Crimson Lips [Amazon Warriors] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

“I’ve thought of a dozen ways to punish you in the last five days for leaving me without a word, but right now, I’m finding it hard to remember any, let alone where to start.”

“Then why are you still talking?”

“You’re going to pay for that smart mouth of yours…next time. Tonight you’ll only be punished for your behavior in the alley.”

“What a gentleman,” she said laced with sarcasm.

“I never claimed to be a gentleman, C. Besides, you’re enjoying being tied up. I can see it in your eyes.” How could he know this was exactly want she wanted from a partner? “Now think of a safe word,” he said against her lips.

She shook the intrusive thought from her mind. “What?” she asked in a lust-filled daze.

“It’s a word you use—”

He was cut short by her curt, “I know what it is. Why do I need one?”

“Like I said, I’ve got a lot of things I want to do to you, but I want you to enjoy them. I can get a little rough.”

Heat seared to her core at his words, and she swallowed.

“How about…Ogre?” she said, giving him a meaningful glare.

“You’re hilarious,” he said, mimicking her sarcasm. “Ogre it is.”

“So, what’s first, marine?” she asked with a teasing tone.

He kissed her. “This.” He reached into his boot and pulled out an eight-inch, serrated blade.

He saw the look of concern in those beautiful eyes, but she hid it well behind an emotionless mask. He held the cold metal to the side of her cheek. He was amazed by her strength and courage. Another woman would have cried “ogre” by now, but Crimson’s only reaction was a stubborn tilt to her chin.

“C, trust me,” Sloan whispered against her mouth.

* * * *

Easy for him to say.

She felt the face of the blade slide down her throat and down her chest. The warrior in her told her to fight, cause this man pain, but the woman wanted to trust the man who captivated her and who she knew could bring her pleasure.

She stared at him directly in the eye, looking for any sign of malicious intent.

He turned the blade around in his hand, so it was pointing down the length of her body, and the knife-edge pointed toward the ceiling.

He carefully stared to move the blade down her to chest, between her breasts. When she heard her top begin to rip, she closed her eyes with understanding and lust.

He was undressing her.

* * * *

Just when he thought the woman couldn’t get any sexier, she allowed him to take control, with only a light struggle, and trust him to bring her pleasure even with a knife at her throat.

She was amazing.

As he moved the blade down her short, dark-green tank top, which contrasted with her skin and the shade of her lips beautifully, while bringing out the rich green color of her eyes, he made sure not to cut her bra. He was not going to rush this. He was going to savor it.

When the top opened, exposing her tight sports bra that kept her large breasts tamed, he cut the straps of her top at her shoulders, removing the piece of material with one swift pull.

“Hurry up!”

“What’s the rush? We’ve got all night.”

She just groaned, causing him to smile.

“I can’t be thorough if I rush.” He cupped her moist cunt and moved his finger suggestively. “You want me to be thorough, don’t you?” She watched with fascination as he moved his hand from her pussy to his nose, inhaled deeply, and groaned.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head, unable to form words. He wanted more. He wanted her to lose all ability to think.

He cut her bra in the same way he did her top. By teasing her, he was torturing himself, too. He threw the knife to the side of the bed and removed his T-shirt, so when he leaned down to kiss her, they were chest to chest, skin to skin.

“Do your arms hurt?” he asked against her mouth.

She shook her head.

He smiled and licked her lips before moving down her body, kissing and licking his way toward his target, her recently freed breast.

“Your tits are beautiful. One day, I’m going to slide my cock between these beautiful things”—he palmed and squeezed her breast—“and fuck them until my come covers your face.”

She writhed beneath him and licked her lips as if she could already taste his seed.

“I see you like the idea, too,” he said with a cocky grin.

She nodded and made her breasts jiggle, making him laugh. “Not tonight. Tonight, I want to hear you scream my name while my cock is inside you.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“So, there are a few things I know about you so far, C. You like dirty talk. For example, you writhe when I say things like, ‘I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy.’” As if on cue, she did just as he had said.

“You moan when I lick your lips.” He did exactly what he described just to prove his point.

“How you gasp when I bite and suck on your earlobe.” Once again, he made his point through his actions. “And how you scream my name when you come.”

She was getting more aroused with every word he spoke and every touch he gave her. The smell of her wet cunt was getting stronger. It was like a drug.

“I want to learn what else I can make you do.”

He massaged, squeezed, and slapped each full breast with his hand before focusing on her gorgeous, peach-colored, small nipples. Starting with slow, light touches, circling the areola, he slowly moved from caressing to pinching and twisting each bud. He moved on to suck, lick, and tease the tips of her nipples with his tongue and teeth. She loved it all. She apparently had very sensitive breasts, but she seemed to prefer his rougher touches.

He surprised her by bringing her left nipple into his mouth and sucking hard and deep. He used his tongue to circle and tease the tips.

She stared at his actions until she moaned and sucked her lips into her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut.

She went wild beneath him, writhing in earnest, panting and gasping for breath. She was so responsive. He was thrilled to be the one to make her lose control like this.

He was losing his grip on control, and he rushed to undo her trousers. He inched his way down her body, regretting having to release her delicious breast. He heard her grumble a complaint, but he had a new goal and task he was eager to start.

