Beg Me (6 page)

Just her and that hot, sweet mouth…

The top of his cock felt like it was going
to come off, he thought, shuddering as he climaxed, shooting off in
her mouth. She continued to move, taking it, sucking it, then
swirling her tongue across his head, working every last drop from
him before she swallowed and pulled away.

His legs felt like they were going to buckle
and he sank onto the couch, staring at her with a dazed look.

Shaken, he closed his eyes. “Damn.”

When he looked back at her a minute later,
she was smiling and the shadows that had darkened her gaze for the
past few years were gone. It wouldn’t last, he knew, but it was a
step.

“
I think that alone could ruin me for
other women,” he said.

Hell,
she
had ruined him for other women, but that had
happened years ago.

He tried for a light tone but failed.

She licked her lips, like she was lingering
and enjoying his taste. Then she grinned at him. “I liked
that.”

“
I can tell.” He couldn’t stop from
smiling back. His cock twitched, stirred against his belly. “You
might want to enjoy it a little less obviously before you tempt me
hard again.”

She continued to smile, lifting her hands to
smooth her hair back. The movement lifted her breasts, drew her
black shirt against her nipples—nipples that were tight and
hard.

“
You’re turned on,” he whispered,
staring at her erect nipples.

Blood turned her cheeks pink.

“
Answer me.”

“
Was it a question?” she replied. Then
she shrugged and nodded. “Yes. I liked doing that to you. I’ve
always liked it, but that was easy. I felt…well, in
control.”

“
You couldn’t be in any more control
if you had me on
my
knees.
You damn near turned me into putty,” he said honestly. “Unbutton
your shirt.”

She blinked.

And just like that, the wariness
returned.

Drake lifted a brow. “You ready to call it
quits for the night?”

She chewed on her lip for a second. Then
shrugged and reached up and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a black
lace bra. The bottom halves of the cups were opaque, solid, lifting
her breasts and pushing them together and up. The tops of the cups
were lace, revealing her erect nipples.

“
Nice.” He sat up, moving slowly,
giving her a chance to back off, to call it quits. She didn’t, just
watched his hands as he pushed the lace and silk down below her
breasts. “Pretty tits,” he whispered, staring at her face and
watching to see what she did.

Her mouth fell open on a gasp and her eyes
went dark and glassy.

“
I want to get you off one more time,
want to know that you’re thinking about me, about what we can do,
what
I
can do to you.” He
caught her nipples in his fingers, plucked them lightly. “How do
you like to be touched here?”

“
Harder than that…just a
little.”

As he pinched her nipples this time, her
head fell back on a ragged groan.

“
Nice, very nice…”

“
Drake, please.”

“
How do you want me to get you off?”
he asked. “With my hands? With my mouth?”

“
I…I don’t care.
Just…please…”

“
Lay back.” He waited until she did,
then he pushed her legs open, forced her knees bent. “I want you to
grab your ankles, hold them.”

She stared at him, panting.

“
Do it.”

Slowly she reached down, grabbing her
ankles, holding them tight against her ass.

“
Now, pretend…just pretend,” he
whispered gruffly. “You loved being restrained before. Think about
how hot you used to feel…and I can tell you that you were damn hot.
Damn sexy. Just like you are now…pretty lady…”

Her lashes drooped over her eyes, her face
flushed.

“
That’s it. You’re all tied up for me
now and I love it. But remember, if it gets to be too much, you can
let go, at any time, and it’s done. Okay?”

“
Okay.” Her voice shook and he saw the
nerves darken her eyes. Nerves, fear…

“
Are you sure?”

She nodded jerkily.

Stroking one hand down her inner thigh, he
bent over her, nuzzled her naked sex. “You smell hot,” he growled.
“Are you hot for me?”

“
Yes.”

“
Then tell me…tell me you want me,
tell me you want my mouth on you.”

“
Drake…I want your mouth on me,
please
…” She cried out the last part
and arched her hips up.

He groaned and pressed his mouth against
her, slipping his hands under her ass and lifting her up. “Yeah,
you do, don’t you?” He pressed his mouth to her.

She shrieked.

Curling his tongue around her clit, he
groaned as she shuddered and pressed herself harder against his
mouth. “Yeah,” he muttered. “You’re hot, all right. All tied up and
open and ready for me to fuck, aren’t you?”

“
Yes…please…oh, please…”

Drake squeezed her ass tighter, lashed down
the vicious hunger raging through him. She was so hot, so fucking
hot and wet, and when he looked from the corner of his eye, she was
still gripping her ankles.

He could have tongued her all night. She
arched against him, her spine bowing up.

“
I like your taste,” he rasped,
looking up at her. “I don’t think I want you to come
yet.”

He nibbled at her inner thigh and listened
as she cried out, her voice frustrated. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Lifting his head, he looked at her and
glimpsed her fingers uncurling from one ankle. “Are you letting
go?” he told her, resting his chin on her pubic bone.

She groaned and gripped her ankles, arching
her hips higher. “No—damn it, Drake, put your mouth back on
me.”

He kissed her pubis. “Where…here?”

“
No.” Her head thrashed on the
table.

He nuzzled her curls. “What about here?”

“
No, damn it!”

“
Tell me,” he ordered.

She bit her lip and then groaned. “My pussy,
damn it. Put your mouth on me there.”

“
Good girl…” He licked her, pushed his
tongue deep, shuddered as she keened out his name and bucked
against him. Then he lifted up, growled, “Although maybe I should
say
bad girl.
”

Pushing one finger inside her, he looked up
at her. “Are you a good girl or bad girl, Tawny?”

“
Whatever you want me to be,” she
panted, rocking up against him. “Just please make me
come.”

