Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3) (19 page)

I kissed his hard
belly, hips, and strongly-muscled thighs. Every time I got close to
his cock he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“You’re teasing
me,” he said with a groan of frustration.

“Two can play at that
game,” I said. “Didn’t you know?”

“My mistake,” he
said, and let out a deep sigh. I was definitely doing something
right, even if it was driving him mad.

His skin tasted clean,
male, and unbelievably sexy. It was like licking pheromones off his
skin with every flick of my tongue.

I took him into my
mouth and slid my lips back and forth, taking as much of him as I
could manage. I sucked the tip, stopping to kiss his heavy,
smooth-skinned balls. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned. He pushed his
fingers through my hair and grabbed the back of my head. Pulling me
toward him, he drove himself forcefully into my mouth until I could
hardly breathe.

“God, you’re
incredible,” he muttered in a low, rumbling growl. “That feels so
fucking good.”

The more he liked it,
the more I didn’t want to stop. I held the wide base of his cock
and squeezed until he was like steel in my mouth.

“Does it make you wet
to suck me?” he asked.

I looked up at him. “It
excites me so much.”

“Give me a taste,”
he said. “Right now. Touch your pussy and feed it to me.”

His eyes seared into
mine, and I couldn’t look away. Still holding his cock, I slipped
my other hand between my legs and ran a finger through my juices. I
couldn’t repress a high little moan.

His big, strong hands
cupped my face. “Is your finger good and wet?”

“It’s drenched,”
I whispered.

“Make it wetter,”
he ordered. “Touch your clit. Rub it for me.”

I rubbed, and touched,
and covered my fingers with my own sticky warmth. I could hardly keep
my eyes open from the pleasure of my hand against my swollen clit.
“That’s good,” he said. “Now let me lap it up.”

I stood slowly and
offered him my juices. Opening his mouth, he sucked and licked my
fingers clean. “You’re incredible,” he said, holding my wrist
tightly. “I can’t get enough.”

Tongue slick with my
wetness, he licked his lips. “I could live on this,” he said. He
kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue and lips. “You’re
delicious, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t deny it.
“Yes.”

“Yes, you are. You’re
like candy, only sexier.”

Sliding his hand down
my thigh, he pulled out the strap of my garter and snapped it against
my skin. “You’re too damn hot in that,” he said. “I’m going
to have to bend you over right here.”

I liked the sound of
“have to.” He was clearly in charge, but I still had plenty of
power of my own.

Taking me by the arm,
he positioned me at the sink. “Get ready,” he said. “You’re
about to take a very big cock from behind.”

Watching him in the
mirror, I leaned my hands on the vanity and planted my feet apart.
His face contorted with raw, masculine lust. Jaw set, he grabbed me
firmly by the hips.

“On second thought,”
he said, “pretty as this picture is, it’s not quite right. Don’t
move a muscle.” He wrapped a towel around his waist and disappeared
into the bedroom.

When he let me go, it
felt like I’d lost part of myself. I couldn’t wait for him to
come back and claim me again. If he left me like this much longer,
I’d have to go after him. There was no way we weren’t finishing
what we started.

He returned with long
piece of red silk. “What’s that for?” I asked.

“You have to ask?”
I waited for him to smile or show some sign that this was all a
lighthearted game, but he didn’t. His mouth was pursed and his eyes
were glittering. “Hands behind your back,” he commanded.

“What if I refuse?”

“You won’t.”

I almost wanted to just
to see his response. So far I’d caved in to every demand, and he
wasn’t giving an inch. Unless you counted, well –

“Do what I asked,”
he said. “Now.”

I threaded my fingers
behind my back. He was not taking no for an answer.

“Now keep them
there.”

He walked around me in
a slow circle. I could feel his eyes sweeping over me, turning my
skin hot and my cheeks bright red. He’d been demanding before, but
this was something else.

How tightly would he
tie my wrists? If I knew Drex, he didn’t play around. I wouldn’t
escape until he was good and ready to let me go.

Suddenly I felt smooth,
cool silk slide over my eyes. Well, I’d be damned – he wasn’t
going to tie my wrists after all.

I slid my fingers apart
and raised them to my face.

“Did I tell you to
move your hands?” he barked.

