Country Love (A Billionaire BWWM Romance) (9 page)

Chapter Eighteen

Monique

It was too
overwhelming. His nearness, my fear, his desire, my loneliness - they all
bunched up in my brain. I didn't know what to do.

So I did what he
said. I kissed it better.

The heat of his
skin under my lips was scalding. He moved his hand slightly when my lips made
contact, brushing my mouth so it was like his hand was kissing me.

That one motion,
featherlight but completely in control, was my undoing. I closed my eyes,
waiting. There was only one thing that could happen next.

He cupped his
fingers under my throat then, and tipped my chin upward. This time I wanted the
kiss. This time I was waiting, my whole body shivering eagerly in anticipation.

When it didn't
come, I opened my eyes. The fathomless blue depths of his were mere inches from
mine. "Ah, there she is," he whispered.

"Are you
going to kiss me?" I taunted.

"Yes...but
that's not all I'm going to do Monique." His voice was a ragged gasp, terrifying
and thrilling at the same time. He was holding me so tightly, I was sure there
would be marks on my skin, but his words were holding me even tighter.
"I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to watch you watching me
with those eyes of yours, and then I'm going to make them roll back in your
head. Does that sound good to you?"

I shivered a
little and he clutched me even tighter. "Pretty confident in yourself,
aren't you Tanner Brock?" I gasped.

"Yup."

There were no
more words after that. Even if I wanted to, protest, my words were stolen by
his lips covering mine.

He brushed the
tip of his tongue against my lips, finding my weak spot until I gave in with a
sigh and pressed against him.

Slow, melting
heat spread everywhere he touched, and his hands were soon touching me
everywhere. He maneuvered me backwards until my heel caught against the lip of
the bunk. We fell backwards in a tangle of limbs.

I wanted this. I
had never wanted anything more in my life than to have Tanner Brock's body on
top of mine, his hips rolling and undulating with the promise of pleasure to
come. But the wanting, no, the longing was too intense. I was losing control
too quickly. It was frightening and fear made me angry. I squirmed underneath
him, wrenching my hand out from his grasp. "Stop," I panted.

He pulled back.
"You sure about that?" he growled, catching my wrist and pinning it
above my head.

I arched into
him, my body betraying me. "No. Yes. Dammit."

He stared at me,
breathing heavily, our bodies fused together. We both knew that if we moved from
this moment, this strange, torturous dance we had been clumsily attempting
would be over. What came next would decide everything. And he was waiting.

Waiting for me.

Slowly, as if
pulled by a magnetic force, I drew my face to the hollow at his neck. His skin,
bronzed dark in the low light of the tour bus, was still flushed and
overheated. I flicked my tongue out, tasting the salt on his skin, and then
pressed my lips there on that spot. I could feel his pulse beating in his
throat, strong and sure.

Trailing my lips
to the place where his neck met his shoulder, I pressed another kiss, loving
how his breath drew in sharply.

The floodgates of
desire flew open. I growled low in my throat and then bit down.

He hissed, then
growled. "You little...." He cupped his hand around my neck and
pushed my head back, dislodging my teeth. I fell back panting.
 
"Try to do it again," he
growled, staring at me.

I snapped my
teeth at him and he slammed his lips into mine. Holding me down with the force
of his kiss, he yanked my shirt up and slid his hands along my waist, then up
to my bra. I arched my back and he slid the catch with a deft motion, freeing
my breasts from their prison. My nipples were already tightly puckered and as hard
as diamonds. My whole body was so swollen with need that I felt ready to burst.

"If I stop
kissing you, are you gonna bite me again?" he rasped into my ear as his
thumb and forefinger tweaked my peaks.

"Not if you
keep doing that," I groaned. Sharp sparks of painful pleasure swirled
outward each time he rolled them in his fingers.

He grinned.
"Ah, so you like it when it hurts a little?" He cupped my throat
again, tighter this time, and my eyes rolled back in my head. "That's what
I wanted to see," he growled, his voice thick and choked with lust.
"How about if I do this?"

He slid his
fingers down from my breasts and under the waistband of my jeans. The hot
center of my need was throbbing painfully, and when his fingers brushed against
the swollen nub, I drew in a sharp breath and arched upward, but his big hand
at my throat held me firm.

"No, you
stay right there," he hissed, yanking at my zipper. "I'm gonna have
me a little fun, now. You owe me after that bite, Monique. That's my strummin'
hand."

He slid his hands
underneath my ass, cupping it.

And then he
flipped me like a pancake.

I landed facedown
on his bunk with a squawk. "What the fuck...?" I demanded, pushing
myself back up with my arms.

But he pressed
his big hand across my back and pushed me back down. Then he lifted my ass
higher, draping my legs over the side of the bunk so that I was half lying,
half kneeling.

"I've wanted
to take you over my knee since I met you," he growled, yanking my jeans
down to my knees. Then he slid my panties down, a little more slowly, exposing
my naked ass to the world. Cool air hit the hot flesh of my core and I
shivered. "But this damn bus is too cramped to do it properly, so I'm
going to have to settle for...this"

He laid the flat
of his hand across my ass cheek with a resounding smack.

"Hey!"
I boiled upward as the sharp pain filled me with rage. He held me down and
pressed his lips to the stinging skin he had just made, kissing it tenderly,
massaging and kneading the muscle. I moaned in confused desire. "What are
you..." my words dissolved into moans as his tongue slid between my
swollen lips, flickering around my opening.

