Gritting his teeth, he thought of baseball stats and camera angles and lighting choices—any- and everything to keep from losing it too early.
Genevieve’s laugh was low and sultry—as if she knew exactly what he was doing. And when she crawled on top of him, teasing his mouth with her nipple, he nearly said To hell with it. Control wasn’t that important.
Nothing was as important as getting inside Genevieve and f**king her until neither one of them could walk.
But old habits died hard, and as he fastened his lips around her nipple, he reveled in her moan. Her hands crept around the back of his head to help support his neck as he sucked and licked the ruby red areola, teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was harder than he’d ever felt it.
Her h*ps started to move against his and he nearly shouted in triumph. He could do this, he could hold on, could stay in control, even tied down for Genevieve’s pleasure. He could—
Suddenly, her nipple disappeared from his mouth and he groaned in disappointment. Then nearly choked as her warm, soft, wet mouth fastened around his strained-to-the-breaking-point cock.
“Genevieve, no!” he shouted hoarsely, his h*ps bucking wildly against her lips.
She pulled away and smiled at him, all temptress now. “Cole, yes!” She mimicked his words, but her voice was full of laughter.
“I can’t hold on. I can’t—”
“That’s the point, baby,” she whispered, right before she took him back in her mouth. “You can let go. You need to let go.”
“I can’t.” The sweet suction of her mouth combined with the uncontrollable heat of the oil, and he shouted in agonized pleasure.
He strained against the silk ties, his body arching and shuddering as she sucked his c*ck slowly down her throat. She lingered at the base, swirling her tongue up and around him until it was all he could do to remember his own name.
There was a roaring in his ears, a pounding in his blood that warned him he was on the brink of losing complete control. Biting the inside of his cheek, clenching his fists, he tightened every muscle in his body and fought to hold on.
“Fuck, Genevieve,” he groaned in between shudders. “Have mercy.”
She only laughed again, sliding him up and down her throat in a rhythm that made his eyes cross and his c*ck beg for release. When he was at the edge of a yawning precipice, and every ounce of energy he had had been used up in the effort not to come, she pulled back with a long, lingering swipe of her tongue. Then licked him like he was a Popsicle.
“Don’t tease, baby.” It was a gasp, sweat pouring off him as his body shuddered beneath her. “Let me f**k you. Let me come inside—”
“Let you f**k me?” Her voice was a low, warm murmur. “You still don’t get it, do you, baby? It’s my turn to f**k you.”
She slipped lower, her tongue stroking over his balls and behind them, finding a spot that made control a thing of his past and had his blood pressure shooting through the roof.
“Then do it!” His voice was harsh, guttural, his h*ps unyielding as he slammed them against her. The satin ties grew tighter, dug into his wrists and he tried to relax, to calm down. But he was beyond calm, beyond gentleness, beyond thinking for the first time in his life. Everything he had and everything he was focused on the warm, wonderful woman above him.
“I don’t take orders.” She pulled away, climbed off the bed. And left him on the brink of madness.
“Where are you going?” he demanded as the liquid on his c*ck caught fire, began to burn in an incredibly pleasurable way.
She shrugged. “I’m thirsty. I thought I’d head down to the kitchen and get something to drink.”
“Genevieve!” It was a roar, the sound of a wild animal pushed past all endurance. His c*ck throbbed; his balls ached. His entire body was on fire, burning for her. Needing her.
A taunting laugh was her only response as she strolled slowly from the room.
Stressed-out, f**ked-up, he lay there for what seemed like forever trying to get his raging erection under control. But the oil she’d rubbed into his dick and balls was making it impossible. Every breath he took had him throbbing more, every second that passed made his c*ck grow more and more sensitive, until just the brush of air against it felt like a caress.
“Genevieve,” he called again, but this time there was a pleading note he couldn’t keep out of his voice. “Come back, baby. Please. Come back.”
She appeared seconds later, a glass of ice water in her hand. “Did you miss me, baby?” she asked as she approached the bed.
“Fuuuuck.” It was a groan, a plea, and she seemed to recognize it as such.
“Good boy,” she said. “I think you’re almost ready.”
“I’m ready.” He strained against the bonds. “I’m so ready.”
