Copping To It (5 page)

The kind of kink she wanted more of. Even
now. Despite the fact she’d never particularly cared for the act
before, she wanted to be sucking his delicious length and cupping
his balls and rejoicing in her ability to make him gasp with
desire.

“Good thing you got out when you did,
right?” she said lamely, the silence making her feel like shuffling
her feet.

“Oh, I’m not out. To the contrary, I’m very
much in. And soon I’ll be inside you, with the film to prove it.
Does that excite you, Claire?”

Her gaze automatically flickered to the
video camera.

Ty grinned wickedly. “I didn’t get the
impression you wanted others watching us when we fucked, but I
think you like the idea of being videotaped when I get inside you,
don’t you, Claire?” he whispered, the sound like a velvet-covered
glove caressing every erogenous zone of her body.

She shuddered as she imagined him doing all
kinds of things to her while the tape rolled. It would capture her
every movement. Every bit of detail as he thrust into her or sucked
her between her thighs. It would capture her giving him head, once
again getting his mouthwatering length inside of her mouth and
driving him wild until she swallowed his seed down her throat.

Warm fingers cupped her pussy through her
slacks, making her eyes round and her body jerk up to her tiptoes
before she even realized what was happening. “Ty!” she gasped. His
eyes blazed into hers for one searing second before she cried out
and buried her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Her
effort to hide from him backfired as the darkness forced her to
concentrate on his touch and the flames it spread across her
skin.

“That’s right. Ty,” he crooned in her ear as
he massaged her in a slow circular motion that made her want to
bite her lip to stop herself from screaming with pleasure. “I’m the
one doing this to you, not some imaginary, faceless man you picked
up at a bar then kicked out the door. Shit, the look on your face
just now as you imagined… What were you imagining, anyway? What was
I doing to you to put that look of pure pleasure on your face?”

When she remained silent, he pressed harder
against her, rooting for her clit through the fabric of her pants
and pinching it between his fingers. She wailed softly and threw
her arms around him as she arched her body up, instinctively
seeking more. Seeking release.

She hadn’t had an orgasm since before she’d
dated Ty. She’d tried. She’d done everything she could think of to
get herself off, but it was as if her body was rebelling against
her, refusing to peak for anyone’s touch but Ty’s now that she’d
experienced it.

“Tell me,” he said. Slowly, he unbuttoned
her slacks and rubbed at the baby soft skin he uncovered, just
above her underwear. “God you’re so soft. So sweet.”

Entranced, she pulled back to see his hand
dip inside the front of her pants. Against her pale skin, his
fingers were long and tan and masculine. The sight was hypnotizing,
and she held her breath as just his fingertips inched down to
ruffle her pubic hair. He didn’t go any further, however, and she
knew he was waiting for her answer.

“I—I was thinking of lots of things,” she
forced out, her gaze trained on those fingers and unable to resist
the temptation of his touch on the most vulnerable, intimate part
of her. “But mostly I was thinking of sucking you off again.”

As if to reward her for her confession, he
speared one finger lower and slicked it against her wet cleft, then
circled the digit around her clit. She closed her eyes and gasped.
“Yes. Please. More. I want more.”

“You liked sucking my dick?” he
murmured.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. That’s good. ‘Cause I loved it. I
want you to do it again. But first…”

A second finger joined the first, mimicking
the prior movement. Then, with no warning, he curled his wrist and
instantly plunged his two thick fingers inside her.

Her knees wobbled. “Oh. God.”

“That feel good?”

“Too good. We shouldn’t be… This isn’t
right…” Her eyes fluttered and shut even as she tried to fight
herself and him, certain that once this was over, he’d remember
what they’d done and think poorly of her. She didn’t want to face
that. She could face the recriminations of others, but somehow, to
know Ty thought badly of her—she couldn’t bear it.

