Pleasure's Edge (15 page)

Even though a part of her was panicking a bit.

Some tiny voice in the back of her head was tel ing her to stop this, to run. But the pleasure, the need to please him, overrode it.

Time to give up control.

As he bent to kiss her neck, she let her head fal back, into his hands. Her sex was heating up, going warm and wet. And as though he knew exactly what she needed, he slid his hand between her thighs.

“Spread for me, Dylan.”

She parted her thighs, and his fingers slipped into the damp folds.

“Oh ...”

“You’re ready, my girl.”

He removed his hand and disappointment surged through her.

But she didn’t say a word as he led her to the foot of his bed. He placed her on the edge and she sat, waiting, watching as he pul ed his shirt over his head. Her sex clenched at the sight of the rippling muscles in his stomach, his chest, his arms. His flat nipples were dark against his skin. She wanted to touch them, to put her mouth there. But her hands remained quiet at her sides.

“You’re very good,” he told her, standing back to look at her with an appraising gaze. “You sit there, waiting for me, without even being told. Perfect. Like a dol . You’re a natural, Dylan. I knew you would be.”

She could barely take in what he was saying. She didn’t want to think about what was happening to her. She simply wanted to
do
it.

He knelt on the floor in front of her and parted her thighs, settling his body in between them. She could feel the hard scratch of his jeans against her calf.

“Lean back a bit, but hold yourself up on your elbows.” She did as he demanded.

“Good. Stay just like that. I want you to watch me. Don’t close your eyes, is that understood?”

“Yes.”

Desire was molten heat in her body, seeping like liquid through her limbs, her veins. And when he used both hands to spread the lips of her sex apart, she went soaking wet.

“Spread wider for me, yes, that’s it.”

He pushed her legs apart, until she was wide open to him. She felt wanton. Beautiful.

“This is my favorite part of a woman’s body,” he told her quietly, using his fingers to massage the swol en folds. “Some say it looks like a flower, an orchid. I agree. Just as sweet. Just as precious.

And so damn soft.”

As she watched, he lifted one hand, pressed two fingers between his lips and sucked.

She moaned. She could barely hold stil .

“Ah, you like that?”

“Yes,” she whispered, barely able to speak.

He smiled, used those same fingers to push between the lips of her sex. He rubbed at her opening, and she thought she would lose her mind if he didn’t thrust into her soon. Pleasure was a hard ache in her sex, her clitoris burning with need.

“Please, Alec . . . ”

“Do you need to come already, my girl?”

“Yes!”

He pushed his fingers in, and she arched against him. With his thumb, he pressed against her clitoris.

“Oh!”

He began to move his hand, his fingers and thumb, in smal circles. Pleasure rose, burned through her.

“Are you going to come?”

“Yes, yes . . . ”

“Hold it back.”

“No ...”

“Yes. Hold on, Dylan.”

She bit her lip, trying to bear down against the tide of pleasure threatening to take her under. And as she did, his other hand went under her buttock and pinched, hard.

“Oh ...”

“Is that good?”

“It . . . it hurts.”

“But is it good?” he demanded.

“Yes. It’s good. Ah . . . ”

He pinched again, harder this time, and the pain bit into her system, mixing with the pleasure.

“Alec. I’m going to come. Please . . . ”

“Not yet. Does the pain make it better?”

“It makes it . . . better. Yes. Need to come now!”

“Hold it back. Do it. Tel me you wil .”

“I ... God ...”

Another hard pinch, this one punishing, going beyond the level at which the pain converted to pleasure.

“I’l do it,” she gasped. “I’l hold it back.” Her body was writhing. She didn’t care. His hands kept working her, his fingers inside her, his thumb rubbing, pressing, on her hard clit. And his other hand pinching her buttock, her thigh. It hurt.

It felt indescribably good. She was lost in sensation.

“You are so good, Dylan. So damn beautiful. I want to see you come now. For me.”

He thrust his fingers hard inside her, his thumb circling her clit.

