Hold 'Em: Vegas Top Guns, Book 3 (11 page)

Only when she opened her knees wider did he expand his territory. He stabbed his tongue into her pussy with taut little jabs. Leah laced her fingers together at the base of his skull, holding him there. Mimicking the thrust of a cock, he explored her, searching out the shudders and groans and sharp inhalations that directed him to her pleasure.

He grazed his top teeth over her clit with a renewed enthusiasm. Sweat cooled on his palms, making it a challenge to grip her thighs. He shifted his hold and spread his fingers wide over each ass cheek. She let go of his nape to grab the countertop. Balanced there, she arched even farther and wrapped her legs around his upper back.

Mike withheld nothing. He indulged her just as he wanted to, where their desires matched so perfectly. He slanted his gaze to soak up the restless shake of her head and how panting breaths pushed her breasts against the fabric of the T-shirt. Morning sunshine streamed over her skin. Every inch of her was golden, graced with a gleam of sweat.

“I’m coming, Michael,” she whispered. “Damn, make me come.”

The breathy words sounded all the more tantalizing because they were in his kitchen. Just the plain, ordinary kitchen he’d seen for the first time three days before. Now it would always be the place where he’d face-fucked Leah Girardi.

He plunged his tongue inside her once again, licking upward to find the spot that made her liquefy. She tensed on a groan. Her clit pulsed with a hard burst of release then kept pulsing in quick, sharp waves beneath his tongue. Her fingers wound in his hair, pulling, as her body gave him another wash of taste—this time the sleek fluids of her satisfaction.

A single bead dribbled down his chin. Only when her shudders calmed did he straighten and wipe that liquid streak upward. A glance toward Leah revealed her eyes weak with pleasure. He painted her wetness over his lower lip.

“Kiss me,” she said roughly.

Mike met her halfway with her thighs still hooked across his upper back. She was so damn lithe and lean, but her mouth was all power. She licked across his lower lip with hard strokes. The taste of her mouth mingled with the taste of her pussy.

Christ, he was hard.

Only now, once he’d dispatched her command, did he realize what a monster his erection had become. The front of his briefs was slightly damp with precome. The ring he wore on his cock jolted him with every pulse of blood, every beat of his frantic heart.

“Ma’am?” he rasped against her mouth.

“Yes, Michael?”

“Please.”

It was all he could manage. His knees were mush, turned traitor as a heady rush swept through his muscles.

“Please what?”

“I want to come too.”

“I know you do. Soon. Take me to the bedroom.”

Mike gathered her into his arms. The weakness he’d only just suffered fled with her words. She was grinning at him, her skin still flushed with a faint pink glow.

“Have I mentioned lately how much I enjoy your body?” Her question was followed by a nuzzle along his neck, then a quick bite. Nothing deep enough to mark him. He liked that she honored his requests. It wouldn’t do to show up with a hickey on his first day with the Aggressors.

He returned to the bedroom and lightly set her on the floor. His cock, so hard and demanding, wasn’t likely to let him be neglectful much longer. The exhilaration of making Leah come was the most powerful aphrodisiac.

“Kneel again,” she said. “Briefs off.”

This time he didn’t need to suffer the sting of bone against a hard surface. Leah snagged a towel from the shower rack and laid it in the center of cleared space in his bedroom. She stayed there, crouched, and tossed a smile up over her shoulder.

“Down here.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said as the terrycloth cushioned his kneecaps.

Leah was there with him, almost eye to eye, as she smoothed a hand along his jaw. “Anything for my pet.”

Jesus
. That was almost too much. Such a name for him. It implied care and ownership, caresses and affection. Raspy shakes wiggled down his limbs, pooling in his fingers and toes until he couldn’t keep still. Her energy stoked his.

Then she was gone. Without Leah’s permission to move, he stayed right where she’d left him. The slow slide of his bedside table drawer poked at his arousal. Just that sound was enough to start his mind down devious, dangerous paths.

