Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline) (18 page)

“Get a room,” a girl grumbled snidely as she walked past.

He broke the kiss before things got out of hand.

“Yes, we should definitely do that. I can’t stay here like this.”

“Sure you can. You’re a tough girl.” He brought her back to the dance floor area and ordered a soda from the server, stealthily passing the woman back her swipe card. They found two seats that had been abandoned, and he pulled Addison into his lap before she could take a seat next to him. Her ass came down hard on his thigh and he held her there even though she squawked loud enough for him to hear even over the persistent throb of the music.

The room was still packed. Strangers pressed all around them, talking to each other and oblivious to the tension between Fox and Addison.

She sulked, but there was nothing cute about the way her tits heaved far too distractingly near his face. He dropped a kiss on the top of one, and her glare came off more as frustrated desire. Her nipples were stiff bumps under the tight fabric of her dress and he really wanted to bite them. Damn. He should have worked off some tension in the restroom, but that was skeevy, even for him.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he crooned in her ear, and he bounced her on his knee. She blinked rapidly, and her nails dug into his arm.

“I . . .” She squirmed on his lap and gasped. “Please.”

“You want to dance? Is that what you’re asking for?” He shifted like he was going to get up, but she shook her head wildly.

“I can’t,” she cried in his ear. “I need to come. I need you to take this thing out of my ass. Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll suck your cock right here in front of everyone.”

He bit back a groan. If his cock was leaking precome through his jeans he wouldn’t have been surprised.

“You need to come right now? Again?” He shook his head in mock disgust. “Greedy girl. I bet I could slip my hand up your skirt and play with your hard little clit, and no one would even notice. Or maybe they’d love the show.” A few seats down a young woman was watching them, her bottom lip caught absently between her teeth. Her boyfriend had an arm draped around her shoulders, but he was deep in conversation with his buddy.

Addison shifted on his lap and groaned. “Come out to the parking lot and fuck me on the hood of your car.”

The pretty picture of it painted itself in his mind.

“There are cameras in the parking lot,” he replied, trying not to sound like he was suffering along with her. “Besides, you don’t get to come again until my dick is in your sweet ass.”

Her gaze dropped to her lap. “I don’t know if it’s going to work tonight. The thing you put in me is already uncomfortable, and it’s nowhere near as big as you are.”

“It’ll be uncomfortable at first, but I’ll make you like it.” He slipped his hand onto her thigh and he could feel her muscles shift subtly toward it, as if she couldn’t help but be drawn to the lure of the pleasure he might give her.

“I doubt you can make me like it.”

He gave her a wolfish grin. “Good. It’s hotter for me if you don’t.”

Surprisingly, no witty retort was forthcoming from her. For a few minutes she was silent, watching the dance floor with suffering eyes. “Please just take me home, Fox,” she said finally. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” His brain shorted out as a wave of sinister ideas flooded through it. The offer was a dangerous one, considering some of his kinks.

She nodded miserably.

Every bit of his brain was wide awake and clawing for him to take advantage of the situation. He guided her to her feet, then escorted her to the door, his hand banded on her upper arm. Unwavering, her gaze stayed focused on him as he brought her out to the car and handed her in. When he got behind the wheel, buckled, and pulled out onto the highway, her breathing became hectic and erratic. He looked over and met her stare, his gaze sliding down the arch of her breasts, her rucked up skirt, until it came to rest lower, where her hand moved between her thighs.

He swallowed hard. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“Are you going to stop me?” she asked, her eyes gleaming, her voice low and husky.

It was difficult to yank his gaze away to watch the road, but he wasn’t about to get them killed.

“If you don’t stop now, I’ll cane your ass before I fuck it.”

She sobbed a protest, but her hand came away immediately. He grabbed her wrist, and brought her fingers to his mouth, then sucked her taste from them. The orgasmic moan she made reverberated through the car, making his balls ache even worse.

“Maybe some girls say they like anal, but I think the majority of them are lying,” she admitted.

Fox chuckled. “Yes, I could tell how much you hated it by the orgasm. That and the fact that you were ready to masturbate in front of me the second we had some privacy. That definitely proves a lack of interest to me.”

“It’s . . . unpleasant.” He hit a bump and she made a gasping sound, almost a choke, at the back of her throat and shifted in the seat.

“You bastard. You did that on purpose.”

“No, I didn’t. Someone is being distracting.”

Her expression—a mixture of desire, suspicion, and disgust was just too perfect. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him playing with her ass, she was offended that it turned her on so bad.