“No,” I answered.

“Behind your back,
Jane.
Again
.”

Hm. There was something
very tempting about disappointing Drex. I could see why he’d been
so successful, and why so many women had gone wild for him. The
definition of
alpha male
was tying a good, strong knot behind my head so I couldn’t see what
he was about to do to me.

His touch was
unexpectedly gentle on my waist, sliding from hips to ribs and back
again. “Dangerous curves,” he muttered. “Absolutely deadly.”

“Better be careful,”
I whispered.

“Or what?”

“I told you what I
did to that trucker,” I said. “You figure it out.”

He spun me around and
crushed my mouth under his. I couldn’t remember my first kiss, but
I sure could remember my last, and it was so hot, wet, and sexy, I
was burning up.

“Fuck me,” I said
against his lips. “Please.”

“Wow. I think you
like that blindfold.”

“What gave you that
idea?”

“This.” He slid a
finger between my legs. I gasped and moaned. I couldn’t see what he
was doing, but sweet Jesus, could I feel it.

“Dead giveaway, huh?”
I said.

“Yup.”

He leaned me back
against the sink and raised my left knee. In a second he was inside
me, his whole length ripping into my pussy at once. He pushed a hand
between my legs and captured my clit between his fingers, thrusting
and stroking at the same time.

“Oh, God…”

Nothing else mattered
but that delectable burn of bliss. Touching me, not touching me –
no matter what he was doing, I was his.

“Drex,” I said, my
breath hitching.

It was all too fast. He
felt way too good, too soon. His rippling muscles, masculine scent,
and thick shaft were more than I could take. Only five rough strokes
and I’d already lost myself. A sharp tingle started at the nape of
my neck and spread to my toes, making me cry out and buck against
him. He was ruining me, tearing my control to shreds.

“I’m going to
come,” I whispered.

I felt his heartbeat
thundering as I clenched his broad arms. “I know you are, baby. I
know.”

I dug into his skin
with my newly-manicured nails and let the delicious flood of
sensation roll like pounding surf through my belly. “It’s too
much,” I whimpered. “Drex…”

“It’s okay,” he
said. “Let it happen. Feel it all.”

A tear trickled from
the corner of my eye as I gave in to every sensation. The world
disappeared. There was only us, my body and his, and the connection
that rocked me to my soul.

My muscles clenched and
released, and I locked my leg around his hips. His biceps were huge
and solid under my hands. My pleasure came out in short little
breaths, each one a testament to his God-given gifts as a lover.

“You like that?” he
whispered. “Does it feel good to come for me?”

“Incredible,” I
panted, my blood racing. “Please…” I didn’t know what I was
begging for, I just knew I wanted more.

And more what was I
got. He plunged into me, harder and faster with every stroke. A low,
animal growl tore from his throat. “This is what you do to me,”
he said. “You make my cock so big and hard.”

“I need your cock. I
can’t get enough of it.”

“And I love that, so
much I can’t hold back.” I felt his fingers on the knot of the
blindfold, and the silk fell away. “Look at me,” he said. “Watch
me fill you with my come.”

I let my eyes open, and
what I saw was the most amazing man I could imagine, gazing at me so
intently I felt transparent. He knew me. He knew everything about me,
even though I was still a mystery. He knew my body and my heart, and
both were his.

His eyelids flickered
and his breath stopped. He locked one arm tightly around me and held
my chin with the other. “Fucking beautiful,” he groaned, driving
into me.

I felt his hot come
pour into me, and my pussy receive it like a gift. We were one,
coming together and drowning in pleasure. Our open mouths joined just
as I moaned his name.

Sex did not get better
than this. Neither did life.

I had to hang onto
every moment and make it last. Never wanting to let him go, I
squeezed my arms around his neck. He pulsated inside me, hauling me
to him in a rib-crushing hug.

I no longer cared about
the party, or my dress, or anything but Drex’s skin against mine.
When I finally pulled back and looked at him, he was smiling.

“Wow,” he said, and
kissed the tip of my nose. “Just…wow.”

I blew out a long
breath that ended in a giggle. “I think we’re late.”