“Hands behind your back, Michael.”

She knelt as he obeyed. Her breasts slid down the skin along either side of his spine. The T-shirt was gone, revealing bare nipples beaded to fine points. She looped the restraints around his wrists with smooth motions. Her efficiency sent his pulse through the roof. So adept, and so quickly. He’d had no idea they were in for this kind of time, not really, but it was spiraling him to far-off places.

She cinched his wrists together. Side by side. Pressed against his lower back. The position arched his backbone just slightly.

“You are beautiful, Michael,” she cooed against his cheek. “Shall I tell you?”

“I like it, ma’am.”

“I can’t get enough of your chest. Your nipples. Your freaking gorgeous abs.” She reached around from behind him, touching each place as she spoke. “Your chest hair makes me want to scrape and scratch.” Fingertips splayed over his pecs, tunneling through his thatch. “Such a proud chest, even though you can’t touch me. I like that. Very much.”

Her praise washed over him like hot honey. Just the dark silk of her voice. Every nerve perked up, screaming for the touches she doled out in bits and pieces. On hands and knees, she crawled around to face him. Her curtain of hair, loose once again, was a messy tangle that revealed and concealed her face as she moved, as if even her hair was conspiring to tease him.

“And here,” she whispered against his hard-on. “You know how much I like this, don’t you?”

“Please, tell me more.”

She licked up his length, from balls to head. No hands. Just her tongue. Mike clenched his teeth against that rip of sensation. She looped her tongue around his ring, tracing it, dipping along either side to sweep across his swollen flesh. All he could do was sink deeper, going to a place where he wasn’t on the verge of coming over her face. The only problem was he couldn’t find such a place. His reserves were so nearly depleted.

“Michael?”

Her breath against his groin was almost cool compared to how hotly he burned. “Yes, ma’am?” he gritted out.

“Do you enjoy pain?”

“I enjoy what you do, ma’am.”

The words came automatically now, his honest subservience, because he was lost. Nothing made sense when he gave over to her whims. She would see him through. That was all he had left.

“I’m curious about it, about pain,” she said, slowly kneeling belly to belly. “I don’t even know if I’d like inflicting it. But I have a guess. I think I’d like to see you absorb it and swallow it into you. You do that, you know. I can see it on your face when you leave a little of this world behind.”

“Have to, ma’am.”

“I know, Michael.” She kissed him so sweet and slow, as if already soothing him in advance of what was to come. “It turns me on.”

His words were gone. All he could do was shake and wait and need.

“So let’s see, shall we, pet? Let’s see what you can take.”

Chapter Thirteen

With whatever cerebral powers she had left, Leah thought maybe she should be more worried. Feel less sure of herself. A little shakier, as she’d felt in the kitchen when she’d quizzed Mike.

All that had fled.

There was only the heady intoxicant of power and control and curiosity. How far could she push this? What would make that tasty conflicted look reappear on his face? She relished seeing his mouth turn tight, his eyes go deep blue. The key seemed to be surprising him. Twisting his expectations into something different. New.

She arose slowly, drinking in the way his gaze followed her every move. Standing with her feet barely shoulder width apart, she lifted the heavy mass of her hair to let cool air drift over her neck.

Oh yeah, she was teasing him. She let him admire the up-tilted swell of her breasts and her nipples, which had curled into nubs. Because she could. Because it made his lips fall open and made his gorgeous, built chest rise on a potent inhalation.

He was trying so desperately to keep his control.

Except Leah realized that was her job now. Keep control. So he didn’t have to. So he could let loose.

She walked around behind him, trailing her fingers over the sharp line of his collarbone. He watched her as long as he could out of the corner of his eye but kept his face forward, even though she hadn’t ordered it.

“You’re a good boy, Michael,” she said quietly. “You try so hard. Do you know what that does to me?”

