“Oh, shit,” she whispered, her fingers itching to sink into his tawny hair and pull his head away before he drove her past the point of sanity.
She could feel his low laugh against her saturated flesh resonating all the way up her core and had no choice but to tighten her thighs against his head as he speared her depths with tongue and fingers at the same time. Her back arched, thrusting her reddened, stiff nipples upward as she pressed her soaked pussy closer to his invading, decadent mouth. A soft, wet stroke lashed over her clit. The press of two fingers against tender nerve endings drew a gush. Teeth nibbled and a tongue soothed. Rough beard bristles tickled and scraped against the tender skin of her inner thighs. Fingers scissored, stretching and teasing before thrusting deep enough to bump her womb. Heat that had just begun to cool returned hotter. Tight vaginal grips that had eased back clutched even harder than before. Contractions built with each finger and tongue stroke until her entire lower body convulsed in a series of climaxes that stripped her of cognizant thought and awareness, thrusting her into a vortex of blinding lights and flooding sensation.
Chapter 9
Connor lifted his head from feasting on Tam’s saturated flesh. Her taste coated his tongue and lips and he could still feel her soft thighs pressed against his face, the tight grip of her climaxes soaking his invading fingers and stroking tongue. Coming to his feet, he ran his hands down her shaking legs, wondering how the hell this hadn’t gone as he’d planned, as he’d needed it to. He had intended to make her wait, to torment her by withholding her climaxes in the hopes the frustration would force her to admit his sexual proclivities
weren’t for her. Instead, he’d found himself powerless to resist the need reflected on her face and in the supplicant gyrations and wetness of her body, her slick heat and soft cries too tempting to ignore.
His cock pressed with painful intensity against his zipper, leaving him desperate for relief. He’d drawn out her pleasure and withheld his too long. One touch would set him off, a touch he knew he could get from any number of willing subs. But looking down at Tam’s flushed face, her chest heaving as she struggled to steady her breathing and regain her senses, he knew there was no way he would do that to her. He may not like how her mere presence had pushed him into topping her tonight or her continued insistence on exploring what his club offered, but that was his problem. There was no choice but to ease his tormented state with her. God help him.
Lowering her legs, Connor flicked a knob on the side of the bench, raising her head halfway up. He couldn’t fuck her – thrusting inside her snug body would cross a line he knew neither of them would succeed in crossing back over to where they were, where he needed their relationship to be. That left him one other option.
Connor ran the pads of his fingers down her damp face as he carefully lowered his zipper, freeing his hard as steel erection. “Are you with me yet, little one?”
Tam blinked her eyes, trying to focus on his face, her lax body revealing the toll multiple orgasms had taken on her muscles. “Getting there,” she returned in a drowsy whisper, the small smile of contentment playing around her mouth causing a tightness in his chest.
He slid his fingers to her cushiony lips as he gripped his cock and stroked over the smooth, damp crown with his thumb. “Oh,” she breathed softly, her small tongue darting out to lick his fingers as the sated glaze cleared from her eyes.
A shiver racked his body, and he cursed the strong effect that sexy gesture produced. “Tell me,” Connor uttered, pulling his right leg out of his jeans and straddling the narrow bench at her shoulders, “are you as good at giving as you are at receiving?”
“I’m as good at trying, at least when it comes to this.” She leaned forward and swiped her tongue over his seeping slit. “Let me try, Master Con. Please.”
With a jerky nod, he let her lead as he worked to get himself under control. The Dom side of him preferred to take charge by holding her head, rendering her helpless as he used her mouth. But the long-time friend and protector side still ruled with Tam and held him back.
“Go ahead.” He brushed his cockhead over her lips, spreading the pearly dribbles as she licked every inch of the mushroom cap before dipping under the rim to tease that sensitive area. His muscles went taut as he fought to hold back the pleasure.
Tightening his hand around the base, he hissed in a breath as she found his sweet spot. She closed her lips over him, bending her head forward to take several inches into her warm, wet mouth. He saw her jerk on her still bound hands and knew from the low groan that vibrated down his shaft she wanted to touch him, but that would not do. He was too far gone to hold back against the feel of both her mouth and hands.
Soft lips clung as she drew back with a hard suction that sent tingles racing up his spine, her tongue a constant swirl of stroking, tasting motion that drew ripples of hot pleasure licking up his shaft. Connor struggled to breathe and hold on, but as Tam shifted her legs behind him to coast one slender, bare foot across his buttocks, he yanked back and pumped his seed onto her quivering breasts. The room spun as he closed his eyes, threw his head back and released a low, guttural moan of body-clenching pleasure, his grip tightening to the point of discomfort.
