Six Naughty Nights: Love in Reverse, Book 2 (24 page)

She fixed him with her gaze, letting all her desire show in her eyes. “Kiss me.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

He leaned forward and covered her mouth with his. The tentative, playful kisses vanished—instead his red-hot embrace scorched through her, setting light to all her nerve endings. She moaned as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth and threaded her hands into his hair, holding him as they kissed. But when he placed a hand on her breast, she smacked it playfully.

“Mouth only,” she said, breathless.

He nodded, smirking. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“Kiss my neck.”

He touched his lips compliantly to the spot behind her ear and kissed down the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Slowly,” she commanded, in a hazy, sensual dream.

So he took his time, tracing his tongue on her skin, tasting her, and when he closed his mouth over where her pulse beat and sucked gently, she groaned. She ran her fingers up his arms and across his shoulders. He was so much bigger than her, all height and breadth and muscle—she’d never been so conscious of the difference between the sexes.

“You get to touch and I don’t?” he said, lips hovering over hers. “Unfair.”

“Who’s the boss here?”

He brushed his lips against hers. “You.”

Except it didn’t feel like it. She was supposed to be in charge, but as always, he played her body like a harp.

He ran his tongue along her bottom lip. “What now?”

She swallowed. “My breasts.”

“Absolutely. Thought you’d never ask.”

Once again, he kissed her neck, but this time he continued down and placed light kisses on the swell of her breasts. She leaned back on her elbows so he could get comfortable. Her nipples throbbed with the expectation of his mouth closing on them, but he kissed around them, and his warm tongue remained clear of the most sensitive skin.

“Stop teasing me,” she begged eventually.

He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? I’m only doing what you told me.”

He was going to make her spell out every little thing she wanted done and play her at her own game. But she couldn’t describe every part of the lovemaking process—she’d die of embarrassment. Surely he’d finally take the initiative and do what he knew drove her crazy?

She squirmed beneath his continued ministrations, but when he showed no sign of moving his lips where she wanted them, she gave in. “My nipples,” she begged. “Kiss them.”

He smiled and did so, placing his warm lips on the soft skin, but even though she arched her back toward him, he still didn’t do it the way she wanted it. She closed her eyes. “Use your tongue,” she whispered.

He murmured a triumphant “Yes.” Before she could steel herself, he brushed his warm tongue over her right nipple.
 

“Oh…” The swollen skin tightened, and she tipped her head back. After all the anticipation, the sensation rippled through her exquisitely.

He did the same to her other nipple, blowing on it, and she gasped when it also peaked. “Suck them,” she pleaded. “Please.”

He covered one with his hot mouth and sucked, and she moaned at the answering tremors deep inside her. “Don’t stop,” she murmured and slipped a hand back into his hair, enjoying the feel of the silky curls in her fingers as he continued to arouse her.

She instructed him to move from one to the other and he did so, until she knew if he carried on she was going to come. And she didn’t want to come—not yet. She was enjoying herself too much.

“Stop,” she said huskily, and he raised his head. His pupils had dilated and his eyelids had lowered to half-mast. He moved forward and his erection pressed between her legs. When he rocked his hips, the solid length slid through her folds, pressing on the sensitive nub at the top.

She gasped and pushed him away. “Kiss the rest of me,” she demanded, “toes up.”

Laughing, he did so. He began with her toes, taking each one into his mouth and sucking. He flicked his tongue in between them and then trailed it along her instep and circled her ankle bone. Then he worked his way up each leg, nibbling and kissing, until eventually he reached the apex of her thighs, where he stopped and raised his head.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his low voice sending shivers through her.

She’d lost all her inhibitions by that point. “Make me come with your mouth,” she ordered, loving the way he smiled sexily at her words.

“You’ll have to give me better directions than that.” He gestured at the sofa. “First, move up.”

She did so, shifting her butt further to the back of the sofa. He put his hands on her knees and spread them, pushing them up until her heels rested on the edge of the sofa cushions. Her face grew warm as he surveyed her with approval, and he reached out and brushed his thumb through her core, spreading her moisture across her folds. “Nice.” He looked up at her. “You smell wonderful.”

“Oh man, you’re disgusting.”

He grinned. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Use your tongue,” she said faintly. “Lick me.”

He ran his tongue very lightly up her centre and then stopped.

“Oh…” She nearly passed out with pleasure and anticipation. “Again.”

He repeated the movement.

“Harder,” she said, closing her eyes as he did it more firmly. “Oh yes, that’s right. Again. Keep going.”

She enjoyed the long, slow licks for a while, but eventually he lifted his head and demanded, “What else? Tell me, Esther. Tell me what you like.” He pushed her legs. Dear God, he wanted her to open them even wider. She surrendered to the pressure and dropped her knees open, exposing herself completely to him.

“I want your tongue inside me,” she said without opening her eyes.

First she felt his hot breath on her, and then the warm softness of his tongue as he slid it into her opening, as deep as he could go. He licked and sucked at her, and before long she could take no more.

She lowered her fingers and circled them around her clit. “Here,” she moaned. “Suck me here.”

He did so, and the beautiful tightening began in her abdomen and thighs, gradually focusing deep inside her. “Put your fingers in me,” she managed to say. He slid two into her and sucked hard, and she came around them in an intense clench and burn of muscle.

When the orgasm finally subsided, she pushed him away and collapsed, limp and exhausted. “Wow.”

He leaned over her, supporting himself on his powerful arms, and pressed his erection against her hot, sensitive flesh. “What now, my lady? Are you done?”

“God, no.” She arched her back blissfully as he stroked along her. “I want that inside me.” She opened her eyes and met his gaze.