She glanced down at his cock, gave a murmur of approval that somehow made him grow longer, harder, though he would have sworn that was impossible.
She licked her lips and said, “Almost.” Then she reached into the glass and pulled out an ice cube.
He shouted as the ice made contact with his rock-hard n**ples, cursed as he felt himself grow even wetter. Glancing down, he saw pre-ejaculate glistening on the head of his cock.
Genevieve must have seen it to, because she leaned down and swiped her tongue over his tip, pausing to let those beautiful strawberry lips suck at him for just a second. “Mmm, you taste good.”
He groaned when she pulled away, ground his teeth together so hard he swore he could see stars. Writhing, shifting, bucking, he strained against his lover. “You have to … Genevieve, please … I can’t … baby, please. I have to—”
There it was, the note of surrender and desperation Genevieve had been waiting for. With a secret grin, she swallowed Cole whole, sucking him all the way inside of her. She used her mouth and tongue and throat on him, then lightly scraped her teeth across his great length. Just like she knew it would, that moment of combined pleasure and pain did it, sent him careening over the edge he’d been clinging to with battered fingertips.
With a hoarse shout, he arched up, thrusting again and again against her seeking mouth. And then he was pouring into her with long, brutal jerks of his hips, and she was loving every second of it.
The orgasm barely slowed him down, his c*ck still rock hard as he strained against her. Wanting more, begging for more.
Part of her wanted to string him out, to let him suffer more, but by then she was as hot and horny as he was. Maybe more so. Sliding up his body, she came down on him hard—taking him all the way to the pubic bone.
He shouted, his body arching convulsively beneath her. She rode him hard, striving for her own pleasure as much as his, slamming herself down on him again and again until both of them were shaking and covered with sweat.
“Finish it,” he gasped from between clenched teeth, his h*ps rising to meet hers again and again. “I love you, Genevieve. I love you.”
His words ripped through her, sent her spiraling out of control as her orgasm tore through her. “Cole!” she gasped as pleasure overwhelmed her. It was wilder and more intense than any that had come before it, and she found herself clinging to him in the middle of the storm.
He came with her, his body spasming as he poured everything he had, everything he was, inside of her. She took it all, took everything he could give her. Because as obnoxious as he was, as domineering and controlling and unyielding, he was also her safety net. Her only security in the craziness that was her life.
She only hoped that after tonight he would let her be the same to him..
As her orgasm finally wound down, she rolled off of Cole—settling herself beside him so they could be face-to-face.
His eyes were dark, shadowed—filled with pleasure and a wariness that pulled at her heartstrings. Bringing up a hand, she ran it gently through his wild tangle of hair, smiled as he shifted his head to nuzzle her palm.
“I love you.” His voice was hoarse, the words low but certain, and she felt them all the way to her soul. “I know I’m too controlling. I know I want everything my own way. I know—” His voice broke. “I know that I’m not the right fit for you. But I love you, Genevieve, more than anyone else ever has or ever will.”
Tears filled her eyes as she fumbled with the knots, blurred her vision so badly that she could barely see to untangle him. “I promise—” he started.
“Shut up,” she said as she clawed frantically at the knots. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”
“Genevieve?” He looked at her questioningly, those sinful black eyes filled with uncertainty.
“I want your arms around me when you make promises to me for the first time,” she said as the first knot finally unraveled. “I want mine around you.”
She yanked and pulled until the second tie gave in and then he was holding her, his strong arms wrapped so tightly around her that she could barely breathe. “Say it again,” she ordered as her arms snaked around his neck and she brought her mouth within inches of his.
“I love you, Genevieve Delacroix. And I always will.”
Tears bloomed in her eyes—tears of love and gratitude and thanksgiving. “I love you too, Cole Adams. More than I ever imagined possible.”
“I know you do.” He pulled her so that she was on top of him, his c*ck nestling in the warmth of her sex as his hands cupped her br**sts.
“Hey!” She tried to pull away, but he slid his hands to her h*ps and kept her in place. “I’m supposed to be controlling this.”
“Maybe next time.” He shifted his h*ps until her cl*t rested against his cock.
She caught her breath as he stroked her with each glide of his hips. “Really?”
Laughing, he pulled her down for a kiss. “Not a chance.”