“When we get to my place I’ll train you for one more plug, and then I’m going to coax your pretty little asshole to accept the raging fucking hard-on I’ve had for the past hour.”

She stared at him with longing. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing hard.

“Has anyone ever told you what a sexy ass you have?”

She groaned and shifted in her seat when she realized he was honestly waiting for an answer. “Yeah, but I usually just call you Fox to your face.”

He snorted at her joke which may not have been a joke at all. Oh well, obviously she liked him enough to let him fuck her, even if she was pissed.

“It’s a shame not to defile you on film.”

“Oh, shut up.” She rolled her eyes. “You just want it on film so you can laugh about me behind my back and show your friends what you convinced me to do.”

Irritation flared and fed off of his frustration. Did she really think that little of him? “Why on earth would you think I’d ever do that to a woman who trusted me? I have no problem with your answer being no, or even fuck off, but if you don’t trust me maybe you shouldn’t be playing with me.” He forced himself to calm down. His arousal was making him testy. “Did I ever show anyone that picture I took of you? No. I’m an asshole and a thief, but I have ethics when it comes to sexual partners. I don’t kiss and tell, and I don’t cheat.”

She opened her mouth, looking as though she planned to say something angry, then shut it again. “You don’t cheat? What is that supposed to mean? Are we a thing then?”

Had she been seeing someone else? Maybe when she’d said she was busy, it hadn’t always been work or school. They hadn’t exactly discussed the limits of their relationship yet, but possessiveness reared its head. He didn’t want anyone else touching what was his. And she was damn well his, even if she didn’t know it yet. Just the idea of someone else kissing her pissed him off.

He couldn’t let his imagination take things further than that. “I suppose I shouldn’t have assumed we were exclusive.”

“I didn’t assume we were.”

Wordlessly, he pulled off the highway onto a deserted side road, then parked in an empty parking lot. Jealousy was fucking with his adrenaline. He glared at her, shaking with anger, but knew he had no one to blame but himself.

This woman made him so crazy.

“We should have discussed this a few weeks ago,” he said, struggling for calm. Time to hash out the ground rules, even if it was a little fucking late. From now on she’d be only his, and if she couldn’t agree to that, they were done. “You’re the only one I want.”

Her gaze was inscrutable. “Okay.”

“I don’t want you messing around with other people.”

“That’s interesting.”

He breathed deeply through the nose. Sometimes the woman was insufferable.

“Are you interested in us being exclusive?” he asked through gritted teeth.

A smile tugged at her lips. “Like you’d be my boyfriend and bring me flowers and chocolates when you pick me up for dates?”

“I was thinking more that I’d grab you by the hair and force my cock into your pretty mouth when I pick you up for dates, but if you prefer flowers, that can be arranged.”

Her eyes gleamed with amusement. “My mouth? Is that what’s got you all hot and bothered right now?” She parted her lips suggestively. “You get so grumpy when you’re hard up, Fox.”

God, he wanted to spank her so bad. Or fuck her. Or both at the same time.

“Are we exclusive or aren’t we?”

She hesitated long enough to make his stomach drop like he was on a roller coaster. Why did he care so much?

Because he wanted her to be his, and just his.

All cocky and badass, Addison kept him on his toes, but she also blushed like a virgin, danced like a stripper, and made all of his dominant urges very, very happy. And she was smart. Sometimes too smart for his own fucking good. And funny—that part was important to him too. And she liked to snuggle.

Dammit. It was too early into their relationship for all this emotional bullshit.

“Starting now? If that’s what you want,” she finally said, after a million years of leaving him hanging.

“No one else touches you without my permission,” he growled.

She snickered. “Seriously, Fox? Jealous much?”

Maybe he was too wound up for this conversation. He let his hand bury itself in the back of her hair, gripping it hard. She gasped, and her expression again turned into a haze of submissive desire.

“You’re going to call whoever else you’re seeing and tell them it’s over.”

When she nodded, he brought his mouth down on hers, trying to erase the memory of any other man from her mind.

She pulled away, gasping, but only to unfasten his seatbelt. Her hands fumbled at his jeans, trying to get them undone.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t even like flowers,” she mumbled.

