Play With Me (10 page)

“Sorry.” She swallowed back a nervous giggle.

“I’m counting…
twenty pairs
of shoes?” His eyebrow lifted. “You brought twenty pairs of shoes for camp?”

“I love my shoes,” she said defensively.

His lips twitched. “I can see that you do.”
 

Damn. That smile. She looked away. “Umm, do you want something to drink?” She started for the mini bar but Silver pulled her back, closing the distance between them. A hand lifted her hair off her back, placing it over one shoulder. A second later, she shivered in acute awareness when he started nibbling on her ear.

“You know what I want.”

Shiiiiiiiiiver.

Before she could even think how to answer that, Silver was speaking again. “Are you on the Pill?”

The question had her closing her eyes. If she answered that, she was as good as saying yes to what would happen next, wasn’t she?

“Wyndham?”

“F-four years now. For my period.”

“Good.”

The sound of their breathing filled the room as his lips moved down, caressing her neck and then moving further down, his mouth tracing a wet, warm path on the line of her shoulder.
 

Lace swallowed when she felt Silver’s fingers drifting on her back, resting at the handle of the zipper. His voice was pure silvery seduction as he murmured, “I’ve dreamt of this so many damn nights, little lamb.”

“Y-You did?” She couldn’t help stiffening as she felt Silver pulling the zipper down.

Ziiiiiiiiip.

“Sometimes, I’d need to take three cold showers in one night.”
 

Silver’s fingers were on the straps now, pushing them down her arms, making her head spin at the way things were progressing.
Any second now
, she thought dazedly. Any moment now she would be—

The dress slowly fell in a pool around her feet.
 

Lace’s fists clenched. She was down to her underwear now, and she couldn’t remember feeling this exposed before. She stiffened when she felt Silver unclip her bra, and she stiffened even more when she felt him slowly pulling the lacy piece away from her breasts. The bra fell to the floor as Silver admitted grittily, “Sometimes, I wouldn’t be able to help it…”

Her knees started to weaken when she felt his arms going around her from behind. “Help…
what
?” She couldn’t help gasping the last word out, for it was at that same moment Silver had cupped her breasts.
 

Her flesh swelled at his touch, and as her nipples puckered to life, Silver said roughly, “
This.
I’d imagine touching you like this while I held my cock—”

Oh.
Her body jerked at his words, jerking again when he suddenly spun her around and she found herself being devoured by his bright blue eyes.

“I’d imagine kissing you like this while I stroked myself…” She moaned as Silver squeezed her breasts hard, and another moan escaped her when Silver bent his head down and closed his lips over one straining nipple. He sucked slowly at first, but soon he was drawing her nipple more tightly into his mouth, his tongue moving fast and hard. The pleasure was too much and her buckling knees gave way, forcing Lace to clutch his shoulders.

Her touch acted like a cue, and the next moment, Silver was sweeping her up in his arms again, carrying her to the bed. Their gazes clashed as he laid her on the bed, and she couldn’t stop staring at him as he pulled away and started to strip.

He was so, so, so beautiful, and more so when he was naked. Again, her mind threatened to give up, her heart in danger of collapsing as she saw more of Silver’s nude body.
 

His hat fell to the floor first, followed by his shirt, belt, jeans, and then—

Lace instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts when Silver stepped out of his black boxers. Silver noticed, and it made him chuckle even as he teased slyly, “Frightened, little lamb?”

“Of course not.” But her arms over her chest tightened even more. She didn’t know why she felt like covering herself. She just did, the moment she saw Silver’s enormous erection. She was sure it would fit. She had heard enough sexcapade stories from her boys – even way back in high school – to understand that the bigger it was, the better it would feel.

But even so…

Surely that much cock would hurt like hell first?

But even if it did, it was too late now.

Silver was on the bed with her, looming over Lace and looking at her like he owned her.

And he did.

Because she…hated him.

Fully clothed, Silver March was already a seductively powerful force to be reckoned with, but naked? He was intimidatingly, overwhelmingly, irritatingly perfect. If this perfect man wanted her, well, who was she to resist?

When Silver gently removed her arms over her chest, she didn’t protest. It was as if her wanton twin had finally woken up and taken complete control of her body. Now, all she could think of was doing what Silver March wanted. She was just sure that whatever he wanted was what she wanted, too.
 

His eyes were traveling slowly down her body, starting from head to toe, making her blush from top to bottom as well. “So...damn…sexy…” A low, painful rasp before Silver was nudging her legs apart, settling his hard and heavy body between her thighs just before his mouth was back on her breasts again. She couldn’t stop herself from clutching his head as he lavished her nipples with attention, one by one, and she couldn’t stop gasping and writhing when he raised her up and moved to kiss his way down her belly. Down, down, down until the most secret part of hers was directly in front of him.

Oh God, the way he stared. It made her restless, made her feel hotter outside and wetter inside. “
March…”
His name slipped out of her, a plea for something Lace instinctively knew only he could give.

“I hope you don’t mind, Wyndham…”

Rip.

