Midnight (McKenna Chronicles Book 1) (42 page)

“Lie
down,” I demand. Without a reply he does as he’s told, lying flat as I sit on
his stomach. Surprise registers in his eyes and they grow darker as I slide the
magenta tie from around my neck. “Hands above your head.”

Tying
his wrists first together and then to the headboard, I try to hold back my
smile. My breasts sweep against his face while I work, his nose skimming my
cleavage as I finish securing him to the post.

“There,”
I sit back to enjoy my handiwork. He’s so beyond sexy, splayed out before me.
“Now you’re mine to do with what I want, and I want you—” I lean in to brush my
lips against his “—naked—” one more light kiss “ —hard—” I graze my lips and
teeth along his cheek and neck “—in my mouth—” his breath comes out in a rush
“—and deep inside me.”

My
lips hover over his and he groans, lifting his head to capture my mouth, but I
move away before he makes contact. His need mirrors my own, but we have just begun.

“Don’t
move.” I warn, but lower my mouth, tempting him with a barely there kiss. I’ve
never seen his eyes quite like they are at this moment, a blazing inferno. They
close when my hips grind into him, so I do it again and once more until he's
rolling with me. I love the tempting bulge pressed against my sex, but if I
don't stop now we'll both be coming before the party gets started.

“Look
at me,” I whisper. When he does, I continue. “You make me feel sexy, like
everything I do makes you want me, makes you hard.” His erection twitches under
me, confirming the truth to the statement and I smile, comforted by the
response of his body.

“Untie
me, Charlie.” I can hear his need hanging heavy in the room. “I’ll show you how
fucking sexy you are.” He pulls against the restraint, and I shake my head.

“No,
I’m doing this for you. So you know how I feel about you, and how much I want
you. I need you to know how powerful you make me. I want you to watch and feel
and listen. I love your skin, smooth and hot beneath me,” I say breathlessly.
My fingers find and play with his nipples. Leaning in, I flick one with the tip
of my tongue, taking him into my mouth, gripping with my teeth, pulling and
tugging playfully. Colin’s chest bows from the bed, his restrained hands
pulling to break free but the knot holds, as does my mouth.

The
rumble in his chest is loud to my ears and I smile, spurred on by his reaction.
I continue on my path, nipping and licking as I go, my hands following, rubbing
into his heated skin. The hard strain of him pushes and twitches against my
hand and I know he’s ready—ready for my mouth.

“Charlie,
for the love of God.” He breathes out deeply, jaw clenching.

Feeling
an ounce of remorse for his suffering, I unzip his jeans and he lifts his hips
as I slide both his pants and boxer briefs down his long muscular legs. His
erection springs free, bobbing thick and heavy against his navel. I lock onto
his eyes—they’re smoking, deep, a blurred midnight, and they draw me into him.
Just as I find peace in the hour of midnight, I have peace with Colin. He’s my
wish fulfilled for a better tomorrow, my happily ever after. The realization is
staggering, and I pause for a minute to work through the enormity of these
feelings. I recognize immediately, though, it’s the truth, and I need to show
him how much he means to me.

Eager
to satisfy, I prove to him how deeply I care and when I do, his mouth opens,
catching on a stilted breath. I stroke his length with one hand while the other
gently squeezes and tugs on his testicles. Caressing the smooth skin
underneath, I skim lightly over the sensitive space all the way up toward his
lower back. He groans and pushes into my fingers as I follow the same path
down, massaging and pressing my fingers against him.

He
trembles, a deep, long shiver as my mouth covers him, savoring the hard ridges
of his erection. Taking him in, sucking as his shiver spreads, I watch his head
tip back into the pillow. Incoherent words fall from his lips; his face is
rigid, the muscles in his jaw clenching as I pump him with my own greedy need.
I know what he likes, and I like to give it.

“Fuck,”
he growls as he hits the back of my throat and I swallow.

I
don’t want him to come. Lifting away, my hand takes over, stroking his thick,
corded length.

Coming
to a complete standstill, I kneel between his legs and wait for him to make eye
contact. When his burning gaze connects with mine I move slowly, intending for
him to know exactly what I’m going to do next. “I feel so much when you touch
me. I love the rough pad of your thumb as it skims my nipple—just—like—this.”
While he watches I rub the overly sensitive nerves through the thin lace. 

