Exquisite Danger (18 page)

That was all it took. Next thing I knew I was on my back with a very concerned Smoke kneeling between my legs, his face close enough to my wet sex that his breath felt cool on my heated flesh. He made a soft groaning sound. “Baby, I forgot how tender you are.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look at me. “Smoke, you didn’t hurt me. I’m okay. I’m still a little new to this.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’ll take it...”

If the next words coming out of his mouth were to tell me that he wouldn’t fuck me hard like I craved I was going to punch him. He started this fire burning inside of me. He was the one who addicted me to his touch, and I was damn sure he was gonna give me his cock even if I had to tie him up, blindfold him, and then cover him in edible body oil and ride him until he was speaking in tongues.

Hmm, that might be fun. Lots of fun.

I didn’t realize how deep I was into the fantasy of dominating Smoke until he nipped my clit and I screamed.

“What the hell!”

With a soft growl, he gently stroked my swollen labia. “Damn it. You’re aroused and wet as hell, but I can tell that I fucked you too rough last night. I was too hard on you. Baby…you gotta tell me what you were thinking about when you went all quiet. Your pussy started to contract and your hips began to press just into the air like your body was about to take my cock. I watched you drip on the bed. I gotta know what the fuck you were thinking about so I can make whatever fantasy you found so hot come true. Nothing you can say is too dirty for me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and blush, shocked by how honest he expected me to be. Still, he had a point. He’d been pretty open with me about what he wanted to do with me while I still avoided talking about it if I could. It was just so…intimate.

“I was thinking about forcing you to eat my pussy.”

His grin was all delicious evil and full of soul-damning sin. “Do you want me to fight you?”

“No,” I said quickly. “No, I just want to…to make you eat me. To know that you’re being forced to do it, even if you really aren’t. This is so hard to explain. Just forget it.”

“Hey now. Don’t get upset. If I know what you want, I’ll give it to you. But first,” he cuddled me close and nuzzled my throat, “I need to reward you for being so honest with me.”

I happily sighed and rolled my head to the side, exposing my heated pulse to his mouth. “Fuck yeah.”

He laughed against my throat, and I would have hit him except he palmed my entire pussy and gripped me hard. The feeling was beyond superb, and I let out a soft whine. Still chuckling, he rubbed the heel of his hand over my clit while I gripped his hair. A low groan vibrated through his body over mine, and I reveled in giving myself over to his attentions and completely devoted myself to him. In the middle of all the intense lust mixed with love, I felt calm, safe, protected. The first inhalation against his warm skin filled me and I drew in a greedy lungful of his scent.

“You smell so sweet,” he murmured against my throat, “but you taste all dark and tangy, like sex. I’m so fuckin’ addicted to you.”

I couldn’t even tell him the feeling was mutual because his clever fingers where petting and caressing my sex, exploring how wet I was and teasing me until I wanted to snap.

My moans and efforts to get him to touch me harder were having no effect and I was beginning to get pissed off.

“Smoke,”—I was trying not to pant—“touch me.”

He waited until I looked at him and when our gazes met he said in a deep, utterly seductive tone, “Make me.”

The shudder that went through me almost pitched me straight into orgasm, but Smoke leaned back and wrenched my thighs open, preventing my climax and leaving me desperate to come.

He ran his tongue over his teeth while he stared down at me. “If you want me, you’re gonna have to take me. That little pussy of yours needs a gentle touch so I’m gonna make love to you nice and easy, but first you’re gonna ride my face until you come all over me.”

I thought clapping my hands and yelling for joy might be poor bedroom manners, but that didn’t mean I didn’t give Smoke a huge smile. For a moment, he just stared at me, frozen, then he did a slow blink and smiled back at me. The dark lust was still there in his gaze, but it was banked for a moment by love. His affection poured into me, his amazingly strong will filling up the cracks in my soul the world had dealt me.

“On your back.” I helped him along by giving him a push and my clit throbbed with anticipation.

While I didn’t want to tie him up, I wanted those talented hands on me, and I couldn’t wait to grind myself on his mouth.

