“Not funny.” She lifted her hips. “Kiss me, Beckett. Kiss me like you mean it.”
He obeyed, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her silk panties. She was so wet he could taste her through the fabric, and he sucked on her clit hard enough to have her back bowing off the bed. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough as long as there was a barrier between them. He caught the band in his teeth and dragged her panties down slowly.
Her eyes flew open and she bent up to watch him, her lips parted. “Oh. My. God.”
He moved slower, revealing her inch by inch, until her panties hit her knees. There, they restrained her the same way her bra did, the pseudo bondage seeming to do as much for her as it did for him. “Someday, I want you tied in red silk…No, in purple the exact shade of your panties.” He parted her with his fingers and used his thumb to circle her clit. “Spread for me. Wet and wanting and desperate for whatever pleasure I’m willing to give you.” He pushed a single finger into her. “I wouldn’t make you wait long, Samara. I’m as desperate for you as you are for me. No power games, no matter how intoxicating, can hold up to that desire.
“I changed my mind.”
He froze. “What?”
“I don’t want your mouth.” She sat up and disentangled herself from her bra. “I want to give you mine.”
Samara pushed Beckett onto his back. She craved the feel of his cock in her mouth. She wanted to make him lose control. Even when he was inside her, driving her out of her mind with pleasure, he kept a part of himself tightly wound. Contained.
She wanted everything he had to give. He’d already seen and accepted her shadows—she wanted to grant him that same gift.
She moved between his thighs and lightly raked her fingers down them. He was as muscled there as he was everywhere else—lean and in fighting shape. She took his cock in her hand and squeezed. “I see you, Beckett King. I accept you.” I think I love you. She couldn’t say it. Not now. Not while so much still hung over their heads.
“Samara…” A muscle twitched in his jaw as she gave him another stroke. “You don’t have to.”
It didn’t matter if he meant giving him head or accepting whatever sins he carried within him. Neither of them was perfect, but that might just be what made them work. “I have you. Relax. Give it all to me.”
He huffed out a strangled laugh. “There isn’t going to be much relaxing with my cock so close to your mouth.”
“Mmm.” She leaned down and sucked the head of him into her mouth. Even if Samara hadn’t planned on giving Beckett the show of a lifetime, the look in his brown eyes would have inspired her to do exactly that. He looked like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver and watching a mountain of a wave descend upon him. Lost. Found. All at the same time.
She lifted her head enough to repeat, “Give it all to me.” And then his cock was between her lips and she sucked him down, down, down. Beckett’s thighs tensed beneath her hands, and he sifted his fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face.
“Fuck, Samara, you should see the picture you make. Suck me hard.”
The command sent a bolt of lightning through her. She loved this, loved the push and pull between them, loved handing over control, if only for a little while. Beckett’s cock was wide and long enough that she had to concentrate to take all of him. She relaxed into it, running her tongue along the underside of him, reacquainting herself with every centimeter. Sheer pleasure threatened to send her spiraling and it was only his hands in her hair that kept her anchored in that moment. With him.
His grip tightened and he lifted her off his cock. “You keep sucking me so sweetly, I’m going to lose control and start fucking your pretty little mouth.”
She licked her lips, loving the way he followed the movement. It made her thighs clench together and pleasure throb through her clit. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” She needed him wild for her. She needed him to lose control.
“Samara—”
She was tired of talking. She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue and sucked him down again. Before, she’d been playing—enjoying giving Beckett head for the sake of being able to do it again—but if he had half a chance, he’d stop her before she was finished. She sucked him hard, using her hand to counterstroke in the way she knew he loved. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, gently squeezing in counterpoint to what she did with her lips and tongue.
“Fuuuuck.”
The word was her only warning. One second she was going for broke, the next she was on her back with Beckett’s mouth on hers. He wrenched her legs wide and thrust against her, his cock sliding over her clit. “Wicked woman.” He lifted her hips to fit them more tightly together. “You want my cum? You have to fucking earn it.”
She couldn’t catch her breath. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. Samara raked her nails down his back, urging him closer. “I was earning it.”
“Not yet.” He nipped her neck and then sucked the spot hard. “I love the sight of you taking me deep, but it’s not your mouth I’m craving right now.” He reached between them and shoved two fingers into her. She clamped around him instinctively, and he groaned. “It feels like you’re trying to hold me to you.”
“I am.” She couldn’t think past his fingers filling