Colin’s
eyes grow large. His lips part, drawing in a quick, sharp breath, which I mimic
when I pinch my nipples tightly between my fingers. A potent, deep, growing
need is pulsing in my groin, begging for his touch.

“The
silk of your tongue soothes the burn you’ve tweaked when you suck on me.” My
groan mirrors his, but I’m not done. “I love when you take me into your mouth,
deep, desperate, as if you need me to survive.”

“Charlie,
so help me . . .”

“Sshhh.”
I hold my finger to his mouth while leaning down to brush my lips over his.
“Can you feel how wet I am for you?” I roll my hips against him and I know he
can. I’m practically dripping. “This is how I always feel when I’m with you,
constantly ready, always needy, always wanting.”

“Baby,
please.” His tongue dips to run along his bottom lip, waiting for me to take
him, and I can’t help myself—I do. I taste the sweet brush his tongue left on
his lips before devouring him, deep, hungry, lust and longing driving us until
we're breathless. Panting, I break away, sitting up onto my knees to caress my
midriff, feeling my stomach contract beneath the heat of my own hands and his stare.
Moving down, I slip a finger under the front fabric of my panties. 

“I
like it when you touch me. You make me feel so good,” I whisper and dip down to
my clitoris, rolling over myself lightly. The stimulation is an unbearable
temptation, yet it's not nearly enough. I miss his hands and fingers and mouth,
touching, sucking, licking until I’m a pool of liquid heat, waiting for him to
claim me. I ache for him. But this is not about me; it’s about Colin. I have to
show him how much he means to me, because I can’t use the words.

“I
love the feel of your fingers on me; I love to feel them inside me.”

Colin
licks his bottom lip as I stroke slowly around, dipping further to feel my need
for him and once more circling my clitoris before pulling free. Taking the ribbons
on the side of my panties into my hands, I pull them free, the lace falling
delicately to the bed between his legs.

“Fuck,
Charlie,” he whispers and I lean down, so my lips hover over his, our breath
mingling together as he lifts to make contact. I pull back, hinting at a kiss.
He groans again, falling back to the pillow in frustration. 

“I
love when you're inside me, thick and pulsing,” I say while positioning myself
above him. Our eyes remain connected, wild blue to passionate green.

“Goddamn
it, you're in so much . . .”

And
with those words I slide down, inch by inch, mimicking his insane control when
he takes me slow and deep. Lifting my hands from his chest, I sit and he sinks
in until he's fully embedded, reaching until I feel him everywhere. My body
ripples around him, accepting and demanding more. With Colin, it's never
enough. Stilling for a minute, I enjoy the heady weight filling me so
completely, but the pulse of his body commands that I move, so I rotate my
hips until he's groaning out my name.

He
curses and yanks at the tie holding him prisoner to my will. His breath is
coming in loud, punctuated bursts as I roll my hips back and forth, pulling him
in and out of me at a much to leisurely pace. Sweat beads on his brow, his skin
glistening. I find the perfect tempo and Colin meets me with his hips rising
from the bed to push hard and deep, matching thrust for thrust.

“Charlie,”
he breathes out in a whisper. I close my eyes and arch my back, letting my hair
fall free, teasing his thighs. Need and desire take over and we move together,
always together, taking him with me as he pushes me to the brink. I search for
it, race to catch it, speeding up our movements until it's within reach.

“I’m
so close. Come with me,” I beg.

Our
hips move faster to find the sweet release only we can bring each other. My
thighs quiver, clenching tightly as I climb higher, shimmering like the fire of
the sun. I vaguely hear our harsh breathing and incoherent moans of pleasure as
my hands caress my neck and breasts shamelessly. 

“Now,
baby.” He buries himself, hard, fast and we spring off the cliff together.

I
cry out and fall forward. Gripping his shoulders, I take in the pulse of his
body, feeling it coat me in warmth I only want from him.

Only
him.

Only
Colin.

I’m
gasping for breath, the pattern of my exhale matching his. With my last ounce
of energy I lean forward, and loosen the knot from his wrists, then fall
indelicately onto his chest. His arms round my body, his hands clutching me
tight. We stay locked together, time and space ceasing to exist.

