“All yours.” He guided her hips with a firm touch. “Ride me, Sera. Harder.”
“Harder,” she agreed, bracing herself on his shoulders. Her knees dug into the bed on either side of his hips as she pushed up and drove back down, moaning every time she took him deep. “You can’t fuck me hard enough. I want to feel you for days.”
“You will.” He chased her nipple with his tongue and thrust up to meet the next rock of her hips. “If you forget, I’ll fuck you again.”
“Yes.” Her body tensed under his hands, and she threw her head back and froze. “Fuck, too soon—I’m gonna come too soon—” No such thing as too soon, not tonight. Julio grazed her nipple with his teeth and pinched the other. “First you come, then you scream. Isn’t that what I said?”
Her hips jerked as she moaned in reaction, and apparently that was enough. Her slick body clenched tight around him, over and over as she gasped out choked noises, unintelligible and desperate.
Julio coaxed her through the spasms, then pulled free of her body and let his cock nestle in the cleft of her ass. “You’re so hot when you come.”
“You’re hot when I come too.” Her forehead thumped against his shoulder, and she shivered.
“I’m not a very good submissive, I guess. I lost it.”
“There isn’t only one way to be, Sera.”
“I get scratchy when the coyote’s too close to the surface. As long as you don’t mind…” She licked the throbbing spot on his throat and laughed. “Though if you’d thrown me face-down on the bed, that would have worked for me too.”
He hummed in her ear. “Through with me already?”
“No…” A tentative rock of her hips, her ass rubbing against his shaft. “Are you going to throw me face-down on the bed?” She sounded breathless—and hopeful.
The bottle of lube still lay on the bed alongside the slim vibrator from her case. “On your knees, sweetheart.”
She eased out of his lap and up onto the bed, damn near shaking as she got her knees under her and lowered her elbows to the mattress. Her pussy glistened, and he rubbed his fingers over her before tasting her clit with a quick flick of his tongue.
“Oh damn.” Her voice was ragged, edged with something wild. “Fuck, be careful. This submissive magical bender you keep sending me on gives me a hair-trigger. I think I’ll come if you blink at me too hard.”
He traced his thumb up to her ass, then followed the same path with his tongue. “Blinking isn’t on my agenda.”
She laughed hoarsely, squirming under his touch. “You’ve been staring at my ass for months.
Did I make it into your spank bank?”
He caught her hips and held her still. “Honey, you licking your lips featured heavily in my fantasies.”
“What else?”
“Your tits.” He reached out without looking, found the small bottle with one hand. “I wanted them in my mouth.”
“Every time you came into Dixie John’s, I’d imagine you fucking me. Right there in the restaurant. In the bathroom, over the sink. Or maybe up against the wall where someone could catch us. Fast and dirty—” She groaned and dropped her forehead to the bed. “That was back when I thought you knew the definition of fast.”
Julio warmed the lube on his fingers and began to massage it into her skin. “Is that a complaint, Sinclaire?”
She growled. “That’s a threat, Mendoza.”
“Shh.” He knelt behind her and rubbed his cock over the swell of her ass as he wound one hand in her hair.
“Please.” Her body trembled, and she strained toward him. “You don’t have to be so damn careful. I’m not fragile.”
“You’re not going to die if I go slow, either.”
Her whimpered moan made it clear she didn’t entirely agree, but she didn’t fight his grip on her hip. Instead she waited, body relaxing in degrees as she gave herself over to him. Whether through conscious effort or instinct he couldn’t be sure, but he could almost feel the shift in her as impatience melted into trust, and then heated to anticipation.
Beautiful, pliant—and all his. Julio pressed forward, the head of his cock slowly broaching the tight ring of her ass. “Say it, Sera.”
It took her three tries to get even one word out. “Yours.”
Her body clasped his as he thrust deeper, bending over her to drag his tongue up her spine.
“Beg.”
“More, please. Please—” Her back bowed, and she rested her cheek against the quilt before reaching back to grasp at his thighs. “It’s never enough. I always want more of you. All of you.”
“You have me.” Pleasure cinched tight, clawing at him, and he slipped one hand down, under her body, to stroke her clit. Her hips jerked, grinding down against his fingers as her pleas increased in volume.
A few demanding touches was all it took to make her voice break on a hoarse cry. And when he slipped his thumb inside her, curved it to find that spot that made her shake, she did scream, almost loudly enough to drown out the sound of the quilt shredding under her grasping hands.
One orgasm wasn’t enough, could never be enough, and he told her so in a hoarse whisper as he drove her higher. Harder. She snarled in response, but she still rocked back into his thrusts, meeting each one with a keening moan.
When she came apart again, the clenching shudders of her body were eclipsed by the swell of submissive magic. The truth that words couldn’t encompass, and the thing that pitched him over the edge as surely as the clasp of her body. Mine. Yes.
He managed one more thrust before the tense pleasure gathered at the base of his spine exploded and he came with a shout he muffled against her skin.
She was still trembling when his orgasm subsided, a hoarse whimper escaping her every few seconds. Her hips twitched with each noise, and he could feel the lingering spasms, the aftermath of an overpowering climax.
He had to get off of her, so he rolled to one side and fell to the mattress, pulling her with him.
Sera groaned and tried to ease her hips away from his. “I love you, but I think I’m about to die of orgasms. So you need to not be inside me for a while.”
“Careful.” He slowed her movements, then released her. “And I don’t think you’re about to die.”
She shivered when he slipped free of her body, then rolled onto her stomach. “That’s good.
Dying would mean never getting to do it again. Even if it would be a pretty sweet way to go.”
“If either of us died, the other one would have to actually get up. Presumably.”
“Uh-huh.” She sounded giddy. “The world’s a little fuzzy right now.”
Tomorrow, the traveling—the work—would start again. But tonight… “Doesn’t matter if it’s fuzzy, sweetheart. Not a damn thing to do right now but rest.”
“Mmm.” Twisting, she curled around until her cheek rested on his shoulder. “Let’s pretend we don’t ever have to leave this bed. Just you and me and cuddling and room service. No clothes required.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Words to live by.”
The only problem with the fantasy was that their respite would be short. They could pretend they never had to leave the bed, but it wasn’t true. Sooner rather than later, reality would intrude.
Chapter Thirteen
Ten hours of sleep, two hearty meals and a long drive later, Sera was still floating.
Her flip-flops slapped against the concrete floor in Georgia’s tiniest gas station, and that was the only reason she knew she was touching the ground at all. For all the time she’d joked about going on a submissive bender, she’d never really understood what the reality could be. Not in the moment and not in the aftermath.