And at the same time he pinched the flesh on the inside of her thigh, just enough for the pain to drive her climax on.

She came, a thousand stars firing inside her head, hurtling her into space. She gasped for breath, a cry gathering in her throat.

“Oh . . . God, Alec!”

Her hips arched into his hand, pleasure stil racing through her, dazzling her.

She fel back on the bed, blinded. Shivering. And he went with her, climbing onto the bed and pul ing her into his lap. He turned her over, and even as the last waves of her climax shuddered through her body, he began to spank her.

His hand was like fire on her skin, smacking her over and over.

But the pleasure was there, too, and she found herself rising up to meet him. She could hear the echo of flesh upon flesh from some distant place. She could hear the sound of his rasping breath. And it was as though that was al that existed, that and the hard ridge of his erect cock through his jeans pressing into her bel y. The male scent of him.

He spanked her harder, faster. His other arm came around her waist, holding her firmly. Keeping her safe. The pain was pleasure itself; there was no longer any dividing line. She almost felt she could come again, just from this.

“Good girl. You can real y take it.”

She didn’t know why it made her so happy to hear him say these things. She couldn’t real y think at al . She was out of her head.

She wanted him to fuck her.
Needed
him to.

She heard something else as desire rose, cresting, and realized it was her own ragged groans echoing in her ears. But she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to.

“Dylan, you’re going to come again.”

“Oh ...”

“For me.”

“Yes. For you . . . ”

He let go of her waist and slid his hand down her stomach and between her thighs, going right to work on her clit. She was sore from before, acutely sensitive, but he worked her hard, continuing to spank her. For several moments the pain was overwhelming, then the pleasure seeped into her body, her sex lighting up with need. And the pain was nothing but a higher level of sensation, driving her on. Every hard smack on her ass pressed her body into his hand, his clever fingers on her clitoris. And it was mere moments before she was coming again. Hard, clenching spasms of pleasure, surge after surge after surge.

Impossible. Powerful. Heat and need and
him
. She was crying out, drowning in pleasure.

“Alec!”

The force of it left her shaking. He pul ed her upright so that she was sitting in his lap, holding her tight. And she let her head rest on his shoulder, felt the strength of his arms around her.

Inside, she was al lovely, lambent warmth: in her bel y, her limbs, her head.

Her heart.

If she let herself think about it for even a moment, she would tel herself this could not be happening. She shut that voice out. She didn’t want to hear it right now. Didn’t want to think.

There would be plenty of time for that later. To look at this situation, take it apart, put it back together in a way that made sense. For now, none of that mattered. Al that mattered was that she was here, with Alec.

Alec watched her as she caught her breath. Her cheeks were flushed a lovely shade of pink, like the delicate skin on her ass after he spanked her. A perfect ass, the curve of it sweet, cradled in his lap. Against his aching cock.

He reached between her thighs once more, felt her shiver as he slipped his fingers through the slick wetness there. She was soaked. Ready. And he couldn’t hold back another moment.

He moved her, laid her back on the pil ows long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand next to the bed and tear off his jeans. The air was cool against his naked skin, like a caress on his steel-hard cock.

Christ, he was going to explode, simply looking at her glazed gray eyes, like crystals and smoke. Her lush lips were pink, and as her gaze went to his erection, her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

Fuck.

He almost groaned aloud.

Her breasts were as flawless as the rest of her, her nipples a dark red against the pale flesh. His cock pulsed as he watched her.

“Alec . . . ” Her voice was low, breathless.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to fuck me now? Because I need you to.” He smiled, his hand going to his cock and stroking, running the length of the shaft to the tip. “Yes, I’m going to fuck you. Good and hard. And I may spank you while I do it. And you’l come again for me, my girl.”

She gave him a lazy smile, her eyes gleaming silver. No, not lazy. She was in subspace, floating. Yet she knew exactly what she wanted.

“Please” was al she said.

Can’t wait one more moment.