“No. Not really.” His voice had gone rough and gravelly. “I only know what I hope it does.”

Hidden behind him, she allowed her eyes to drift shut for a moment and let go of the shiver she’d been restraining. She was a mess—her legs trembling, her sex still swollen and hot from that rocking orgasm. “Tell me.”

“I hope it makes you as sprung tight as I am.” Bound behind his back, his hands curled into loose fists. “I hope it drives you crazy.”

“It does, Michael.” She leaned down to open her mouth over the heavy arch of his shoulder. Teeth clenched, she bit with enough force that the muscle jumped beneath her lips. She sucked softly on the flesh, knowing it wouldn’t soothe much. Hopefully none at all.

“This whole situation drives me crazy,” she said.

“Good.”

She smiled against his skin. “Good?”

He looked back over his shoulder. His angular features had taken on an even sharper cast. Determined. But somewhat troubled too. “No one likes to be alone.”

With two fingers, she pushed his chin back to face forward. She hadn’t given him permission to look, but he deserved something for such a raw confession.

“You’re not alone. I’m right here, pet.”

Keeping her step light, Leah crossed back to his drawer—the tricks and treats she’d delved into so eagerly. She rummaged around as quietly as she could, wanting him to wonder. To anticipate. But nothing could prevent the subtle clink of metal on metal when she shifted a pair of handcuffs. Those might be interesting for the future, but they weren’t what she needed now.

She took out three items one by one, touching the cool leather. The various hefts of them. God, that was good. They felt perfect, as if crafted to fit her palms, to weigh down the trembling lengths of her arms.

She returned to Michael, who hadn’t shifted position. Only his fast-heaving chest and an occasional twitch of unsteady fingers gave away his restlessness. She eased down to kneel. Her breasts slid along his shoulder blades, firing tingles through her nipples. His ass fit the curve of her stomach, his flesh so smooth with just a light sprinkle of hair at the tops of his thighs.

His bound hands flexed against her ribs.

She skated her lips over his spine. Then she held the first item out for him to see. “Is this the riding crop you got caught with? The one you mentioned to Ryan?”

“That one was borrowed,” he said with a shake of his head. “The one in your hand is one I bought.”

Good.

How insanely possessive she felt. She’d have chucked it across the room had he admitted someone gave it to him. Instead she brushed a kiss over his other shoulder blade. Then nibbled.

“And this is a flogger, right?”

Nodding, he opened his hands across her torso. Long, powerful fingers stretched down her stomach. He pressed gently, as if he searched for a measure of connection. But then she did too, or she wouldn’t be plastered across his back.

“Permission to tell you something, ma’am?”

“Of course. I like hearing you talk.”

“A flogger takes a certain amount of practice. There’s a method to it.”

“And I don’t know the method yet.”

No question there. She felt ridiculously new to the whole idea. That didn’t mean she would leave it that way. She’d never enjoyed feeling ignorant, and her knowledge wouldn’t be lacking for long.

“All due respect, but no, ma’am. You don’t.”

“I could hurt you if I did it wrong? Hurt you badly, I mean.”

“You could.”

“We don’t want that.” She set the flogger behind her, out of reach, and held out the last item. “And what’s this one?”

His body shook once. Apparently it was one he liked. “That’s a slapper.”

“Mmm,” she purred. “I think I like the sound of that.” She set the slapper down next to his knee where he could see it. Watch it.

Laying a hand flat in the center of Mike’s back, she coiled her fingernails into him and pushed until he levered slightly forward. “Can you keep that position?”

“For a while.”

“But you’ll try, as long as you can. Because it will make me happy.” She trailed her nails down his back and arms, hard enough to leave red streaks.

“Yes, ma’am.” His measured words came out as a growl.

Leah wrenched her hand back and smacked down hard on his ass. No warning. No warm up. His muscles jumped. The thick curve of his quads spasmed. The tendons along the back of his neck stiffened in a way that held her mesmerized.