Bad.

He tried to turn his face away when I attempted to straddle him, but I held his hair and got into a position that used leverage to my advantage. Not that he was putting up a real fight. It was token at best, but oh, God it made me hot. When I glanced behind me I found his erection dripping with pre-cum. Maybe after I came I’d lick it off his belly then lick him. The thought was somehow dirty to me, and I sucked on my lips while turning my attention back to the lovely view of Smoke’s face between my legs.

His eyes were closed and I loved how long his eyelashes looked against his cheeks. I brushed my fingertips over his lashes. “Keep your eyes closed.”

To my surprise he obeyed, and when I lowered my pussy over his mouth he twitched beneath me, but didn’t make any move to pleasure me.

I hissed in frustration before rubbing my wet sex over his lips. “Eat my pussy.”

His lips remained stubbornly closed.

Bracing my hands on the headboard, I tilted my hips and slowly circled my clit against his mouth. “If you make me orgasm hard enough, I’ll make sure you come just as hard.”

He laughed softly against my labia, and I shivered over him, no longer feeling the least bit in control as his big hands clamped down on my hips.

“Well then, I better make sure I please my little Mistress.”

A strangled cry was my only reply as he zeroed in on my clit, quickly driving me almost to climax before he backed off.

Oh shit. He was going to make me pay for my momentary burst of dominance. My man loved control and knowing he was in charge of my pleasure. If I was being honest, giving myself over to him felt as natural as breathing. I loved submitting to him, and he always rewarded me with such wonderful devotion…after my punishment.

Damn.

Sure enough, he continued his oral assault on me, sucking on my clit until I was gripping his head with my thighs. My muscles were tight and his mouth on me was bliss, licking and sucking until I rocked myself against his tongue. Then he totally backed off and used his superior strength to hold me up and away from him just enough to tease me with little glancing licks.

I was about one more tease away from putting him into a submission hold so I could finally get off, but I didn’t know if the pain would kill his erection. That would suck.

By now, the shameless harlot inside of me was in firm control, and I begged Smoke to fuck me, to lick me, just do something to make me climax.

His breath stroked over the skin of my wet sex as he whispered, “Time to go for a ride.”

I let out a loud squeak as he plucked me off his face and positioned me to straddle his hips like I was a rag doll. When he threw me around like this it made me hotter. When I grasped his thick shaft and gave it a couple strokes before sliding him slowly inside of me, we both shivered. He watched me so intently, looking from where we were joined, up my body and to my face. The muscle in his jaw flexed while he reached up and palmed my breasts, letting their heavy weight rest in his hands before caressing them with a low sigh.

“Gently, baby, or you’re gonna be walking around with an ice pack between those pretty legs.”

I had to resist the urge to ride him like a bucking bronco, and instead, shifted ever so slightly, gripping him with my internal muscles. I was a little sore but not raw, and when I placed my hands on his chest and slowly slid up, my body automatically clenched down on him, trying to keep him inside of me. Smoke was right. I was greedy for him, and I intended to gorge myself on his love and lust.

Our rhythm was easy, almost relaxing, but it only seemed to make every move all the more perfect. Every inch of my skin tingled and buzzed like I was standing in the middle of a fierce lighting storm. My body was too small to contain my emotions, and I found it was getting easier and easier to give myself over to Smoke all the way and trust him with everything I had. It was a wonderful, blissful feeling to surrender myself to him. As I looked down into his unguarded gaze I wondered if he felt the same.

Gripping my hips lightly, Smoke snarled at me and tilted my pelvis so I wasn’t sitting straight upright, but rather curved over him so more of our torsos touched. A droplet of sweat gleamed as it ran down his cheek and I leaned forward, pressing our bodies flush while I licked the sweat from his warm skin. The taste of him exploded on my tongue and caused my body to tighten sending me rushing to my orgasm. Normally, Smoke seemed to like to control my climaxes, but today he let me rub myself against him with abandon as long as I kept the movements slow and gentle.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, our combined scent cocooning us while the sunlight further warmed my skin. The strong lines of his broad shoulders flexed and rippled, physical representations of the power and discipline of this man. His determination was reflected in everything he did and in all of his interactions with other people, including me. I loved the hell out of it when he controlled me in the bedroom, but there was something to be said for the slow slide of our skin together, for the way he kept whispering my name, calling me baby, each precise movement devastatingly gentle.

