Mister Black: A Billionaire SEAL Story, Part 1 (In the Shadows) (9 page)

He catches me when I crumple, lifting me into his arms. Cradling me to his chest, he presses a kiss to my forehead, then carries me out of the library and down the hall in determined strides. His hold on me is fiercely tight as we enter another room, this one darker than the library, quieter.

A bedroom.

My body is still clenching and thrumming from the aftereffects of my climax as he lays me on the bed. He tugs my first boot off, then the second. His movements are swift, purposeful, like nothing will stop the gale force about to rush over me.

Thunder booms outside, punctuating his actions, and I welcome every bit of his primitive fury. Bending forward, he surprises me when he slowly runs the tips of his fingers high along my leg before he begins to slide my thigh-high hose off. With each section of skin he exposes, he pauses to press a kiss, first, to my inner thigh, then the inside of my knee, and finally along the sensitive side of my ankle.

Moving to my other leg, his fingers brush much higher on my thigh, causing my breathing to stall. As he makes his way down my leg, he applies light kisses in slightly different areas before removing the second hose completely. My body’s clenching in renewed arousal by the time he’s done.

Straightening, he takes off his bow and quiver, then his belt and shirt. His breathing saws in and out as he stares down at me for a beat before removing his mask. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one affected by his attentive removal of my hose.

The outline of his broad shoulders and hard, fit body make me want to explore every dip and hollow with my tongue. I’m sad that it’s too dark to see more than bits of light play on his face from trees moving in the wind outside, but that means he can’t really see mine either.

I reach up and remove my mask. I want to kiss him without it in the way. I don’t want anything between us. We’ll just hide in the shadows instead.

“Your name,” he says, his tone demanding compliance.

I pull my dress over my head, tossing it to him.

My answer.

He crushes the material in a tight fist, then drops it to the floor. Reaching for my ankles, he encircles them, fingers flexing on my skin. Distant lightning flashes, briefly highlighting the top half of his face. The room goes dark again, and all I can picture is the near feral look in his amazing eyes as he tugs me toward him with a powerful jerk, his tone gravelly and full of want. “Then I’ll just call you
Mine
.”

When he runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, pressing them to the bed with a quiet order, “Keep them here,” I comply, eager anticipation curling in my belly. I’m exposed, but he’s already seen the ugliest side of me. When I was raw and at my weakest. He just doesn’t know it.

He slowly runs his nose up my wet panties, groaning low in his throat. I swallow as he inhales, then lets out a dark growl of pleasure. “Your scent is driving me insane.”

He doesn’t touch me where I want him to though. Instead he runs his tongue along the edge of my underwear, the erotic sensation of his warmth so close but not hitting where I need him to puts me just shy of wanting to scream.

I start to touch his dark hair, to direct him where I want him to go, but he jerks his head up and shakes it. “Keep your hands on the bed if you want me to make you come.”

Gritting my teeth, I clutch the soft bedcovers underneath me, regretting that I can’t dig my fingers into the thick, silky mass.
Is it as soft as it looks? What does it smell like?

He grunts his approval, then presses his thumbs on either side of my entrance, opening my lips wider. I moan as he tugs my underwear slightly, pulling the cloth inside me. The brief brush against my clit makes me throb.

Then he runs his tongue along the sensitive skin he’s exposed, so close but still not touching me. “You’re not hitting the right spot,” I say, my body clenching, needing friction.

He chuckles and slides his hands under my butt. “Is this what you want?” The feel of his tongue flattened along my underwear, lapping all the way up, makes my hips buck.

“You’re so sweet,” he murmurs, pressing his nose inside me and inhaling through my wet panties like he can’t get enough.

His act is so primal and arousing, my insides flex, desire pulsating. “Then taste me, damn it!” I demand, sounding frantic…desperate for him.

He slides his tongue past the underwear, flicking it briefly inside me. I roll my hips and gasp.

“Say you’re mine,” he rumbles.

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m already his. “I’m yours.”