Before he could reply, his cock sprang free of his jeans, and she leaned over the console and took his length deep into her hot mouth. She sucked, and the exquisite torture of it made him clench his fist in her hair. A moan escaped her, and he froze at the sensation. He reached behind her, wrapping his hand between her legs, his fingers toying with her clit through her thin panties while the heel of his hand pressed and vibrated on the plug. She cried out, but the sound was muffled on his cock. His balls tightened painfully and he lost control, exploding into her mouth just as her own orgasm wracked her body with huge shudders. She started to choke, swallowing the hours of his frustration while she came, sobbing, struggling to breathe. By the time she pulled off of him, they were both splattered with his come. Her grimace made him chuckle as he untangled his hand from her hair.

“Some of that went up my nose, you bastard.”

“And whose fault is that? You need to learn to swallow faster.”

She laughed self-consciously. “I was too busy coming to worry about the mess. It was all very sudden.”

He stripped off his T-shirt and wiped her face and part of her hair with it, then cleaned off his stomach and jammed the shirt into an empty grocery bag he found on the floor, before he buttoned his jeans.

Unfortunately, the twist of possessiveness hadn’t faded with the orgasm. “So are we exclusive or not?”

“I haven’t been with anyone other than you in at least a year,” she admitted.

She hadn’t? Every muscle in his body relaxed, and he could feel the post-orgasm buzz settling over him. Knowing her, she’d make him want her again in a few minutes.

“No?”

“Not even to go on a date.” She grinned then buckled her seatbelt.

The grin tipped him off. She’d been fucking with him. Little bitch. He’d make her pay for that later.

“You like making me jealous?” he growled.

“Uh-huh.”

“Why?”

“It’s hot.” She winked. “And it also means you think I’m worth keeping.”

Fox’s car slid to a stop in his driveway, leaving Addison with the breathless fear he’d crash them into the front of his house. He jumped out, leaving the door ajar, and the motor running.

Holy shit.

He opened her door and yanked her unceremoniously out of the car. She gasped, the plug in her ass moving disturbingly within her at the sudden movement. Before she could process the feeling, he shoved her back against the car’s body. Wildness stared back at her, more lupine than human. Was this when she was going to find out he was a werewolf? She resisted the urge to check the sky for a full moon.

His hungry mouth came down on hers, and his hands fumbled with the hem of her dress, tugging it upward until it bunched under her armpits. Reaching behind her, he unfastened her bra, and pulled it out of the way, her breasts freed into the spill of brilliance from the house’s floodlights. He cupped them and lifted them higher, torturing her sensitive nipples with his teeth. For a moment, she worried someone might see them from the window, but the hot, greedy feel of his mouth on her stole the last of her objections.

They made out for a few minutes until she was ready to beg for him to take her right there, but before they went that far he grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the house.

“Wait!” she balked, trying to yank her dress back down one-handed.

“Leave it,” he barked.

She stumbled along behind him, breasts bouncing, too horny to care if the other guys saw her like this. As possessive as Fox was, it was unlikely they were home anyway, unless he was just too wound up to worry about who saw her.

This was crazy. She’d just come hard twenty minutes ago, but he’d teased her the rest of the way home until she was just as eager for him as she’d been in the club. This anal thing was for Fox, but only because he wanted it, and because if she was going to give it up for someone it would be him. Maybe she was curious, but she wasn’t going to like it, no matter how good he tried to make it. She was more than a little scared—both that it would hurt like hell, or that he could convince her to like it. Maybe both.

They made it downstairs without seeing anyone, and she hoped that wasn’t just because the other guys were polite enough to stay out of the way.

He stripped her fast when they reached the bottom of the steps, leaving her clothes in a heap on the floor outside his bedroom.

“You really shouldn’t wear dresses around me, sweetness. Easy access is asking for trouble.” His voice was hard and mean, and it made her shiver with anticipation.

“Anything short of a chastity belt probably wouldn’t stop you.”

The attempt to lighten the mood was ignored.

Her clit was still sensitive from her orgasm and her renewed arousal, and when he shoved her to her knees, her slickness had dampened the insides of her thighs. There was a mirror across from her, and she wondered if that was why he’d put her in that spot, but the glimpses she got of her own reflection behind him was nowhere near as interesting as the wild man in front of her.

Another blow job? Was that what he wanted? She knelt as prettily as she could, back straight, tits out, and she loved the way he stared at her, like a starving animal. He was breathing hard.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He got his breathing under control, and smiled dangerously. “Nothing other than the fact that I want you and I’m impatient. But this needs to be dealt with first. You were messing with me earlier. You let me think you were fucking other people.”

It was hard not to smile, but she shrugged instead. “You jumped to that conclusion. Besides, if you wanted me to be all yours, you should have mentioned it at some point.”