“Being a no-show at
Scott’s party sounds nice right now, doesn’t it?” He looked in
the mirror over my shoulder and grimaced. “Total bed hair, and I
wasn’t even in bed.”

“How can I go to a
party?” I said. “I’m not sure my legs will hold me up.”

“I could carry you
all night.”

“Now, that I’d love
to see.”

“In that case…”
With one swift, sweeping motion, he lifted me into his arms.

I squealed and laughed.
“Does this mean we’re going?”

“That’s up to my
lovely date to decide.”

“Hm,” I said,
lightly swinging my stilettoed feet. “I do have a pretty dress to
wear.”

“That’s right,”
he said, carrying me into the bedroom. “Can’t forget that.”

“Ruby went to a lot
of trouble. I don’t want to let her down.”

“That settles it
then.” He set me on my feet by the bed. On top of the duvet lay my
dress, sparkling like obsidian in the early evening light.

“So there’s the
infamous dress,” he said.

“There it is. And the
jewelry to go with it.”

An opal, diamond, and
rose gold necklace and matching earrings gleamed on the nightstand
under the lamplight. “I said no,” I told him. “Ruby insisted.”

“That’s why she’s
my assistant,” he said, walking naked to the master closet. “Now
get gorgeous and let’s go. I’ve got a hot date to show off.”

It was my second time
in a black Town Car that day. Only this time, instead of being
excited to shop and socialize, I was nervous. As in
heart-in-my-throat, need-a-stiff-drink-immediately nervous.

“We need a story,”
I told Drex. “I need a believable last name and a reason to be on
your arm.”

He rubbed my knee
through my dress. “The reason is, you’re brilliant and
beautiful.”

“Those are two
reasons.”

“Then we’ve got our
bases covered. As for your last name, how about something simple and
forgettable? Like Morgan.”

I turned it over in my
mind. “I guess that will do. And if anyone wants to know more than
that?”

“Turn it around,”
he said. “Start asking questions. One thing I can say about the
Marshalls and their friends is that they love talking about
themselves. Give them the opportunity and they’ll run with it until
they’re showing you vacation pictures from the nineties.”

“Questions I can do,”
I said. “My autobiography, not so much.”

He turned in the seat
to face me. That grin, those eyes, that tux. Kill me now. “Don’t
worry, Blue Eyes,” he said. “The way you look tonight? Nobody
would care if you were visiting from outer space.”

“I guess we can’t
rule that out.” Eyes locked, we smiled at each other. Warmth
bloomed in my chest. If he was trying to help me relax, he was doing
a very good job.

“Brooke’s harmless,
by the way,” he said. “She might be a little put out when she
meets you, but you’re much too nice to hate.”

“I don’t think nice
figures into it where women are concerned.”

“Don’t worry.
You’ll probably be best friends in twenty minutes.” He paused,
his eyes squinting up. “Well, maybe not
best
friends, but…”

“If anyone’s best
friend material, it’s Ruby,” I said. “I don’t know where you
found her, but she’s great. Energetic, amazing attitude, funny…”

“And an amateur
champion pool player when she was a teenager. Did she tell you? I met
her when she played in a charity competition that my company hosted.
She’s better than most guys I know.”

It was pretty easy to
imagine Ruby beating the pants off of any man with a pool cue. “She
didn’t say a word. I guess she was more interested in finding me a
dress than talking about her accomplishments.”

“That’s why she’s
an amazing assistant,” Drex said. “Though she won’t be one for
long. She’ll have Brooke’s job in a few years if I have anything
to say about it. And I do.”

“What about Brooke?”
I asked. “Doesn’t her father want her to stay with your company?”

“That’s something
else we’ll negotiate during the next round of investment. And
that’s coming up soon.” His mouth tensed and I saw a flash of
concern in his eyes. Though he rarely talked about himself, he had an
important and successful life. It just got lost in all of the
discussion about me.

“Do you need Scott as
an investor?” I asked.

“Right now, yes, but
I’d like that to change. We’re growing so fast that the company
should appeal to investors who don’t need so much involvement.”

We drove down a long
brick driveway to a white, plantation-style home with three columns
on either side of the front door. The Marshall house was not a house
at all, but a lavish estate. It was surrounded by ancient trees with
branches so long, some reached the ground.