocked his hips forward, a helpless moan wrenched from his gut.
I worked him over until I could feel him start to crest, then pulled off and let him cool. Over and over and over again.
And to my utter surprise, bad boy leather-bound, bike-riding Rafe Merrick let me take him to the edge of sanity and drag him back without a single word of protest.
The taste of his defeat was delicious on my tongue and I savored every bit of it.
“Lauren,” he moaned, gripping the back of my head. “If you don't stop…”
This time I moaned, slipping a hand between my thighs. He grunted in frustration. The thought of Rafe restraining himself just because I told him to set me on a high I didn't think could be topped. But I damn sure wanted to see him try.
“You wanna touch me?” I asked, dragging my tongue across the underside of his cock. Rafe bit his lip, nodding his head desperately.
“Fuck yes.”
“How bad?”
“Lauren, I want to ruin you. I want nothing more than that right now,” he said.
“Beg for it.”
He paused, his chest still heaving. “What?”
“You heard me, Rafe. You like using words don't you? Use them right now. Beg to touch me,” I said.
And there was the conflict again. I watched as his desire and sheer horniness fought against his pride. Right here, with his cock between my lips was where the stalemate would reach its end. I held his gaze, not flinching until he surrendered.
“Please, Lauren. Please let me touch you. Let me make you come. I want it so fucking bad.”
I gave his cock one last kiss before rising to my feet.
Like his touches on me, that gesture was less a show of affection than a way to assert that I’d just won.
I’d gotten Merrick to shamelessly beg for me and the thought that it must’ve been painful for him to do it sweetened the deal so much more.
I was going to say something else when my words guttered out at the expression on Rafe's face.
He didn't give me a chance to prepare myself before he lifted me up and dragged me back to the worktable.
His lips and tongue were so deft and intentional they put those hands to shame.
But not to be outdone, those same hands drifted down to my chest, exploring the swell of my breasts as my breathing depended.
He leaned down and sucked a nipple in his mouth, his eyes still locked on mine with a predatory focus. He alternated with the other one, his hands sliding down the sides of my body and leaving trails of heat and electricity before they rested on my hips.
It was like he couldn't figure out where he wanted to begin tasting me. At least until his mouth traveled lower and he tugged me further down the table.
“So wet,” he mumbled, his eyes shining as he took me in. “So wet for me.”
There was a hint of pride there, a residual streak of competitiveness. But for the first time since we started this, I couldn't throw him a comeback.
His mouth descended on my pussy without warning and my back bowed off the table, my brain and body both rocked by the sheer intensity of it.
“Hmm… You taste so good,” he moaned, closing his eyes for a moment before looking up at me from between my thighs. “Better than I imagined.”
“You imagined it?” I asked.
“Dreamed of it,” he sighed. “Dreamed of making you come on my tongue like this.”
“So all that bravado was bullshit, huh?” I laughed throatily, biting my lip when his eyes darkened. “All the while you were the one who wanted to fuck me. How cute.”
“Cute?” he murmured the word and pulled back before slapping my pussy.
I yelped at the abrupt change in sensation, but the light stinging pain instantly melted into pleasure that curled my toes.
He wedged himself firmly between my legs and leaned over so that his face was close enough to mine for a kiss.
He cupped my cheek, running a thumb across my skin and then over my bottom lip, forcing it open.
“Yes, Lauren. I wanted to fuck you since the day I met you and discovered just how sarcastic this tongue of yours could be. And yes, I dreamed of all the ways I could make you speechless. Get you to be a little nicer to me whether you could help it or not.” He gently pressed his thumb into my mouth.
I should’ve bit it.
But the half-lidded look he was giving me and the way his breathing hitched when my tongue snaked around the digit made it hard not to do what I knew he wanted me to.
I sucked on his finger and he added a second, moving them in and out of my mouth like a little cock, mirroring what happened when I’d gone down on him earlier.
I felt myself get wetter and tried clenching my thighs. I still had my dignity and I was not going to let Rafe know what he was doing to me or how just how badly I wanted his mouth on me again. I didn’t need him. Not in a way he needed to know about anyway, the cocky bastard.
“Are you gonna be nice to me now, sweetheart? Are you gonna be thankful that I made you come so hard you ran out of insults for me?” he asked, popping his fingers out of my mouth. He watched me with a mix of heat and curiosity, waiting for an answer.
I smiled. “That’s a pretty high bar you’re setting for yourself, Rafe. I haven’t actually come yet and I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.”
The moment I said those words, I knew I’d fucked up.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my head back, his mouth on my neck with a growl as the same fingers he’d stuck in my mouth now teased my pussy.
He eased them into me, and it was embarrassingly easy for them to slip inside.
I groaned, ecstasy radiating out across my body as he began to map out my pleasure.
This dextrous, bigheaded prick.