I groaned into
the bunk as his tongue delved deeper. "Holy shit," I gritted as the
hot pain of the spanking dissolved into warm pleasure. I rolled my hips and he
followed my lead, focusing the whole of his attention on my buzzing, needful
nub. My whole body started rocking and undulating in rhythm with his lapping
strokes as I rode the waves of pleasure higher and higher and....

Crack!

He laid a second
smack over my other ass cheek. "Hey!" I half-screamed, half groaned.
"You asshole!"

"The first
was for the bite. The second was for torturing me with all this 'strictly
business' nonsense. And this," he brought his hand down, and I arched my
back to meet it, "is because you seem to really enjoy getting
spanked."

"Dammit,"
I groaned. I had no idea that I liked it. It was humiliating to be treated this
way, held down and spanked by an arrogant rock star, but every nerve ending in
my body was singing a Hallelujah chorus right now.
 
"Ah!" I cried as his tongue
found me again.

"Jesus,
you're so wet," he rumbled against my sex. "You're as nuts about me
as I am about you, ain't you baby?"

"Unh,"
I moaned thickly. I was so close.

"See, now I
know, because you didn't tell me to stop calling you baby." I could hear
the triumph in his voice and as if to seal my doom, he swirled his finger once
around the rim of my entrance before slipping it inside and pressing his thumb
against my nub,

I exploded in a
shower of fireworks, flinging my head backward and crying out. His lips crashed
into mine from behind me and I came around his finger as he invaded my mouth
with his tongue. I was lost now, completely at his mercy, so when he flipped me
back around to face him with a question in his eyes, the only thing I could
think to say was, "Condom, now."

His eyes
darkened. He reached under the bunk. I squirmed in panting, Pavlovian lust when
I saw that foil wrapper.

"I want to
do it," I demanded, reaching for his fly. The bulge in Tanner Brock's
jeans had been torturing me for weeks now. I'll be damned if I didn't get to
touch it now.

"Be my
guest, baby," he said.

With trembling
fingers, I undid the buttons of his fly. His hips were so narrow and his silver
belt buckle so heavy, that the jeans fell in a puddle onto the floor the minute
I had them unfastened. I took a deep breath and pulled his boxers down.

It was every inch
as glorious as I had imagined. Every one of many, many inches.

"Shit,"
I whispered hoarsely, and licked my lips.

"Don't
praise it 'til you see what it can do," he said. With eyes as dark as
twilight, he leaned into me, forcing me backwards. Then, in a motion so smooth
I swore he had superpowers, he snapped the condom onto his cock, slid his
fingers under my ass, lifted my hips and plunged into me with no preamble,
sinking right up to the hilt.

I cried out in
shock, sinking my nails into his back so hard I was sure I broke the skin.

"Still
trying to hurt me, huh baby?" he panted. "Go ahead, make me bleed for
you." He thrust into me, harder and deeper. I cried out, ragged and raw,
every time he slammed into me. He wasn't being gentle for our first time, not
by a long shot. He was rough, angry, desperate....

And exactly what
I needed.

I screamed out
his name, dragging my nails down his back. He had me so frenzied with need for
him that I was sure I was going to dissolve and fall into oblivion. The only
way I could stay whole was by clinging to him, clutching with my legs, my arms,
my hands, my fingers...my teeth.

I bit down into
his neck. He growled and coiled my ponytail into his fist and we moved in
unison, each one making the other vulnerable.
 

"I want to
feel you come now, Monique," he rasped against my earlobe. "God,
you're so tight and hot, you need to come right now before I lose it,
baby." He rolled his hips, dragging his pelvis against my swollen nub,
then thrusting savagely. I shrieked, wanting to give over to that new
sensation, but something inside of me was still holding back, still worried and
vulnerable. If I let go with Tanner inside of me, facing me, watching me with
those fathomless eyes, I would lose something of myself and I wasn't sure if I
knew how to get it back.

"Dammit,
Tanner," I whispered. "Don't tell me what to do."

He paused
mid-thrust and cupped his hand around my throat. "Why not?" he asked,
rolling his hips and dragging another moan from my ragged throat. "You're
mine, aren't you?"

"No," I
moaned. My desire was a tightly coiled thing in my chest, hot and filled and
ready to burst wide open.

"Say you're
mine, Monique. You have to be. Because I'm yours, through and through. You own
me, baby. You've owned me since you first smacked me down in my driveway,"
He thrust shallowly now, pumping his hips as rapid as a butterfly's wings. The
feeling was exquisitely painful. "Now say it."

"Fuck
you."

"Say
it!"

"Ah God, I'm
yours, I'm yours!"

The minute I said
it, my orgasm broke free, shattering the fragile bonds that held it together
and exploding outward into a fireball of pleasure that coursed through me. I
screamed and cursed as I burned up from the inside out, panting against his
skin as tears came to my eyes. I had never been more confused, more vulnerable,
and yet more complete than I was right now.

"That's
right, now look at me with those eyes. I want to see you." Tanner's breath
was coming in short, shallow gasps. When I opened my eyes and saw him staring
at me, his face contorted and he let out an animal sound. Burying his face into
my neck, he came with a roar, spending himself furiously inside of me with a
thrust so savage I felt he would break me in half. I screamed, clutching his
hair in my fists, and we shuddered out the last vestiges of pleasure, milking
each other for everything we had left to give.