Copping To It (4 page)

“Don’t look at anyone else,” he said
hoarsely. “I want all your attention on me. Your mouth is so hot
and tight, and you’re far, far more skilled than I thought you’d
be. I want your hands on me, too. Cup my balls.”

His hoarse command was enough to make her
forget about the others watching them, or at least to not mind
enough to stop. Her mouth started suckling again, drawing a choked
moan from him, and at the same time she reached out and cupped his
balls, gently rolling the twin globes in her palm.

Ty gripped fistfuls of her hair, and her
sucking became bolder. Harder. It wasn’t enough.

“Your hands,” he gritted out, certain he
sounded far closer to pleading than he should. “Use them with your
mouth.”

Instantly, she obeyed, wrapping both hands
around the thick stalk of his penis and using them to follow the
forward then backward glide of her mouth. With no prompting from
him, she added a slight twist to her grip whenever she pulled away,
so that her fingers rubbed the moisture from her mouth onto the
sensitive underside of his phallus. Every time she did it, he
shuddered violently until finally he was clenching his teeth to
keep from crying out her name.

She whimpered, as if she could sense how
close to release she’d got him, and she swirled her tongue around
the tip of him in a move worthy of any highly-trained call girl.
Only this wasn’t a call girl. It was Claire. His beautiful,
fresh-faced, complex Claire with half of his dick shoved into her
mouth and a look of pure, orgasmic-like bliss on her face.

It was seeing that expression that undid
him.

“I’m gonna come,” he groaned. “Remember what
I said. All of it. I want you to swallow every drop.”

She nodded, and it was apparent that neither
of them was acting for the benefit of anyone but themselves at that
moment. Widening his stance, he braced himself against the pleasure
building in his balls, almost painful in its intensity.

“Ahhh….” With a grimace, he exploded. His
body jerked as his cock emptied itself into the sweet darkness of
her mouth, and he almost yelled when she swallowed him deeper and
he felt her throat convulse tighter around him as she struggled to
swallow his cum. It gushed into her in thick, spurting jets of
liquid but, true to her word, she didn’t let a drop of it escape
her mouth.

She swallowed, swallowed again, then slowly
slid his cock out of her mouth. Before she released him completely,
she flicked the end of him with her tongue as if giving him a
farewell kiss that she couldn’t let the others see.

Weakly, he let his hands drop away from her
and quickly jerked his pants up. His hands were shaking when he
swept them through his hair and stared at the top of her bent head
as she continued to kneel in front of him.

Jesus, that had nearly killed him. And yet,
he was still as hard as an iron poker. Maybe even harder than he’d
been when she’d first put her mouth on him. All he could think
about was getting inside her hot, clenching body and making her
come just as hard as he had.

Once he got her out of here — and he would
get her out safely, no question about it — he didn’t want her to
remember servicing him. When she looked back at this time, he
wanted her to remember her own pleasure. The pleasure
he
gave her. The pleasure she wouldn’t be able to live without once
she left this place and returned to the safety of her ordinary
world.

Without hesitation, he glanced up at Jed.
Behind him, he caught a glimpse of Luke walking past the door. His
partner hesitated just long enough for Ty to catch the slight shake
of his head.

Ty understood immediately. Don’t take Jed
on. Not now. Either Jed had reinforcements waiting nearby, or the
others had gotten dangerously drunk and out of control. “I’m a
Guardian now, right?”

Jed, who looked a little dazed, nodded. “Uh.
Yeah. You are.”

Ty narrowed his eyes. “Then everyone get the
fuck out of here. Because I’m not done with her. Not by a long
shot.”

Jed stared at him for several seconds. The
crowd watched tensely, obviously uncomfortable with Ty’s words
regardless of his new status within the gang.

Slowly, Jed’s mouth widened in a grin, and
he laughed. The others in the room laughed as well, then followed
him when he strode outside, leaving Ty with Claire, who still
hadn’t moved from her position on her knees. Quickly, he shut the
door, locked it, then sank to his knees in front of her. He cupped
her face in his hands and tilted her face up, frowning when she
resisted.

