10 Ways to Handle the Best Man (8 page)

‘I can’t hold off. It’s too much.’

‘Yes, you can, just a little longer.’

Tingles turned to sizzles, and then flared into an inferno as the vicious wave hurtled closer. Then he found the plump, hard nub of her clitoris and pinched.

‘Come for me now, Sabrina,’ he whispered, the sound deafening as she let go, allowed at last to fly headfirst through that final barrier.

The wave of bliss slammed into her, gushing through all the places she ached. The fireball blazed right behind—pumping, burning—like a wildfire torching everything it touched.

The primal scream wrenched past dry lips—a high, keening sound she didn’t even recognise as her own voice—as she gave herself up to the inferno.

Sabrina floated, weightless, boneless, disorientated. Her sex still throbbing, her mind drifting back to consciousness on a golden tide of sensations.

Had she ever had an orgasm that strong? That intense? That prolonged? She’d thought the handjob he’d treated her to in Rules had been the nirvana of sexual experiences. Boy, had she underestimated him.

But then she landed on something cool and her lids popped open, the heady buzz of afterglow dispersed by the scalding heat in her bottom. Connor was poised above her as she lay on the satin quilt in the suite’s master bedroom. Her chest tightened. Had he carried her in here? While she was floating in afterglow?

‘Oww,’ she muttered, placing her hand on her smarting bum, brutally aware of the liberties he’d taken with her—and how much she’d enjoyed it.

‘That’s more like it.’ He captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger and placed a kiss on her forehead, the affectionate gesture disconcerting. ‘No sleeping allowed before Round Two.’

She frowned at the arrogant amusement in his tone.

‘I’m hardly likely to fall asleep.’ She rubbed her backside. ‘Seeing as my bottom feels as if it’s been branded.’

The rusty laugh didn’t do much for her temper. ‘Branded? Huh?’ He placed a large callused hand on her bum cheek. The cool caress on the heated flesh sent pleasant ripples of sensation through her nerve endings. ‘Poor baby, you want me to kiss it better?’

‘That would be a start.’

The cool caress lifted to her hip and he rolled her over onto her stomach.

‘Hey, let me up.’ She tried to roll back, but he held her in place. Her buttocks tensed. Was he going to spank her again? As mind-blowing as it had been the first time, she wasn’t sure she wanted another round yet.

But then his lips buzzed her burning bottom—while his fingers plunged into her soaking sex. The glistening egg landed on the pillow in front of her. The sharp pat on her bottom made her yelp, not because it hurt but because it had all those delicious ripples zapping to full attention.

‘Consider yourself branded, baby.’

Humiliation burned her neck, adding to the tingles of awareness, but by the time she’d twisted onto her back to protest, he was on his feet by the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.

Her indignation dried up alongside all the moisture in her mouth as the hard planes of muscle and sinew were revealed one teasing inch at a time. He tugged the tails of the shirt out of his waistband, and shrugged it off.

Wow.

Triceps and biceps and a ton of other muscle groups she didn’t know by name bulged and flexed. Her nipples tightened as she followed the happy trail of dark hair down the ridged muscles of his abdomen. He unhooked the waistband of his suit trousers and she swallowed past the obstruction in her throat.

The enormous tent in his trousers had gotten bigger.

Clearly awesome was a euphemism for colossal.

The flutter of anticipation warred with the hot, heavy weight in her sex. And the burn of emotion still lodged in her throat.

But as he gripped the tab on his zipper, her hand shot out. ‘No, wait.’

She scrambled across the bed on all fours, not caring how inelegant she looked. ‘Can I?’

He lifted his hands in silent acknowledgment, the twist of amusement on his lips both cocky and ridiculously sexy.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, clipped off the suspender belt and rolled down the stockings.

‘Did I say you could take those off?’

She looked through her lashes as she peeled the gossamer silk the rest of the way down, then perched on the edge of the bed, her bottom tingling, her face at eye level with that awe-inspiring package.

‘I want to be able to feel you. Everywhere.’

Blood flooded into her cheeks as his nostrils flared. ‘Point taken,’ he murmured, his voice rusty.

She dropped her chin, stared at the length in his pants. And swallowed, her mouth actually watering at the thought of seeing him at last.

Her manicured nails flashed pink against the dark fabric of his tux pants. She located the tab, eased the zip down over the straining bulge.