“I implied it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not exactly. But did you honestly think I would even look at another guy when I could sleep with you? Have you met you?”

“I—” He broke off as if he wasn’t sure what to say. “What is it about you that makes me so crazy?”

“I’m pretty sure the crazy was there to begin with. You can’t blame that on me.” She felt her mouth twist in amusement, which made his brows lower. She wasn’t sure why she was poking the beast, but it was damn funny, and it was also making her heart race. What would he do? Punish her? He’d get rough, and she wanted it rough.

Wait—maybe she didn’t want anal rough.

Dammit.

Violence moved behind his blue eyes, and it made her insides turn to jelly.

He unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops. The sound made her squirm. Slowly, he wound the buckle end around his big hand, and she watched the play of muscles in his forearms in breathless silence.

Oh . . . fuck . . . Was there such a thing as a visual orgasm?

“Have you ever been punished with a belt before, Addison?” His voice was quiet and terrifying. This was like skydiving without a parachute.

“I’ve been hit with a belt for fun, but not really punished.” But for some reason the idea of him punishing her was making her even hornier.

“Put your forehead on the floor,” he commanded.

Hell
. Hesitantly, she got into position, but she arched her back and presented for him.

“Between every smack I want you to say, ‘I’m sorry for making you jealous on purpose, Fox.’” He walked behind her and she watched his reflection in the mirror.

For a long moment he stared down at her ass in reverent silence. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

“Do you really want to make me all welty?” she asked, blinking at him innocently as their gazes met in the mirror.

“You need my marks on you, Addison,” he said roughly. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

She gritted her teeth as heat flooded through her, wondering if he knew how bad he was turning her on before he even touched her. It wasn’t fair.

The belt came down, leaving a stinging smack, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Not so bad, and his expression was intense and hot.

“Sorry for making you jealous on purpose, Fox.”

He grunted an acknowledgement, but didn’t pause.

The second smack was harder, and she clenched involuntarily, making her more aware of the plug in her ass.

She said it again, but had to stop herself from smiling. He kept checking her expression in the mirror.

Three, four, five . . . Her brain shut off somewhere, only processing the burn of her ass, the ache of desire between her legs, and the movement of her mouth saying words she hoped were right.

A particularly hard hit landed, and she went to her belly on the carpet, but he pulled her back into position.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled.

Six. Seven. Eight . . .

He paused, running a rough hand over the hot flesh of her ass, grabbing it and abrading it with his calluses. God, he was mean. He grabbed the base of the buttplug and played with it, fucking her ass with slow strokes that made her whine, yet hold very, very still.

Nine. Ten.

A deep haze claimed her, melding the pleasure and pain into one chaotic mess in her head. Her ass hurt like a bitch, and eventually she forgot what to say, not that she could make words past the sobbing noises that kept coming from her throat.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, putting her facedown on the edge of it. She was glad he hadn’t laid her on her back, but if she was hoping for a break, she was sadly mistaken. Again, he fucked her with the plug, pulling it further out then plunging it back in until she was gasping and desperate, before he withdrew it completely. It was a relief, but left her so needy she didn’t know what to do or even what to want.

Where the other plug came from she didn’t know, but the coolness of the lube startled her. He held her ass cheeks apart with his fingers as he twirled the new plug around her anus, then slowly convinced her body to take it for him. It filled her so full her eyes went wide with dismay just before it tapered off to the base.

“Ah, good girl,” he murmured. “So much easier when you don’t fight it. You want my cock in here though, don’t you? This plug isn’t big enough for you, is it?”

Her response was only a whine.

The plug was too damn big, and the discomfort made her ache. And it was smaller than him? Other than the burning need of her pussy, and the wild feeling of invasion and intimacy, she couldn’t understand why some women said they liked this. It was degrading and embarrassing and made her want to come so bad that clenching her thighs would probably get her off. Okay, maybe it was that.

The ghost of his breath over the cheek of her burning ass made her realize how closely he was watching the process, and she wished she had enough brainpower left to be embarrassed. She was too far gone to care about anything more than how badly she needed to come.

He played with the plug, making it move disturbingly. The sounds he drew from her were punctuated by his own. After a lot of toying, he withdrew the thing, and she was so turned on she didn’t care if he was planning to fuck her with something huger and less pleasant than his dick.

