“Oh yeah. I’ve been dreaming about this for days. Weeks. Fucking your mouth. Oh man, I wish you could see how sexy you look.”
He stared down at her, watching himself disappear between her lips. When she moved, he could also see the swell of her breasts, those plump nipples stabbing the air.
“I’m going to eat you, baby. Lick that clit and suck you until you come. And then I’m going to finally fuck that ass. You’re mine, Sydney. And it’s time you knew it.”
Dylan had given him a plan his mother would have been horrified by. Because it involved a lot of fucking. Sydney needed more than emotional crap, they had realized. The woman needed sex. She was a lot like him in so many ways. A lot of her issues with her mother revolved around intimacy, the communion between a man and a woman, the loss of a father figure. The need for a strong man in her life. Dylan was at times an ass, but he knew his stuff.
Sydney needed to belong to Derrick, even as she was afraid of tying herself to him.
Fucking, to her, meant acceptance. And then he’d have to prove he wasn’t leaving. The key to winning his woman’s heart would be sticking around for the long term while he loved her into admitting how she felt.
And damn if she wasn’t loving him right now. She took him deeper into her mouth. To his shock, he couldn’t stop pumping his hips.
“Sydney, I’m gonna fill that pretty mouth. And then I need to fuck your tits. Oh baby.”
She ran her hands down his thighs and back up, prodding him to widen his stance. He moved his feet, and then her hands pushed past his thighs to his balls and slid along his perineum. A finger crept to his hole, and he surged harder down her throat.
“Wait, baby. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— Oh fuck.” Her finger pushed into his anus and he lost his fucking mind. “Syd, yeah. Oh yeah.”
He came hard, releasing down her throat while she played him like a well-tuned instrument. The orgasm had caught him by surprise, and he groaned when she continued to shove her finger deeper. He’d had a few girlfriends play with his ass, but nothing like this. And he’d never been so hard or come so long during a blowjob.
She removed her finger, finally.
“Jesus.” Suddenly super-sensitive, he shivered and pulled out of her mouth. With shaky hands, he tucked himself back into his pants.
She licked the drop of come that had landed on her lip and smiled up at him.
He couldn’t help it. The sight of those large blue eyes dark with joy—because she’d pleasured him—pulled the confession out of him. “I love you, Sydney.”
The smile on her lips froze.
“I love you,” he said again, no longer trying to hide it. The alarm on her face gave him an idea, and the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. He’d use the truth to break her down. But first thing’s first… “Now let me show you.”
Before she could argue, like he knew she would, he pulled her up and walked her back to the bed. In seconds he had her naked except for her garters, heels and hose. Then he pushed her. Her legs hit the bed and she fell onto her back, her knees bent, her heels on the floor.
The perfect position for what he had in mind.
Sydney felt a sudden panic urging her to get the hell out of there. He’d said love. The word that had been the Fields family downfall for years. The few times Sydney had let herself love a man, he’d ended up leaving. Whenever her mother had fallen for one of her many men, she’d suffered inevitable disappointment. And Sydney would share in the downward spiral, watching her mother cry and moan and finally stir herself back into available mode. An unhappy cycle she’d never seen broken.
A relationship with Derrick was all well and good. Sydney had no problem enjoying him. They had fun. He was sexy. He—
“Oh, God.”
His mouth clamped onto her clit and he sucked, licking and teasing with a hunger that pulled her straight out of her panic and into a world where nothing existed but feeling. The warmth of his mouth, the brush of his fingers between her thighs and up, gliding along the slick folds of her flesh.
His thumbs teased through her arousal, edging near but not penetrating her empty channel. She squirmed in his hold, needing more. Always needing more.
Sydney hated the emptiness, but this climb wouldn’t end in disappointment. Derrick would give her what she needed. She trusted he would, until he left. The way they always did.
“No, damn it, stay with me.” He leaned up over her and kissed her, fusing his mouth to hers so that she tasted herself on his lips. His tongue played her, licking and stroking while he teased and tormented her breasts with hands that never stopped.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, wanting him.
“Not yet. Not until you’re ready.”
She tried to grab him but he wouldn’t let her. He pinned her hands to her sides and once more made his journey south. Past her neck and breasts, leaving small bites down her belly. She shuddered under his tongue and teeth, caught in a lust so extreme she couldn’t think.
“I love your body. So soft but strong. You’re mine, baby. Time you understood what that means.” He continued lower, coming to her pussy once more, where he feasted until she was breathless, squirming with desire.
He finally relented and shoved a finger inside her, then two.
“I’m coming. Derrick, yes.”
With a hard push, he thrust his fingers deeper, stroking inside her with an unrelenting drive that pushed her over the edge. She crested her climax, unable to do more than ride the wave as her body came apart under his touch.
He gentled his hands and mouth, kissing her through the intensity. The rapture stole her breath away and she had a hard time coming down.
“That’s it.” He kissed his way up to her belly, then leaned over her, his gaze intense, hungry. She shivered, wondering if they were done, embarrassed that she’d come so quickly.
“Wow. I guess I needed that.” She was boneless, but she needed to force herself to get back to the party. Because if she stayed, he might say the L-word again.
But what scared the hell out of her was that she might say it back.
He smiled and nipped her belly. “You have no idea what you need.”
His smug tone unnerved her. Lying almost naked while he still wore his costume put her at a disadvantage. But when she tried to rise, he pushed her back down.
“Excuse me, but I need to get up.”
“Why?” He slowly dragged his weight over her, pinning her to the bed with his body.
His shirt gaped, and he slid over her chest, brushing her nipples and turning them super-sensitive in an instant.
“Damn.” She tried to ignore her body’s returning arousal, but she felt his erection pressing against her belly through his pants. Flattered that she’d gotten him hard again so soon, she nevertheless wanted some time and space to process what had just happened.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” The low growl sent tingles through her. “I have plans for us tonight.”
“Oh?”
He chuckled. “There’s that challenge again. That subtle fuck you I hear when I’m not meeting your standards.”
So he’d figured that out, had he? “You’re smarter than you look.”
He shook his head. “Wish I could say the same for you.” Before she could ask what that meant, the man flipped her to her belly and reached under one of the pillows. He pulled out a long silk scarf and dangled it in front of her.
“What do you say? Wanna play?”
Intrigued and turned on, having always wanted to dip her toe into bondage, she thought about it. She might not like Derrick’s highhandedness from time to time, but in the bedroom, she more than welcomed it. And she trusted him implicitly not to physically hurt her. Emotionally on the other hand…