The thick outline became visible, only contained by his boxers now. She ran her palms down his thighs, felt the muscles tense beneath velvet skin as she pushed his pants past narrow hips and watching him step out of them.

Hooking the waistband of his boxers down, the mammoth erection leapt free. The broad head, plump and thick, surged towards her. She gasped, with a tinge of dismay she couldn’t disguise.

She’d seen several erect penises in her life, but she’d never seen anything quite this overwhelming.

Forget awesome. He was spectacular. So long and thick, the tip pointing skyward. Her pelvic muscles tensed at the prospect of taking all of that inside her. And she’d thought the egg was a tight fit.

A bead of moisture formed on the tip, fascinating her. She circled the broad base in trembling fingers, felt the thick pulse of blood, then lifted on her knees and licked along the slit, savouring the salty taste on her tongue.

‘Damn it.’ His agonised whisper spurred her on.

She swirled her tongue around the crown, feasting on the tangy taste of musk and man, then traced the thick vein that pulsed down his length. She cupped the heavy testicles that had drawn up at the base in her palm, and opened her lips, eager to take him into her mouth, but his hands cradled her cheeks, jerking her back.

‘Don’t.’

Her eyes met his, the piercing blue now black, the lids drifting to half mast. The harsh rasp of his breathing matching her own tortured breaths.

‘Why not?’ She heard the yearning, knowing she had never wanted anything more.

She’d never been into giving head, had always considered it a chore, but there was something about this bad, beautiful man. His strength, his solitude, the dangerous shadow that lurked just beneath the cynical charm, the constant control—it made her want to bring him to his knees and make that cast-iron control crack.

But he hooked his hands under her arms, drawing her onto her feet. ‘Because if I don’t get inside you in the next sixty seconds I’m liable to explode.’

Lifting her in his arms, he placed her on the bed.

‘But wait a min…’

The rest of her protest got muffled by a mouthful of the quilt as he flipped her over, then lifted her hips, forcing her face into the bed.

The sudden shock of vulnerability arched through her as he positioned her on all fours—and the thick head of his penis touched her inner thigh. She shook, her pussy clamping down hard, her lungs seizing, as her body braced for the heavy thrust that would drive him deep.

But instead of the brutal invasion she had expected, he slid his length along the cleft, angling his erection to slip through the folds of her sex. And reached round to cup her swaying breasts.

‘You’re drenched.’

The swollen head of his erection prodded at the nub of her clitoris. And he squeezed her distended nipples between his fingers.

She groaned, the feel of his erection toying with her, the pinch of sensation darting down from her breasts to her core—both exquisitely arousing and yet exquisitely frustrating. Her pussy clenched on the emptiness, her overstimulated clitoris and her swollen nipples too sensitive for attention. She wanted him inside her. Buried deep. Why didn’t he just do it?

He swore viciously and suddenly let her go. She heard the rustle of clothing, the rip of foil and realised he’d almost forgotten to suit up.

‘What the hell do you do to me,’ he muttered. But she wasn’t sure the statement was meant for her to hear.

Then hard hands grasped her hips and the blunt head pressed into her, spreading the lips of her sex so much more than before. A whimper escaped as he entered her in one smooth, solid stroke, thrusting so deep she could have sworn she could feel him in her throat.

‘You’re so fucking tight.’

She pulled forward, struggling to ease the immense fullness, but he dragged her back, impaling her fully on the hard length.

Her breaths came out in ragged pants. He felt impossibly deep. Filling her, stretching her unbearably, pushing her through the pleasure barrier towards pain. His hand covered her hot bottom, caressed the flushed skin. Her thighs trembled as her pelvic muscles tightened and released in a desperate bid to accommodate his size.

He withdrew an inch, maybe two, then thrust back, solidly, firmly, and she realised she still hadn’t taken the full measure of him. Because there was more, driving deeper.

‘It’s too much. You’re too big,’ she moaned, the sound feral in its desperation.

‘Shh, baby,’ he crooned, then he reached under her, pulling back the hood of her sex.

‘No, don’t,’ she wailed, unable to bear any more sensation.

But her cry was already too late, as he located the pounding nub, and glided over it.

White-hot lightning streaked through her, coiling and releasing, triggering the long, slow roll of orgasm as he started to move—timing each stroke with the slick glide of his finger, fondling the burning nub.

Pulling out, pounding back, the heavy erection stroked a place deep inside, and another orgasm built, hard and fast on top of the first. Rolling through, breaking free.