“If this is what it takes to get you to
admit what you need from me, I can’t think of anything more right.”
He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, and she clenched her
muscles in an effort to keep him inside her. He plunged them back
into her, hard. Repeated the thrust and retreat several times until
the pressure built inside her and she was straining for release.
Yes, yes. Just a little harder. It was right there. So close…

“No. Not yet,” he said before slipping away
from her, this time all the way.

Her eyes shot open in disbelief. “Yes. Now.
I want it,” she gasped.

But he didn’t relent. Instead, he raised his
fingers and painted her lips with the slickness and scent of her
own arousal. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need, Claire.
Right here. Right now. I’m going to fuck you hard while you think
about the fact that everyone outside this room knows exactly what
we’re doing and that maybe I’m going to let them watch that tape to
make sure I did you nice and good. And you’re going to get off on
that, aren’t you? You’re going to come hard like the bad little
girl you are.”

She’d listened to his words as if in a daze.
Up until he’d called her a bad girl. The same way Derek had just
before he’d hurt her. Even though she knew Ty would never do that,
it somehow jolted her out of her fantasy and straight back into
reality. She pulled away from him and shook her head. Reaching
down, she struggled to zip up her pants. “No,” she protested. “I’m
not bad. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m a good person and
—“

Ty grabbed her wrists and pushed until she
was backed up against a wall. He pulled her hands over her head and
pinned her wrists there. “I’m not letting you back out of this,” he
said, his voice grim. “You said you wanted me, and now you’re going
to have me, Claire. You’re going to take every thick inch of me
inside of you, and you’re going to love it, you understand? You
know how crammed full of me your mouth was? Your pussy is going to
feel even more stuffed. You’re going to think I won’t fit, but I
will. It’ll be tight, but once I’m in there, I’m going to be there
for a long time.”

She looked at him, stunned silent with
shock. His face was set into grim lines, making him look like a
stranger. A stranger who would force himself inside her without
another thought. A stranger who
would
hurt her.

But she knew that couldn’t be right. Ty
wouldn’t force her no matter what he said. Would he?

Uncertainty and fear flashed through her,
and for once it didn’t turn her on. But then she saw the way he was
studying her. Saw the way he held his groin carefully away from her
instead of grinding it against her to emphasize his dominance and
control.

He was doing it deliberately, she realized.
Acting the he-man to turn her on. To force her to understand he
would give her everything and anything she needed so she’d accept
the pleasure he could give her. He was playing a sex game because
it was what he thought she wanted. And sure enough, he was
right.

The question was, was she going to go with
it, or was she going to back off?

As if reading her mind, his features
softened, and he was once again the Ty she knew. “This is it,
Claire. This is your chance to be both good girl and bad, and know
that I want both of them equally. So what’s it going to be?”

She wanted to take a leap of faith. To
believe that he saw everything she was and wasn’t turned off by it.
Her gaze lowered, and she saw the heavy swell of him beneath his
pants. No, he wasn’t turned off.

“What was it you said at the end there?” she
said, voice trembling.

He narrowed his eyes. “I said you’re going
to take very inch of me and love it. Now, answer me. You going to
take what I have to give you?”

She gathered her courage. Licked her lips.
Then said the words that were fighting to escape her lips and had
been ever since she’d first met him.

With a sigh, she gave in. She raised her
chin and, not looking away from him, said, “Make me.”

***

Ty took Claire’s words for exactly what they
were — both a surrender and a challenge. Briefly, he closed his
eyes, thankful that the risk he’d taken had worked. The last thing
he’d wanted was to truly scare her, but he’d been frantic when
she’d retreated again. He’d known that if she didn’t face him and
her own desires now, when the situation was weird enough to throw
her off and allow her to excuse her behavior, she might never do
so. For that reason, he’d been willing to push her.

Her response proved she was the strong woman
he knew her to be, and he wasn’t about to let her change her mind
again by dawdling.

Growling low in his throat, he swept her up
in his arms, and said, “I’ll make you scream with pleasure. That I
promise you.”