Letting out a deep sound of masculine satisfaction, he pulls back slightly then rips my underwear right off my body. I don’t care. My hips are moving on their own at this point.

When he puts my underwear in his mouth and sucks and groans, while his eyes bore into me, I want to rip that damned material from his lips. Jealous, I’m nearly delirious with the need to feel his mouth on
me
. Belatedly I realize I’m blubbering for him to taste me, damn it.
What is he doing to me? I can’t even think straight.

“I’m going to,” he promises. Dropping my panties on the floor, he bends down and runs his warm tongue across my slit and all the way up.

The second he latches onto my clit, I scream out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.

He growls low in his throat and grips my ass, delving his tongue deep inside. When I try to wrap my legs around his neck, to pull him closer, he stops and lifts his head. “Down on the bed.”

“But—”

A dark eyebrow arches. “Did you give yourself to me?”

When I swallow reflexively, then nod, a darkly seductive smile tilts his lips. “Then take what I give and trust me.”

I do trust him, so I sigh and let my legs fall back to the bed in complete surrender.

As soon as I yield in his hands, he swipes his tongue inside me again, then swallows and goes back for more, groaning his approval against my body, “Fucking hell, you taste better the more aroused you get. I could dine on your sweet pussy all night long.”

My heart rate rockets. I whimper and try to push closer, needing more.

“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.

I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”

He adds another finger, then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “Damn, you’re tight as hell.”

“No surprise there,” I mutter with a half laugh. When he suddenly stops moving and lifts his head to stare at me, I tense. “What?”

“Are you…is this your first time?”

I bite my lip and nod, wanting him to know I’d chosen him on purpose.

Apparently that was the wrong response, because he abruptly withdraws his fingers and stands up at the end of the bed, jamming shaky hands through his hair.

“What the fuck?” Pacing a couple of times, he halts and growls toward the ceiling, “Why would you do that?”

He sounds so angry, his mood so mercurial, I scoot back on the bed, resting my back against the pillows. “I’d hoped my enthusiasm would override my lack of experience. I guess that’s not the case.”

Facing me, his hands fist by his sides. “You should be with someone else. I don’t deserve this.”

“It was my offer to make,” I say, his words twisting my heart.

He shakes his head in fast jerks. “Not to me.”

It’s like he believes he’s undeserving. That can’t be further from the truth. “I want
you
.”
It’s always been you.

“Why?”

His voice is full of angst and banked desire, so I answer him honestly, throwing his words from earlier back at him. “You stand out. There’s definitely something about you.”

He sits down on the bed, sliding his thumb across my ankle, as if he can’t
not
touch me. “I want you so bad my balls ache, but your first time should be with someone who—”

“Knows how to make me scream?” I interrupt. “A man who knows every erogenous zone on the female body and exactly how to get me off? Why
wouldn’t
I want that for my first time? I might be a virgin, but I’m far from innocent, Sebastian.”
Trust me, I’m as undeserving as you think you are, but I can’t help but wish for more anyway.

His thumb slows on my ankle, his fingers curling around the arch of my foot. “I can make it memorable.”

My heart trips, hope filling my chest, making my pulse race all over again. “Are you going to finish what you started?”

“Say it again,” he says, moving his hand up my foot, pressing his thumb along the arch.

My blood rushes in my ears. I’m afraid to move. Afraid to breathe. “What do you want me to say?”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Sebastian. All yours.”

Snarling his agreement, he grips my foot and slides me across the bed with one powerful tug until we’re nose to nose. “Your name…” he begins. Wrapping my leg around his hip, he slides his hand all the way up my thigh, gripping me in a possessive hold. “If I’m going to be your first, the least you can do is tell me that.”

Our breaths take over each other. Both of us pant with need, sexual tension arcing between us in invisible bolts of electricity. “I’m Red.”

His mouth thins, frustration emanating from his stiffening shoulders.

I cup his jaw, smoothing the ticking muscle there. “And you’re Black. Together we’re passion. You were right about that—”

He claims my mouth, the press of his lips cutting off my words. Fingers spear through my hair, holding me tight, as if he’s afraid I’ll try to escape.