He crawled off the bottom of the bed, pulling her jeans down her model-length legs as he went. Her shoes and socks went first before he pulled her jeans off her ankles in a rush.

The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on was there before him, flushed with arousal, with need swimming in her eyes, laid before him in nothing but a small, black pair of lace, French panties that left nothing to the imagination.

All he could do was stare.

* * * *

What the fuck was he doing just staring at her?

She was desperate. He’d worked her breast with expert precision, leaving her primed.

And he just fucking stood there looking at her?

She was about to scream with frustration and tell him to fuck her before she lost her mind, this was torture.

Then she heard him whisper something that brought her hope that his teasing was about to come to an end.

“Fuck. This.”

Then she watched in wonder as he slid off the end of the bed and hurried to take off his combat trousers. She smiled. Now who was in a rush?

Her arms really were starting to ache, but she wouldn’t have stopped this for anything. How did he know giving him control of sex would make her feel free and arouse her beyond belief?

She didn’t think about it too long as she watched Sloan fall over. In his haste to kick off his trousers, and with his boots still on, he’d caught his heel and tripped over.

She couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing.

“You think that’s funny,” he said with a smile on his face as he picked himself up.

She laughed harder. “Hell yeah, it’s funny.”

“The list of crimes you need to be punished for is growing, C.”

She smiled. She really was starting to like his nickname for her.

“Condom?”

She pointed toward the top drawer of her nightstand.

He hopped along the side of the bed, pulling his boots off as he went. When his boots were off, he yanked the top drawer open and kicked off his trousers as he looked for the condoms. Who said men couldn’t multitask?

When a big grin split his face—God, he was a handsome man—she knew he’d found them. She wished it had taken him longer, giving her more time to appreciate his muscled back and firm ass.

She shouldn’t have worried. When he turned around, she got her first real look at his cock.

He was long, thick, and cut, something she preferred in a lover. She followed his movement as he walked back to the foot of the bed, ripping the packet open as he went.

She was now the one to be caught staring as she noticed his finger beside his stiff shaft, gesturing for her to look up.

Arrogant bastard.

He wore a shit-eating grin as he met her rising gaze.

She just raised her eyebrow at him, daring him to make a comment. In that moment, she realized she’d never had this much fun in bed with a man.

It was nice.

The idea of nice went right out of the window when she saw the hungry look in his eyes.

He rolled the condom on, climbed on the bed, and pulled off her last remaining piece of clothing before bracing himself above her with his hands next to her shoulders.

He reached between their bodies, running the back of fingers along her skin toward her aching center. When he reached her core, he ran his fingers through her slit, coating them in her juices.

She almost came from that brief touch alone.

He lifted his hand to his lips and covered them with her heat.

Crimson was so fixated on the heady sight of this gorgeous man licking her juices from his lips that she missed the intent in his eyes.

Sloan plunged in hard and deep.

The invasion caused her internal muscles to spasm and contract. She screamed from the euphoric sensations coursing through her body.

She was wound so tight she climaxed with his first thrust.

Crimson could see the shock over Sloan’s face as he focused on preventing his own release.

As she came down from her climax with lights behind her eyes, she felt Sloan slowly start to move out of her. Apparently, he wasn’t going to give her time to catch her breath.

He picked up the pace quickly, settling into a hard, fast rhythm. She could feel her second orgasm building. It had never been this good before.

Sloan fell to his elbows, never missing a stroke.

She was desperate to dig her fingers into his back, feeling his muscles straining to bring her ecstasy.

He didn’t disappoint. When their mouths came together and she tasted herself on his lips, they both splintered apart.

Sloan’s thrusting slowed and became more erratic, but it was just as hard and demanding.

Her second orgasm of the night was more intense than the first. She screamed out Sloan’s name as he groaned and stilled above her. She could feel his cock twitch as he came inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, evidently not worried about crushing her. She liked that. They stayed like that, lying together enjoying the afterglow while they were still joined.

They were both breathing heavily, but she still managed to rattle the handcuffs against the headboard and ask, “Can you take these damn things off now?”

Sloan kissed her sensually as he wiggled his hips. “I don’t want to get out yet,” he said while pouting.

She just laughed. “Tough. My arms are starting to hurt.” She was so comfortable with him.

She felt relaxed and sated as he slid out of her, and she groaned at the loss of feeling so full while he slid off the bed, retrieving his combats where she assumed the key to the cuffs were.

* * * *

Annika knew this would happen when she left that note under the marine’s door. She was glad her sister was getting a little action with the marine, but did she have to scream so loud? She had to fend off every warrior within half a mile radius from coming to her sisters “rescue” after hearing her wail.

She didn’t mind, really. Her sister knew she liked to watch and listen to a couple going at it, and she was getting turned on listening beyond the door. As long as her sister didn’t know about her presence, she didn’t care.

Thank God it sounded like they’d finished. She could go back to her room and have her own climax with BOB, her battery operated boyfriend.

She was brought back from her X-rated musings by the sound of a warrior’s war cry coming from outside.

“Shit! Take these damn cuffs off.
Now
!”