She sucked in a breath and looked ready to
swoon. Imagining her as a helpless maiden and him as a plundering
pirate nearly made him smile, but smiling was beyond him at the
moment. He was caught in the web of his desire for her, and he had
no intention of trying to escape. He was exactly where he wanted to
be and so was she.

Thank God.

Instead of taking her to the bed, he took
her to the lone, straight-backed chair in the corner of the room.
Swiftly, he lowered himself into the seat, then arranged her legs
so she was straddling him with her breasts brushing against his
chest. Dipping his head, he caught her mouth with his and kissed
her as if he was starving, she was the last piece of sustenance
left on earth, and someone was threatening to snatch her away at
any moment. It took awhile, but eventually he began to calm. He
registered the way her tongue and lips responded without a hint of
reluctance, and the way she was grinding her core against the
painfully hard swell of his cock. He also heard the way she chanted
his name in a litany of need, and he was certain she didn’t even
realize what she was saying.

“Ty. Ty. I want you so much. Take me,
please. Make me yours. Fuck me.”

God, she was driving him crazy. Frantically,
he struggled to pull her pants down and off her while she strained
to do the same to his. He ripped his shirt pulling it over his
head. Simultaneously, they kicked off their pants and before he
knew it, before he even understood what he was going to do, he
gripped her hips, positioned her over him, and pulled her down onto
his cock. He only penetrated her about half-way, but it was enough
to make her scream in obvious pleasure.

Immediately, she lifted up, dragging his
dick against her clenching muscles until he was almost free. Again,
he pulled her down, at the same time thrusting his hips upwards so
that he plunged more of himself inside her. Again, she screamed.
Again, she fought to lift off him.

“Take all of me,” he gritted out just before
he pulled her down again. Aided by the slickness and warmth of her
natural lube, he entered her fully, his entire length plunging
inside her. Sucking in breaths of air, he forced himself to go
completely still, using his grip on her hips to ensure she did the
same.

Claire was trembling, her thighs clasping
his sides tightly, her head thrown back like a daisy wilting on its
stem. Their breaths commingled, the harsh sounds matching the
thundering of his pulse. As if to confirm she was as out-of-control
as he was, he leaned forward, dragged his tongue across her
collarbone and throat, then suckled the area where her own pulse
fluttered uncontrollably. The urge to mark her slammed into him,
and he gave into it, increasing the pressure of his mouth then
pulling back to examine the redness he’d caused.

He shook his head. “Shit, I didn’t even
remove your shirt. That won’t work. Take it off.”

Slowly, she lifted her head and opened her
eyes. She looked dazed. Uncomprehending. She tried to wriggle her
hips, but he tightened his grip, controlling her movements so she
couldn’t ease the ache of need building inside her.

“Give me your breasts, Claire. Now.”

She complied, pulling her shirt off before
unhooking the front clasp of her bra. He didn’t even give her the
time to pull the lacey fabric away before he dove in and captured
her left nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard, he drew on her again
and again before switching to her other breast. To his amazement,
as soon as he abandoned the first, she raised her hand and pinched
the damp bud herself, making him groan in admiration.

“You are so fucking hot. You make me want to
lose control and just go at you like a wild man.”

“What’s holding you back?” she breathed.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’ll hurt me if you hold back.”

He could tell she meant it, but he wasn’t
going to let her goad him into losing control. Now that he was
inside her, he was going to do things right. He was going to make
her feel so damn good, she’d never think of running from him again.
He didn’t care how embarrassed her own needs made her — he would
make sure she confessed every single one of them until she had
nothing left to hide. Then he’d help her discover a few more needs
that she wasn’t even aware of.

Standing, Ty cupped her ass to hold her
against him. He backed her up until he could brace her against a
wall. His whispered “hold on tight” was the only warning he gave
her. Then he began pistoning his hips steadily, firmly, not moving
slowly but not hurrying either. He made sure she felt every inch of
his cock going into her and every inch coming out.