He was breathing heavily, but his lips curved as he said, “How do you want me?”

“I don’t mind,” she said dreamily. “Use your initiative.”

She thought he’d just push straight into her. Instead, to her shock he moved her left leg over her right and rolled her onto her front, and she squealed loudly. Without hesitating, he tugged her hips back so her knees fell to the floor either side of his. He knelt between her legs, and as he widened his knees, they forced hers apart.

“Hey.” She rose up in indignation at his roughness. “I’m a lady. You’re supposed to be doing what you’re told.”

“You told me to take the initiative.” He spoke into her ear and put his arms around her. Cupping her breasts, he squeezed her nipples. “So I did.”

“Ooh. I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t care.” He pushed her forward onto the sofa, held her there with a hand between her shoulder blades and dipped the other underneath her to slide into her warm folds. “I know what you want better than you do.”

“You arrogant jerk.” She inhaled as he slid his fingers deep inside her. “You do not. Let me go.”

“No.” He started to arouse her again, massaging her already sensitive skin.

“Some slave you are,” she complained, trying to push his arm away, but it was like trying to move an iron bar. “You should be whipped.”

He chuckled. “Promises, promises.” He raised his hand to squeeze her breasts and tug her nipples again.

“Ow,” she protested, although desire shot through her and her internal muscles clenched. She struggled against him, but he pushed her onto her elbows, none too gently. Then he widened her legs even farther.

“Fight me all you like,” he said, “you’re not going anywhere.” He moved his erection beneath her and parted her lips.

He’d taken her from behind before, but she’d forgotten the animal nature of it and what a dominant position it gave him. How demeaning. She didn’t want to be dominated.

Her excited, pounding heart had other ideas.

She tried to ignore it. Leaning on one elbow, she reached around and pushed him. “Let me go!”

He caught her hand and held it behind her back, linking their fingers. Leaning close, he said with amusement, “You wanted me to fuck you into next week. I’m only obeying orders.”

“Yes, but—” Her power of speech evaporated as he thrust forward without any further warning and slid into her, hot and hard, all the way up.

“Fuck!” she yelled. He’d penetrated deeply, filling her to the brim, her body stretching to accommodate.

“Whatever the lady desires.” He pulled his hips back and thrust forward firmly.

Esther gasped and tried to yank her hand free, but his iron grip refused to release her. Unable to move, she could only lie there as he pounded into her, his body meeting hers with a sharp smack each time he thrust. With every movement, he slid deeper inside her, and she shuddered as his not-inconsiderable erection stretched her until she didn’t think she had anything left to give.

She wanted to hate him for it, for his strength and supremacy over her. But as he pushed her forward with each thrust, her breasts swung and her nipples grazed the abrasive sofa cushion. Soon she was writhing beneath him, incredibly turned on by his forcefulness and the base, feral nature of the position, as if she were a mare being mounted by a stallion in the field.

“Jesus, you’re an animal.” She exhaled with a rush at each thrust.

Her accusation didn’t seem to bother him. “You better believe it, baby.” His hips slapped against hers. “You want me to stop?”

“Yes.” She had to accept the protest didn’t sound very convincing.

“Tough.” He thrust harder and, without warning, smacked her butt.

She tightened instinctively around him. “Ouch. Shit.”
 

He gave a throaty growl of approval. “Oh yeah. Do it again.”
 

He smacked her once more, harder this time, and it stung so much, she squealed. But he just laughed and thrust harder.

“Toby!” Squirming, she tried to push herself up, but he put his free hand back between her shoulder blades and held her there. She must look a right sight, she thought, breasts bouncing all over the place, being humped like a dog. It would have been humiliating if it weren’t so incredibly sexy. She was totally conquered and at his mercy, like an Anglo-Saxon wench taken by a lusting Norman knight.
 

“You wait,” she told him through gritted teeth, knowing he’d won this time. “I’ll make you pay for what you’re doing.”

“Oh…you know how to turn a guy on, don’t you?”

She rolled her eyes, unable to believe how completely immoral he was. “You’re going to hell for this, you realise.”

“If I am, you’ll be right behind me. No whores go to heaven, surely you know that.” He stroked her rump fondly as he spoke.

“I’m not a whore.”

He chuckled throatily. “Oh, yes you are. A goddess for our son and a whore for me. A perfect woman.”

She tried to stop her head banging against the back of the sofa and failed. “Stop calling me a whore!”

“You’re not just any old whore. You’re
my
whore. There’s a difference.” Still holding her hand, he moved his other beneath her to feel her swinging breasts. “Christ, Esther, your body’s fucking amazing. I wish I could screw you like this all night.”

All night. Dear Lord. She shuddered with desire at the thought.

He licked his fingers and brushed one nipple after the other, transferring the moisture to her soft skin. Lessening his thrusts slightly, he pulled her hips to his rhythmically instead, increasing her movement and the drag of her breasts over the rough fabric. Wet and swollen, they turned extra sensitive as the material teased them. When she groaned, he chuckled. He obviously knew exactly what he was doing to her.

She implored between thrusts, “Oh—God—Toby—please.”
 

“Please what?” His hand tightened on hers where he held it behind her back, but he stroked her palm with his thumb, a strangely tender gesture in the middle of his lustful authority.

“Let…me…oh…” Her plump nipples dragged up the cushion, and the muscles deep inside her clenched.

“Let you what?” His fierceness surprised her, his voice as insistent as his body. And the realisation came to her. This was to do with how his brothers had made him feel. He needed to prove she desired
him
—that she wasn’t thinking of anyone else while he took her at his will.