She sobbed, her knees giving out, her body already battered, in the grip of the never-ending waves of orgasm. He yanked her up, pounding into her in a furious, merciless rhythm now. Blinding, unstoppable pleasure fired across her skin, stole her breath, smashing through every pulse point, and exploding in her veins.

His thrusts became jerky, jolting, animalistic, the massive erection driving into her the only thing she could feel, could fathom, her dazed mind reeling as the endless wave gathered again, washing through her like a tsunami.

She cried out, her voice hoarse now, and felt him swell, becoming even bigger inside her, as his shout of fulfilment joined her helpless sobs.

* * *

Connor roared as his mind blanked, his hands clutching her hips as he pistoned, driving towards that final oblivion.

She squeezed around him one last time, milking him, and the devastating pleasure crested and surged at last, the climax bursting up from his balls and pumping into her tight, wet heat. The thick, barbaric release crashed through him—shattering him, draining him.

‘Goddamn it.’ He managed to whisper as the last of his semen pumped into the condom.

He struggled to brace his elbows, his mind numb, his limbs limp and uncoordinated, as he clung on to the last of his strength to stop from collapsing on top of her and crushing her into the mattress.

Her body shuddered beneath him and she whimpered, the small sound piercing his consciousness. He struggled to be careful as he eased the still thick erection from the clasp of her body. Tenderness closed his throat as he let go of her hips and she fell forward onto the bed.

Shit, he’d fucked her like a goddamn express train.

Somewhere around the moment she’d licked the tip of his cock, and he heard the deep purr of pleasure as she savoured his taste, his control had shattered. Everything else had been a blur.

She curled into a ball on the bed, her lush curves flushed, the brand he’d left on her butt rosy on her pale skin.

His softening cock twitched and he dragged in a breath. Dropping his chin to his chest, he tried to regulate his breathing—and the renewed pulse of desire.

Get a grip, McCoy
.

He shouldn’t have pushed her so far, so fast. So what if she had a safeword? He’d hardly given her a chance to use it.

‘You okay, honey?’ He stroked the slope of her spine, brushed his thumb over her arse—and swallowed down the shame when she flinched.

‘I think so.’ The tremor in her voice reminded him a little too forcefully of a time in his life when he’d been unable to control his actions. Unable to stop himself taking whatever he wanted, unable to give a shit about the consequences.

He dropped down next to her on the bed, pulled the coverlet over them both. ‘You don’t sound too sure.’

She remained on her stomach, curled into the mattress, her face turned away from him. He placed his hand on her back and rubbed, desperate to reassure himself that he hadn’t hurt her. ‘Look at me, sweetheart.’

She let out a soft sob of breath, and he had the terrible thought that she might be crying. But then she shifted round, and the grip on his heart loosened at the sight of her eyes—dry and wary. ‘I’m okay,’ she said. ‘It was a bit intense, that’s all.’

He tucked the shiny curls of her hair behind her ear, framed her face with his hand, stupidly comforted by the matter-of-fact response. To think he’d once thought her no-nonsense approach was annoying? Pretty dumb, given that it was one of the things he found so damn irresistible about her now.

‘Only a
bit
intense?’ he teased, keen to lighten the mood.

Colour blossomed in her cheeks and a frown line appeared on her brow. Damn, seeing that instant blush light up her face would never get old.

‘All right, a lot intense.’ She sent him a tremulous smile. ‘What do you want? A testimonial?’

He chuckled, the tightness in his chest releasing at last. ‘You offering?’

The blush brightened. ‘Certainly not. Your ego’s big enough already.’

‘And whose fault is that?’ He traced his thumb across her bottom lip, giving in to the urge to touch her again. ‘For a vanilla girl, you’re pretty fucking hot.’

She blinked, then sat up abruptly. His groin stirred anew at the sight of her full breasts, swaying inches from his face, those pert, rosy nipples begging for his attention. She’d said her nipples were sensitive—he couldn’t wait to find out how sensitive.

She grasped the sheet, covering herself, and he forced his gaze back to her flushed face.

Slow the hell down.

He shouted the words in his head as he spotted the glassy sheen in her eyes. ‘Is everything okay?’

She looked away, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.

‘I’m not a vanilla girl.’ He barely heard the words through the buzz of arousal making him stir back to life. ‘Not anymore.’