Connor opened his eyes as his brain started to function again and the first thing he saw was Tam’s adoring, gray-eyed gaze. The second was her semen-splattered chest, white streaks marking the soft skin as she drew shuddering breaths that shook her breasts. The urge to lean down and kiss those swollen, slightly curved lips prompted him to lower his head. It was the brush of her breath against his mouth that jarred him into full awareness of where he was, what he’d done and with whom. Jesus. Shaken by the strength of the climax she’d pulled from him and the jeopardy he feared this night had put their relationship in, he jumped back and moved off her. With a hard thrust, he shoved his leg back into his jeans and pulled them up. Freeing her hands, he helped her up, wincing as she fell against him in a boneless heap, her sigh tickling his neck, the pinpoints of her nipples drilling into his bare chest.
“What the fuck am I going to do with you now, little one?” he muttered into her ear, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to help steady both her and himself.
Tam held on for a moment before leaning back, holding onto his forearms. “I don’t know. Only you can answer that as I don’t think you really want my suggestion.”
“No,” he sighed, taking her hand, “I don’t.” After tossing the toys in a bin to be cleaned later, he snatched up her dress, shoes and his hat and tugged her toward the stairs with no other thought in mind than to step away from her for some much-needed contemplation time.
Luck was on his side for a change when he spotted Nan and Avery soaking in the hot tub as soon as he reached the lower floor. Perfect. “Come on. You can join your friends and relax while I get a drink.” And question my sanity in agreeing to scene with you. Opening the glass slider, they stepped onto the deck and out into the refreshing cool night air. Tossing her clothing on the bench, he slapped his hat back on, saying, “Ladies. Would you make room for Tam, please?”
“Sure.” Nan scooted over, unabashed in her nudity while Avery, sitting opposite her, shifted lower on the seat, as if the swirling, bubbly water would hide her full, bobbing breasts. Still new to the lifestyle, she appeared comfortable with her nudity when Master Grayson was by her side but turned shy whenever he left her alone without offering her the comfort of covering herself.
“Thank you.” Turning, he lifted Tam and swung her over, looking away from the hurt and confusion on her face as he grabbed a bottle of water from the outdoor cooler. Opening it, he handed it to her. “Drink all of that so you don’t get dehydrated. Get dressed and come find me when you’re ready and I’ll take you home.” He stalked back inside before he could do something stupid, like strip and join her.
“That man is blinder than a bat,” Nan muttered. “He’s so far gone over you he can’t see it. We should get him back out here by giving him a show he won’t be able to ignore.” With a wicked smile, she reached up and toyed with one pouty nipple until it pebbled under her finger.
Tamara shook her head, disappointment and denial crushing her hopes. She knew better than her friend Con was not ‘gone over her’, at least, not the way Tamara wanted him to be. Her body ached in the most delicious way and the hot, swirling water helped ease her tense muscles. But nothing could lessen her despair over ever getting past the brick wall of protective friend Con had erected between them. She couldn’t dispel the vision of his face hovering above hers, his lips so close to her mouth she felt the wisp of his breath. Her heart clutched as she recalled the startled horror in his eyes before he’d pulled back, as if the intimacy of sharing a possessive, man and woman kiss as opposed to the friendly peck they usually shared was something he couldn’t fathom or bring himself to do. God, that had hurt. “You’re wrong, Nan. Didn’t you notice how fast he ran from me now that he’s finished our scene? He’s not interested in more.”
“Besides,” Avery put in, shying away from Nan’s nipple play. “Master Grayson would tan my butt if I masturbated without his permission.”
“That’s why I intend to stay free of a monogamous relationship. When not in a scene, I can do as I please.” Nan cupped both breasts and rasped her rigid nipples with her thumbs, a sigh of pleasure parting her lips as the buds puckered even tighter. “I still say he’s fighting how much he wants you, Tamara.”
“I just want to go home.” Tamara refused to believe that or look into the playroom. She didn’t want to know what Con was doing, or how determined he was to put what just happened between them out of his mind. For her, there would be no forgetting the taste of him, the feel of his hands and mouth, the exalted high he had driven her to. Her nipples still throbbed from the tight clamps and soft vibrations and her pussy and rectum still spasmed with remembered pleasure.
Dropping her hands, Nan sat up straight, her drowsy look turning fierce. “Well, you’re not running inside to him to drive you. I’ll take you and his order be damned. Like you said, you’re not in a committed relationship.”
Avery frowned. “Uh, is that wise? From what I’ve learned, none of these guys will hesitate to punish you for disobeying a direct order.”