She shuddered in shock. Had he just ripped her panties away? Silver March, the most sophisticated man she ever knew. He actually did that?

But there was no time to think about it, no time to do anything else but arch off the bed with a moan, the way he was suddenly licking her folds. She screamed, moaned, and whimpered, wondering if it was really possible to withstand this much pleasure. His tongue was a monster, the way it claimed every inch of her, its strokes so thorough and sure that she could feel her folds swelling at the attention.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Silver growled.

“
I’m…yours.”
 
She couldn’t even think of denying the truth, her head tossing against the pillow at the way his tongue kept torturing her flesh.
 

“Tell me you want me to take you.”

His tongue thrust inside her as he spoke the words, and her eyes squeezed shut at the sheer pleasure of it. As he began fucking her with his tongue, she gasped, “Want…you…to…take…
meeeee—”

The last word turned into a scream, Silver claiming her womanhood in yet another way. After his tongue came his finger, his long, sure finger, and it turned her upside down as it thrust in and out of her body. Her insides contracted and expanded, trying to get used to being penetrated. She started to sob, the way her insides were tightening around his finger arousing her to new heights.

She didn’t think she could survive this to the end. That wasn’t possible.

A silvery chuckle caressed her skin. “You’re my woman. You can and you
will
take it. Everything I give you, you’ll take because you’re mine.”

And he proved it right after, his lips closing over her clit just as he pushed a second finger inside of her.

Something burst out of her, pushing the floodgates open, and then her body was jerking. She was coming, coming so hard it left her gasping, her eyes rolling back and her body twisting up, simultaneously trying to get away and moving closer to Silver’s mouth on her clit.

On and on it went, wracking her body with deep shudders. But just when she thought it was over and she could start breathing again, she felt Silver starting to move. Her eyes flew open. “No—”

“
Yes.
” He was bracing himself up with one arm against the bed, and when she looked down, she saw him holding his cock, guiding it to the flesh between her legs.

Her stunned gaze darted back to Silver’s face. “No!” She couldn’t possibly. Not again—

“Trust me.” A command, spoken by the one she…hated, and because of that, she forced herself to relax. Forced herself to swallow back every protest.

She waited tensely for his next move, expecting him to thrust into her with one great push. But instead—

Oh.

He was stroking her wet, swollen folds with his cock. His beautiful face was hard and strained with need, giving her an inkling of just how much he was controlling himself, forcing himself not to take her.
 

She started to speak, but the words were stuck in her throat when she felt it.

The head of his cock brushing against her clit, roughly and at the perfect angle, making her stiffen in renewed shock.

Again and again, his cock glided against her folds, its head pressing against that swollen nub of flesh with each thrust. Her eyes closed, her head falling back against the pillow as she felt her body slowly stirring into awareness.

Over her, she heard Silver release a low laugh, but she couldn’t make herself care. How could she when she was too busy fighting off new and strange urges inside her, all of them brought to the open by Silver’s cock moving against her folds?

“Do you want more, Wyndham?” Silver ground his hips against hers as he asked, his cock bearing down on her flesh.
 

The weight of his cock pressing down against her aching core was shockingly hot, the pleasure even better than everything that she had experienced earlier on. When Lace felt him lifting his hips off, she reacted unthinkingly. “No!” Her fingers clutched his butt, pulling him back down.

He laughed, she glared, but even so she didn’t let go of the hard cheeks of his butt, her body already addicted to the heavy, throbbing feel of his cock against her womanhood.

“Tell me you want more.” His eyes locked with hers as he began a rhythm that had her clinging to him more tightly.
Slide. Grind. Press.
Over and over, until her head was spinning and she was running out of breath just by feeling.
 

Even so, she managed to shake her head. Asshole was getting too cocky. No way in hell would she—

The head of his cock slipped inside her.

A fraction, the smallest penetration.

But oh God, how it rocked her world.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, confusion causing her to turn to him, her eyes unconsciously pleading.
What was happening?

His jaw hardened, muscles in his arms tensing. “You want me to fuck you.” Every word was bitten out between clenched teeth. “That’s what your body’s saying.” He reached down between their bodies. One stroke on her clit and she started seeing stars, her flesh stretching, and another inch of his cock slipping in—

A long, desire-crazed moan burst out of her. She wanted more, oh God, she wanted more—

“
Wyndham.”
 

Slowly, she raised her gaze to his.

“Last chance to say no, little lamb. Will you be mine or not?”

Oh God, that he would even give her a choice now, even when he was looking like it would kill him to stop. He really was…

Too. Irritatingly. Perfect.

“I…hate…you.” Grasping his rock-hard bottom for balance, she lifted her hips and impaled herself on his cock.
 

That one thrust had the entire length sinking all the way into her, breaking through the barrier of her virginity. It was painful, beyond what she imagined. Over her, she heard Silver cursing but she paid him no heed. Was it really supposed to be this painful?

She let her eyes drift open when she felt his knuckles grazing her cheek.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Wyndham.” But his voice was ragged and tender.

She managed a smile despite the pain. “Right now…I’m not going to argue.”