I curl my leg tighter around him, pulling myself into his lap, but he quickly changes our position, his muscular chest pressing me back against the bed.

While he kisses me senseless, his hands are everywhere, cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips under him.

“You are so beautiful,” he rasps against my mouth. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head, holding my wrists with one hand.

While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and dips his head to capture one of my jutting nipples in his mouth.

I gasp and writhe under him, needing more.

He moves to my other breast, sucking a bit harder, jacking my arousal.

“Your pants,” I say breathlessly, bucking underneath him. “Take them off.”

He lets out a restrained chuckle. “You’re a live wire. Let me build your desire.” Bending close to my ear, his voice is velvet sliding across my skin. “It’ll be worth it, Little Red. I promise. I’m going to release your hands, but I want you to keep them above your head. Don’t touch me.”

I try to keep my hands where he leaves them, but the second he rubs his thumbs along the sides of my breasts, I quickly grip his shoulders, breathing out, “I want to touch you. Every part of you.”

Jerking a heated gaze to mine, his shadowed expression intensifies, his nostrils flaring. He exhales harshly, “Not yet.”

When I don’t immediately remove my hands, he backs up. I’m surprised to see a pleased smile curve his lips just before he turns away to grab something from the floor.

“Scoot back some,” he commands, setting his knee on the bed.

I eye the soft leather strap in his hand, recognizing his belt from his costume. My heart trips, but I do as he asks.

“Raise your hands above your head.”

When I don’t immediately obey, he lays the strap across my breasts, then slowly slides the material across my nipples, turning it so the rougher edge trails along the sensitized tips. I suck in a breath, then narrow my gaze. “I won’t be tied.”

“You’ve proven you have no will power,” he says on an arrogant purr.

When I snap my chin up, ready to deny his statement, he cuts me off, his tone calmly even. “Do I have to tell you again?” But it’s his eyes that make my breath whoosh out in an excited huff. There’s nothing laidback about the light and dark orbs staring back at me. They’re pinning me to the bed already, mimicking the tension in his shoulders. He’s a panther, waiting to strike if I dare defy him.

And I so want to be devoured, so I lift my arms.

Grunting his approval, he crawls over me and quickly wraps my wrists, tying them to the wooden slats on the headboard behind me.

Not about to be completely overruled, before he moves away, I press my lips to the hard muscle along his inner thigh.

He inhales a quick breath, then shifts with lightning speed, his hands capturing my jaw. Crouched over me, he tugs me half off the bed, his big body surrounding me in steely muscle and dominant magnetism as he captures my lips in a devouring kiss.

My chest wedged between his corded thighs, I feel every bit of his hard heat. I kiss him back with just as much feverish passion until I’m shaking with longing all over again.

He breaks our kiss and rests his forehead to mine. Our breaths commingling, hearts pounding, I tug on the belt binding me. “Are you sure you want my hands tied? I can think of at least one place I want to wrap my fingers around.”

“Minx,” he rasps, biting my bottom lip before he releases me to slide down my body.

I nurse my swollen bottom lip between my teeth and watch his hands glide over my skin, my breathing hitching in anticipation. When he pinches my nipples once more, I arch my back and moan at the arousing sensations building inside me. With a dark smile, he prowls back up my body and tilts my chin. As he alternately licks and nips his way down my neck, along my chest, then past my navel, I start to quiver all over, I want him between my legs so bad.

Once his warm mouth finally hovers over my sex, I keen, but force myself to still. My body bowed tight, back arched, I wait for him to connect where I want him most. The second he grabs my hips in a possessive hold and latches onto my clit, sucking hard, I let out a shuddering, hissing breath and rock my hips against his delicious onslaught.

“Like that, do you?” he teases, burying two fingers inside me.

Tears streak down my temples. I moan, my body taut and vibrating its need for release. His masculine scent lingers in my nose. I inhale deeply, trying to draw every part of him in as he masterfully slides his fingers in and out of my body. “I’m going to hurt you if I don’t prime you first. Understand?”