When
reason returns, Colin rolls both of us until we’re lying together on our sides,
my head resting on his arm. I hesitate and look through my lashes into his
staggered expression. Raising my hand to his cheek I caress his skin, rough
with the new growth of beard. Brushing his lips against mine, he lingers. In a
heartbeat he falls into me, forcing my mouth open with his tongue and taking me
to task, stroking into my mouth with long, taunting licks. Deep, carnal, demanding,
devouring until I have to push him away, gasping for air.

His
gaze drifts to my cleavage where his fingers begin to caress the ribbon tied
between my breasts.

“I
like this.” Rolling the silken threads between his fingers, he gently pulls the
bow apart. The thin lace, providing the only protection against his heated
stare, bursts open to free my breasts. Rubbing his hand over my shoulder, he
pushes the strap slowly down my arm. I shift, helping him to remove it
completely. Colin’s eyes glow, a wicked light burning bright as his hand
travels up to my neck, his palm flat. He moves it slowly to rest against the
inside of my breast, and my heart accelerates.

“Charlie.”
His voice is soft, but hot. Very, very hot. “Have you ever heard the saying
paybacks
are hell
?” Colin’s mouth lifts again in a decadent smile, a smile promising
to deliver exactly that.

“Yes.”
I can barely hear my own voice.

“Oh,
baby. I’m going to pay you back, over and over again.” He doesn’t give me time
to respond. Pushing me into the mattress and slipping between my thighs, he
kisses me until I can’t breathe.

~

My
first conscious memory is Colin’s lips on my neck, nuzzling and nipping the
delicate skin below my ear. His chest is pressed tightly against my back, our
legs entwined together. I moan, not necessarily from his delicious lips against
my skin, although that’s surely a part of what prompts my response.

“No,
I just fell asleep—go back to bed.” I wave my hand to make him stop, hitting
nothing but air. He chuckles in my ear.

“Come
on, sleepy head, I need to get up. We have a big day.” His tongue intermingles
with his lips on my neck. I’m thoroughly distracted. Tilting my head, I open up
more room for him to entice my already throbbing body. What has gotten into me?
I’m insatiable, greedy for him and how he makes me feel.

Gently
he rolls me onto my back, moving his lips to my nipples, sucking them gently,
one at a time. Colin’s hand begins to roam lazily over my belly, touching every
inch with the long stretch of his fingers. I know where he’s going and I can’t
help but groan in anticipation. I feel his smile against my breast, his teeth
lightly teasing the sore yet hardened peak in his mouth. I groan again.

Opening
my thighs for his fingers, he drapes a leg over one of mine to hold me in
place. His finger slides lightly over my clitoris, rolling and dipping against
the wet, heated flesh. My breath quickens; he feels so, so good.

His
mouth remains trapped on my breast as his finger nimbly flicks and rolls over
me, but it’s too slow to bring about the release I long for.

“Colin,”
I call out in consternation, “please.” I rotate my hips into his hand, pushing
up, hoping to find deeper contact.  

Chuckling,
he continues on with his excruciatingly slow movement. “Payback, baby,” he whispers
against me.

Pushing
my head back into the pillow, my body arches as I grab the sheets next to my
hips. My eyes are closed to help me focus on the sensations. He’s going to
torture me for far too long, as he did all night. His paybacks are wonderful,
delicious, sensual, and painstakingly good.

Sliding
his finger further down, he slips into me. I groan, my voice desperate as he
begins a deliberately slow pattern, pulling out and slipping leisurely in.
Every so often his thumb rubs against my clitoris to bring me closer, but not
close enough.

“Please.”
My breath is coming fast now, panting. Showing an ounce of compassion, he slips
in a second finger to join the first, pushing in deeply over and over again. My
body responds, holding him tightly, clenching around him.

His
mouth is no longer touching me so I open my eyes to find him. He’s watching me,
watching his fingers enter and touch me. His scorching eyes sweep over my body
and finally gaze at my face, into my eyes. My mouth opens to beg him again, but
before I can he takes pity, increasing the rhythm. I’m climbing, quivering
around him.

“Oh,
Colin.” My voice is a harsh whisper. I close my eyes as the pulsing need
becomes unbearable. My breath comes in short pants as my back arches further
off of the bed. He moves faster, plunging, rubbing, around and around, in and
out. I climb into the sky, a familiar soaring, close to the sun. Calling out
his name, the sun explodes around me, the heat pulsing gloriously as I fall
slowly through the throbbing shards of sky that float with me back to the
earth.