His thick cock stroked me over and over, driving me higher until he held me imprisoned in his arms while I strained to go faster and harder, to fuck my orgasm out.

“You wanna come for me,” he growled out and I smiled against his skin, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist the need to own my release.

“I want to squeeze down on your cock and take you with me.”

He tensed beneath me and began to circle his hips while I continued to ride him just a little bit faster, enough that I entered that hyperaware state where everything became more—more intense, more beautiful, more everything. Time shifted and stretched like pulled taffy while we made love. Just when I thought I couldn’t take this leisurely pace anymore, he gripped my hair and forced me to look at him.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Smoke.”

“Who do you love?”

“You, Miguel.”

The chords of his neck stood out when he lifted his head to mine and kissed me, as the perfect angle of his muscled groin rubbed against my hard clit just right. Fierce waves of pleasure overtook me. Each muscle twitch sent more gratification through my nerve endings, until I shouted his name and writhed on top of him while he held me as tight as he could and emptied himself in me.

The noises he made while he came were enough to arouse me all over again even as I drifted down from my own blissful orgasm. Resting my cheek on his chest I absently stroked the sparse hair on his arms, humming to myself while I enjoyed my post orgasmic bliss. I felt so connected to him, so loved, and I was trying with all my might to avoid thinking about the day to come. The small, scared, dependent part of me my father had tried so hard to destroy wanted to spend the rest of the day hiding here with my man, but I knew Smoke would never allow that.

Sure enough, his muscles flexed beneath my cheek as he sighed. “Time to get up, sweetheart. We have a brunch we need to get to and a traitor to catch.”

His perfect, bronze skin gleamed in the sunlight, and I let out an appreciative sigh as he stood. He really was too fucking hot for his own good. “You think one of them is a spy?”

“The old ladies?”

“Yeah.” I walked into the bathroom to quickly wash the remains of our activities away with a brief shower.

There was silence while I cleaned up, and by the time I came back, he was looking at his cell phone with a frown, busily typing something.

Whatever he was reading wasn’t making him happy if the anger coming off of him was any indication, and I tensed as well, my body reacting to his non-verbal language. I watched him begin to pace, and my pulse picked up, throwing off the lingering afterglow from good sex. The only time my man paced was when he was struggling to hold back some strong emotion, usually rage.

Fear tried to worm its way further into my heart, but I concentrated instead on getting dressed in a pair of cute jeans, with elaborate stitching on the back pockets, and a lovely orange and pink bra that matched my panties. When he growled, I turned my back and tried to apply my lip gloss with a shaking hand, before giving up and watching in the mirror as Smoke paced behind me. When I’d first met him, I would have wanted to stop him from pacing, to try to calm him down, but now I knew him well enough to realize that this was his form of downloading. For Smoke, his ground-eating strides somehow soothed him, so I left him alone and slipped on my wrist cuffs, admiring the gleam of silver in the sunlight coming in through the partially opened shades and sheer, white curtains.

A harsh sigh escaped him when he finally stilled and met my eyes in the mirror. “It’s not outside the realm of possibility that one of them may be a traitor.”

As soon as the word traitor left Smoke’s lips, memories of my father lecturing me on how traitors were the lowest of the low, the scum of the earth, raced through my mind. If there was a rat among the old ladies, I was gonna find her, fear of meeting new people or not. I would find a way to get through this and bring us a huge leap forward in my efforts to get this fucking hit off my head, and bring Sarah home. With this in mind, I turned back to look Smoke in the eye and he grinned. With his words, the training from my dad kicked in, and I gave him a slow nod as my mind shifted from ‘Swan, the woman’ to ‘Swan, the battle-trained survivor’.

“What do you want me to do?”