“Don’t wimp out on me now, Claire,” he said,
forcing a harsh edge to his voice.

Her eyes widened, and her gaze jerked to
his. Upon seeing her expression, he hid his feeling of relief.
Rather than looking bruised or humiliated, her eyes sparkled with a
vibrant arousal that was almost too intense to be real.

But it
was
real.

Ty didn’t know how or why he and Claire had
been given this opportunity to gorge themselves on each other, but
now that he’d had his turn, he wasn’t about to stop without giving
her hers.

He rubbed his thumb firmly against her
mouth, dragging her lips open so he could dip it inside and push it
insistently against her tongue. She gasped but obviously understood
his silent command and started sucking it.

“That’s it,” he said as he watched the sexy
ministration and felt his cock twitch in envy. “There’s no going
back, Claire. I got off in your mouth. You exercised your power
over me and had me at your complete mercy. If we’d been alone, I
would have been begging you to suck me even harder. And you know
what that means, don’t you?”

Her mouth stopped sucking, and she shook her
head.

He smiled wickedly. “It means payback’s a
bitch, baby girl. And you’re about to get yours.”

After issuing his promise — or threat — and
helping her to her feet, Ty moved to the corner of the room where,
to her surprise, a video camera was positioned atop a tripod. He
fiddled with it, obviously getting it powered up. “It’s an old one.
Still uses a tape, and it doesn’t pick up sound. But it’s perfect
for what we need. It’ll capture our image while still allowing us
to talk freely. I’ll sweep the room for bugs. I know you’ll want me
to talk dirty when we fuck, Claire.”

Shaken, Claire opened her mouth to protest
but froze when he glanced at her, the heat of his gaze boring into
hers. She closed her mouth with an audible snap, crossed her arms,
and studied the room more closely.

In addition to the chair he’d occupied
earlier, there was nothing in it but a twin bed covered with some
ratty linens. The window was boarded up, with only cracks of light
filtering through.

Without looking at her, Ty abandoned the
video camera to prowl around the room, running his hands over and
under surfaces, searching for the listening devices he’d mentioned.
In the tense silence, all she heard was the sound of her ragged
breaths as she tried to regain her composure. Her gaze moved once
again to the video camera and stuck, as if it had become her
lifeline. If she stared at it long enough, maybe she’d never
actually have to face Ty and deal with what was happening here.

In all honesty, she wasn’t even sure what
that was. But she did have a sneaky suspicion, and that suspicion
did nothing but make her more jittery.

When she’d been on her knees in front of
him, when she’d had his musky smell and vibrant energy surrounding
her, inside and out, and then the taste of him on her tongue and
down her throat, she’d forgotten all her concerns about the
situation or of showing him who she really was and what turned her
on. No matter what she did within the Guardian compound, she’d
thought, Ty would keep her safe. And, given the circumstances, if
she acted out of character and did some wild, unpredictable things,
well, she could be forgiven a few crazy moments, couldn’t she?

But typical Ty wasn’t willing to give her
that. He wasn’t going to let her give him a blow job in front of
the other men without reducing her to the same state of quivering
pleasure. And of course she wanted that. Who wouldn’t? Only she
wasn’t sure if she was brave enough to take it. To actually —

“Claire.”

She jumped at the sound of his voice but
kept her gaze resolutely on the video camera. He couldn’t really
know what she was feeling. So long as she didn’t confirm anything,
it didn’t matter what he suspected. Besides, maybe she’d been
wrong. Maybe she’d misunderstood him. Maybe he’d told the others to
leave to buy some time while Luke figured out a way to get them out
of here. Maybe…

“Claire,” he began again.

The deep baritone of his voice thundered in
her head, snapping something inside her. Her skin felt tight, her
body restless and buzzing with adrenaline. She wanted something,
but she didn’t know what. But she knew who.

“Look at me. Now.” His voice was low and
firm. It brooked no disobedience. Part of her bristled, while the
other part melted. Slowly, she turned to face him.

What she saw made her gasp and tremble.