“Your body keeps shutting up tight, Addison, but I can’t wait anymore,” he said grimly. “I don’t even know how long I’m going to last.” He was behind her then, tracing the tip of his cock up and down her cleft. When he positioned himself against her asshole, he stopped. “Now, I want you to back up and impale your sweet little body with my cock. Do you think you can do that?”

“No,” she mewled. “You do it.”

“If you do it, you can control how fast this goes, little girl. I’m desperate to be inside you, but I don’t want to hurt you. Come on, you can do this.” He held himself steady, but didn’t push into her even though he sounded like he was suffering as much as she was.

Gingerly, she pressed back, feeling the burning stretch her body trying to accommodate the thick head of his cock. Whether his grunt was pleasure or pain she wasn’t sure. He pulled away and added more lube, then put himself back in position. She pushed back again, using her hands and feet for leverage, squirming and fucking his cock into her until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. It burned and ached, but the pressure in her lower belly, the throb of her clit, insisted she wanted more.

“Is that all of it?” she gasped.

“No, baby,” he said through gritted teeth. “The head is in, but not much more than that.”

“Oh god,” she cried. Her legs were quaking, and if the bed wasn’t supporting her upper half she’d have fallen.

“I know,” he murmured sympathetically, his voice thick. “You’re such a good girl. Can you take more for me?”

She struggled to get him farther in, to take him deep inside her body, the sensation of burning soreness and being overfilled awing her. His grunts of agonized pleasure made her want to take him all, but it was one of the most unpleasant things she’d ever experienced. It also, strangely, pried open a deeper submission than she’d realized she was capable of. She felt . . . owned.

A million years later, when her ass finally met his hips, he held her still, letting her get used to the feeling of having an iron bar rammed up her ass. He breathed hard, and every twitch and shudder of his body brought a fresh twinge of discomfort.

“Look at what a good job you did,” he said, the approval and wonder in his voice making her feel proud. “You took the whole thing. Does it hurt?”

“A little,” she admitted in a tiny voice. “Just don’t move, okay?”

“Okay.”

Deep in her ass, she could feel his dick pulsating. She was terrified to move. Gentle fingers traced her flesh where she was stretched around him, tickling where she was the most sore. It made her squirm, and he gasped at the small movements she made. Oh fuck. He needed to stop. If she came she wouldn’t be able to hold still and she’d hurt herself. His other hand snaked between her and the bed, seeking her clit, and she couldn’t move away to stop him.

Her clit felt huge and engorged, and her pussy ached to be filled, not that there would be any room for something inside it. His fingers found her nub and he brushed over it gently, the slightest of touches, then surrounded it with questing fingers, milking at it, making the heavy tension in her pussy and ass build to overwhelm her. She tried to stave it off, made a valiant effort to ignore what he was doing, but every muscle in her body coiled and bunched, building toward an uncontrollable explosion.

“No . . . no . . .”

“Oh fuck, are you going to come, pretty girl?”

“No!” she cried sulkily. She didn’t want to come, but she needed to so bad she’d die if he stopped her.

“Oh, I think you are, whether you like it or not,” he said roughly. “Your little ass is so hot and tight. I’m going come so hard you’re going to feel it in the back of your throat.”

Fuck.

The tension that sang through her body snapped like an arcing power line. She shrieked as the orgasm broke over her, but one strong hand kept her mostly still as she wriggled on his cock, struggling to make him move. His fingers plucked at her clit, rough and cruel.

“Please fuck me. Please! I need you,” she begged. She arched back into him, wanting to feel him pound into her and come hard, deep inside her body.

“Shh, I don’t want to hurt you.” He made a choking sound, like he could hardly bear it, but she wanted to hear him come.

“Fox, please,” she hissed.

He gave a few tentative thrusts, and the alien pleasure of it rolled her eyes back. She shoved back, impaling herself on him, and he lost his struggle for control, thrusting into her hard and fast a few times before both hands grabbed her hips. His fingers dug painfully into her skin as he covered her with his body, owning her, his hot grunts of pleasure loud in her ear. The jerk of his cock emptying into her tender ass slammed her with a second orgasm, and she whimpered and struggled helplessly beneath him until the storm ebbed.

When she could open her eyes again, she blinked stupidly at the expanse of black bed linens, then closed them again and shuddered as his breath brushed the small hairs at the back of her neck. He bit her there, and a stunning orgasmic aftershock wracked her exhausted body as his cock continued to twitch in her ass.

“Mmm.” He fastened his teeth on her earlobe and she weakly cried out. “I want to do that again.”