“
I want you to tell me what you are…at
least right now. What you want to be.” He stroked her deep, added a
second finger, pumping them in, then out.

Tania rode his hand, still gripping her
ankles, her teeth sinking into her lip.

“
Are you a good girl, baby? Or do you
want to be my bad girl?
My
bad girl…my little slut?”

She shuddered. Her eyes glazed over and she
stared at him. “Your bad girl, Drake. I want to be your little
slut.”

His—

Closing his eyes for a brief moment,
he imagined, let himself wonder…
If
only
… There were words trapped inside him, words he’d
wanted to give her for years, but he couldn’t. This wasn’t anything
personal on her part—he had to remember that.

It was a knife in his chest, too, because
his love, his need for her was a burn in his gut, in his heart.

“
My girl,” he whispered against her
soft, swollen, wet flesh. Licking her, praising, kissing,
worshipping, he muttered, “My bad girl…my little slut, if that’s
what you want. I just want you to be mine.”

Always
… He
wouldn’t voice that—it wasn’t allowed. But he could show
her.

He put all of that into every touch, every
stroke. She might not be his forever, but she was his for now, and
damn it, she’d remember this.

When he brought her to climax at last, she
was begging and pleading, and her knuckles were bloodless from
gripping her ankles. When he lifted his head, she stared at him,
breathing ragged, a faint smile on her face. She licked her lips
and then muttered, “Damn, Superman.”

He chuckled as he scooped her up in
his arms. “I take it that’s a good
Superman
, right? Not a ‘stop’ thing?”

“
If it was much better, I think I’d
need CPR.” She snuggled against his chest, her body loose and limp.
“Although maybe we do need to stop. I don’t want you to do CPR on
me.”

There was a peace on her face he hadn’t seen
in months, longer.

Hell. He might be walking around with a
knife in his chest, but if he could put that look on her face, he
guessed it was worth it.

Tania smiled up at him. “You going to tuck
me into bed?” she asked drowsily.

“
Yeah.” He pressed his lips to her
brow. “You need some rest.”

She sighed. “I won’t sleep. I’m tired, but I
won’t sleep.” A thought occurred to her, and then, before she could
bite it back, she blurted it out. “Will you stay with me? I mean,
just to sleep?”

He glanced down at her. Then, before he
answered, he used his elbow to hit the light in her room. “Are you
sure you want that?”

“
Yeah. I…well, I think maybe I’d
sleep, at least. I don’t sleep much anymore. Especially not this
time of year.”

“
Then I’ll stay.”

“
Thank you.” She sighed, feeling more
at peace than she’d felt for the past year. She might not sleep at
all, she knew.

He laid her on the bed, pausing long enough
to kick off his shoes and shuck his shirt.

“
I should clean up,” she
mumbled.

“
You should rest,” he said, slipping
into bed next to her.

She could always do it when she woke back up
in an hour. She wouldn’t be able to sleep more than that
anyway.

Yeah. She’d do it then.

She was asleep in less than five minutes,
and she barely stirred all night long.

D
rake was
awake before six.

Normally, he’d be rolling out of bed,
hitting the street for a run, then a shower before he headed into
his garage.

But he’d told Tania he’d stay with her.

He’d be here when she woke up.

If it was any other woman, he would have
woken her, let her know he had to go.

But not her. Not Tania.

For one, he didn’t want to startle her. He
knew what had happened—now in detail—the last time she’d been in
this room with a man, not that it had been at all voluntary. He
wouldn’t risk scaring her for the world. Work be damned. They
opened a little later on Saturdays, anyway.

For another, it was a simple and sweet
pleasure to lie there and watch her as the dawn faded away into
morning, sunshine streaming down through a narrow opening in her
curtains to gild her warm brown hair with touches of gold.

Around seven, he grabbed his phone
from the table and texted a message to his manager, telling him
he’d be late getting in. He silenced the phone next, anticipating
Lou’s response—it came less than two minutes later.
You sick?

No. Personal. Be in later.

Then he put the phone down, ignoring any
other message.

He was still studying Tania when she started
to wake up twenty minutes later.

She did it slowly, in small, sexy little
increments that had his warm blood heated up to boiling real fast.
First, she brought a hand up, curled into a fist between her
breasts—breasts still encased in lace and satin since she’d never
removed her bra. A few minutes after that, she arched her back and
sighed, then curled in on herself like she was trying to resist
whatever was dragging her awake.

When that didn’t work, she rolled onto
her belly and shot out a hand, grabbing a pillow and jerking it
over head. It happened to be
his
pillow and he lifted up just in time to let her have
it.

Smiling, he pushed up onto his elbow and
waited. She’d managed to kick the sheets and blankets away, but he
didn’t care. He’d fallen asleep wearing his jeans—never a
particular favorite way from him to sleep. It wasn’t like he was
going to get cold or anything.

Still, he wished he could reach the sheets
and draw them up over her, cover her without disturbing her. The
skirt had rucked up over that round, luscious ass. She had one knee
drawn up and he could see the pink folds of her sex, the crevice of
her ass.

If there wasn’t that darkness behind her,
that misery, he’d cover her body with his and bury his dick in her,
have her halfway to orgasm before she fully woke up.

As it was, he lay there, ached and hoped she
remembered when she opened her eyes.

T
ania
groaned, slowly growing aware of cool air dancing over her exposed
butt, the fact that she’d fallen asleep in her bra, and that she
had clothes twisted around her waist.

The skin on the back of her neck prickled,
making her aware of something else—she held still, catching her
breath and forcing herself to wait as she took in her body’s
reaction. She wasn’t alone—

Her mind screamed out a mental alarm, and
she almost bolted out of bed.

That was what her mind wanted.