His cheeks were flushed and his eyelids
heavy. He didn’t look disgusted or overly concerned with
explanations or escape plans. Instead, he was looking at her as if
he wanted to devour her whole, spit her out, then start all over
again. And again and again and again. An ache throbbed in her core,
and she automatically squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to
ease it. His gaze flickered down, indicating he hadn’t missed the
slight movement. Slowly, he walked toward her, dark intent gleaming
in his eyes.

She held herself as still as possible,
feeling a bit like a mouse being stalked by a lion, but she was a
mouse that wasn’t running or scared of her fate. No, she
wanted
to be eaten. Licked. Bitten and plundered and sucked
and…

His lips touched hers, soft and feathery
light. The contrast to the dominance she’d been expecting made her
muscles tense even further. Then, with a soft moan, she melted
against him in a boneless shudder of need, knowing that the taste
of him was still on her tongue, something that didn’t seem to
bother him. Instantly, his mouth opened, and he kissed her with a
firm, suctioning pressure, moving to change angles every few
seconds without once breaking contact with her. And his
tongue…Lord, his tongue…he maneuvered it with such agility,
flicking at the seam of her lips before plunging inside her mouth
to rub sinuously against her own, strong and wet and outrageously
wonderful.

Too soon, he pulled away. When she tried to
follow, he shook his head and pressed his palms against her
shoulders to hold her back. For a crazy second, she fought against
his greater strength, her sole focus to get him to kiss her again.
He laughed, the sound so cocky and self-assured that it
automatically made her freeze.

He was laughing at her. Amused by her
neediness and wanton behavior. How could he —

“Stop it,” he snapped, making her confused
gaze jump to his. “Embarrassment is the last thing I want you to
feel. I love how you want me. How you want more. Believe me, I do,
too. But we need to settle a few things between us first,
Claire.”

Automatically, she resisted that idea. She
didn’t want to talk things out. Better that they just act. Be
carried away by their passion. She shook her head, silently
pleading with him to kiss her again.

“Yes,” he insisted. “Because I want to kiss
you. Hell, I want to fuck you, Claire. But I need to make very,
very sure that’s exactly what you want, too. Not because you’re
scared. Not because you think that’s the way to save my cover and
do the right thing. But because you want my dick between your
thighs and my mouth on your sweet pussy and my fingers up your ass
—”

“Stop,” she said, covering his mouth with
her fingers. Her hand shook even before he tossed his chin and
sucked her fingers into his mouth, caressing them with the slippery
glide of his lips and tongue, then using his teeth to nibble at
her.

She moaned again, the sound reminiscent of
someone on the verge of losing her sanity. That’s how she felt.
Like she was going crazy. She’d welcome the madness with open arms
if only he would do all the things he’d just described. As he
continued to suck on her fingers, his gaze bore into her,
expectant. Questioning.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. The mental chant started
soft, then grew louder, until she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Swallowing hard, she nodded. “I want you. Not because…because of
any of those things.”

Satisfaction flooded his expression. He
nipped at her thumb one last time before raising his head. “Then
why did you refuse to see me again?”

She glanced away at the unexpected question
and shrugged. “I told you. I was busy. I didn’t have time to get
involved.”

“I know what you told me. Now tell me the
real reason.”

Claire opened her mouth, afraid that if she
didn’t do as he said he’d never satisfy the aching hunger inside of
her. But no words came out. She could barely form a decent thought.
Besides, what could she say? That she’d stopped seeing him because
she was a perverted slut with one weird kink after another?

“Kink like getting turned on by watching a
gang of dangerous bikers fuck their way into oblivion?” he asked.
“Kink like wanting me so much you were willing to give me a blow
job in front of them?”

She jerked back, appalled by his questions.
She’d obviously spoken her thoughts out loud.

But there was no recrimination in his eyes,
only challenge. Something inside her wanted to cower and hide, but
the other part of her wouldn’t let her. What was the point? He
obviously knew things about her that no one else did. Things that
she’d never wanted him to know. The ease with which he’d gotten her
to reveal herself filled her with anger. Raising her chin, she
said, “Yes. That kind of kink.”