He grabbed her, his arm snaking around her slim waist, and he pul ed her down, placing her in the middle of the bed. He spread her thighs with his knees, looping her legs over his. Her skin was so damn soft he could barely stand it. And with her thighs open, he could see her pussy, that gorgeous pink flesh: wet, glistening, swol en. His cock jerked.

Need her. Now.

He used his other hand to grasp both her wrists, drawing her arms over her head, and she let him do it. There was no fight in her now, and knowing she had given herself over to him was something beyond the usual thril of the power exchange.

Something more, with this woman. But he couldn’t think now. No, now he just needed to bury himself inside her. With one thrust of his hips, he did.

She gasped. He groaned. Pleasure was hot, pulsing in his cock.

Inside, she was a sheath of heat and slick, clenching pleasure.

“Christ, Dylan. You’re so damn tight. So damn wet. Just have to fuck you ...”

“Yes ...”

He began to move, his hips grinding. Her gaze was on his, locked there, her eyes half-lidded, her breath a panting sigh. The flush was on her once more, her nipples going darker, harder, and he leaned down and took one between his lips.

“Oh!”

He drew it deeper into his mouth, that sweet nub of flesh, and bit down.

“God, Alec!”

He drew back. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“And is it good?”

“Oh, yes.”

He bent his head and sucked the other nipple into his mouth, used his teeth to grate against the flesh, then bit again.

“Ah . . . Alec.”

Her hips bucked into his, her arms pushing against the tight grasp of his hand. But she wasn’t real y struggling against him.

She was writhing in pleasure. The same pleasure roaring through his system as he drove into her. Her pussy grabbed his cock, a sleek glove, going tighter and tighter, and he knew she would come again soon.

He pul ed back to look at her; he had to see her. Her brows were drawn together, her mouth loose with pleasure. Too fucking beautiful, this girl. He was shivering with pleasure himself, al over: his cock, his bal s, his bel y, arms and legs.

He let go of her waist and raised his hand to her mouth, touching her ful lips with his fingertips.

“Suck,” he commanded. She did it, sucking greedily, as though it were his cock he’d offered her.

He moaned, pul ed his fingers from her lips with some effort, then slipped his hand under her ass, between her smooth cheeks.

And keeping his gaze on hers, he pressed against that tight little hole with one fingertip. Her pupils widened, but she didn’t protest.

And when he slid the tip in, she sighed, and he felt her sex grab tighter around his aching cock.

He had to pause there, pleasure a thundering pulse-beat in his system.

Calm down.

He pul ed in a breath, not wanting to come just yet.

Her ass was tight and hot, and he pushed a little deeper, past that first tight ring of muscle.

“Dylan, do you like this?”

She moaned.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Yes. I like it. I love it. I need more.”

He pushed deeper, and she groaned, her hips pumping.

“More, Dylan?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Take a deep breath.”

He added a second finger a little at a time. She was breathing her way through it, her body relaxing around him. But he was so damn hard, barely hanging on to any control.

“Can you take it if I fuck your ass like this, with my hand?”

“Yes. I want it.”

He pushed his fingers in, pul ed out, pushed in again. She shivered beneath him. And he felt through the thin membrane the added texture of his own fingers against his cock, buried deep inside her.

Too much, too much.

“Ah, Christ, Dylan.”

He released her arms, and they wrapped around him as he began to fuck her, a hard, driving rhythm, his fingers keeping pace in her ass. And she was pumping against him, fucking him as he was fucking her. Both of them gasping, panting.

Her body tensed, her sex spasming, tightening on his hard shaft.

And she cal ed out his name as she came, over and over.

“Alec! God, Alec . . . Alec . . . ”

He held off, held back, wanting to just fuck her as long as he could. It was too good to stop. He thrust into her, his fingers stil working her ass. She was trembling, her pussy stil that hot, velvet fist. The heat and the wet were incredible. Pleasure was a hammer coming down on him, blinding him as he came, final y.