He was aroused. And I was the woman arousing him. No, more. I was driving him insane.
It was a rush. I felt powerful, sexy. I felt-hot. I opened my mouth over his cock and drove it straight down my throat.
He roared. His arms and legs jerked so strongly I heard the creak of bent posts. The curtains sagged around us but I barely noticed. With his erection down my throat I swallowed.
His hips came off the bed. His pained bellow nearly deafened me. His cock erupted in spasms so strong I had to back off or drown. Semen spurted onto his belly. He didn’t seem to notice, his expression hitting nine-point-oh on the Twyla scale.
Well damn. Maybe I was some sexy bitch.
Finally his eruptions subsided. When his eyes opened a lifetime later they were rolling. “O Theos mou. You are an angel. A tigress. More, my mistress.”
In my hand, his cock filled and lengthened until it was bigger than before. “But you-that’s impossible. Unnatural.”
A small smile curved his lips. “Preternatural, perhaps. More?” His bedroom eyes trailed stardust down my body to the juncture of my thighs, leaving no doubt what he’d like more to be.
Oh, yeah. Me, too. I swabbed off his stomach with one of the bed’s multitudes of pillows, enjoying the way his abs bunched and flattened.
Then I tossed aside the pillow and stripped out of my clothes.
In response his monster cock rose straight from his body, a tall and proud skyscraper. I put palms to pecs and straddled him, gingerly-at that size it was like mounting a really tall bike. His erection nudged my thigh as I mounted. I pinched his nipple. “Stop that.” Who was in charge here?
He just smiled.
I guided him to my vulva and locked the head in place. Returning both palms to his chest, I looked him in the eye.
He was still smiling. With a sudden, sharp jerk, he thrust three inches inside me.
I had to struggle against spasms of delicious response. “I said stop that.” Hooking my insteps over his thighs, I bore down with my entire weight. Probably not enough to really stop him if he chose to go all dominant on me-not even the ties could keep his monstrous strength completely subdued. Nor did I want them to. I just wanted to channel that power, and that only for now.
He was still smiling. So I said, “Behave well, or I’m getting off.” The smile disappeared and he subsided obediently.
I took my time sinking onto his pole, because it tortured him and because my own arousal climbed with every inch. By the time I got halfway down I was shivering and he was purring. Each inch by slow inch went in with slick fullness. By the time I felt his head nudge my cervix, I was trembling. He was growling.
“Make yourself come.” Nikos’s hot eyes flicked down to where even I could see my clitoris, rising hard and crimson from my curls. “Do it.”
My breath caught. “Ask nicely, and maybe I will.” I honestly didn’t think he’d ask. I didn’t think he was capable of it.
So it really undid me when he purred, “Please, mistress. Masturbate while you sit on my cock.” His voice was deep and rough and got under my skin like psychic needles of lust. Automatically my hand went to my nub. His responding purr was so loud it rattled my bones.
“Hey. None of that vampire coercion of yours.” I stopped my hand inches from my clit and started to get off him.
He groaned. “Please, Twyla. Your channel is so hot I am burning. Your pearl is so swollen and red it cries to me. Ride me, mistress. Your breasts are beautiful as they bounce. Ride me while you pinch your nipples and stroke your precious pearl. Come for me, Twyla. Please.”
I slid back onto him and, self-conscious, stroked my clit. His erection jacked up one size. I stroked again and he groaned. I started pumping my hips as I stroked again and a sound escaped his throat that in a lesser man would have been a whimper.
That unlocked whatever reservations I felt. If I could make Nikos whimper, it was good-and I was doing it. I put one hand to my nipple and the other to my sex and stroked myself to fever pitch.
Nikos watched with hot eyes, his fangs growing long, his cock swelling even fatter inside me. His chest pumped up and his hands were almost white from pulling against the ties. Not to escape. No, to keep himself from moving, not wanting to distract me, his total focus on my every act.
I could move, and I did with abandon. Seeing my arousal stoke his, I pinched my nipple and fondled my pussy and stroked myself eagerly on his fat cock. I got so turned on I forgot myself and grabbed handfuls of male chest and started to ride him hard.
I pumped myself on him until I was panting, he was panting, and our bones were rattling. Under my hands his chest flushed with sex rash. His nipples were tight as pins.
“Twyla…love…can’t stop. I’m coming.” He threw his head back, jaw clenched, obviously in extremes. “You’re making me come.”
“Then come, damn it.” I clutched my pussy muscles screamingly tight and slammed myself into his body like a jackhammer.
Roaring even louder than before, he arched back, a muscular rearing stallion, driving himself so far into me my throat hurt. I exploded just as he did, in hard waves of pleasure that nearly ripped me apart.
Nikos cried out. “Theos-your tight sheath is milking me. I come…more…again.” He writhed under me as if dying. His face was clenched as if in agony. His hips bucked.
I held on through it all, destroyed by my own orgasm.
When it was over I slumped limp onto Nikos’s slick body. His heart beat hard in my ear, slowly returning to normal. I wished I could.
Before, he was intriguing-and safe. I’d poke at him, he’d ignore me.
Now that I’d gotten his fierce attention, though…Nikos was a conqueror, plain and simple. Hot water to the wool sweater of my ego. It was already shrunk enough.
A deep voice rumbled against my skull. “You will like living at the apartment with me.” A big hand started rubbing my back.
My eyes slid open. Scraps of tie decorated the bent bedposts. Nikos could have freed himself at any time. Control was an illusion. There was a lesson in that somewhere. “What apartment?”
“Emersons’.”
“I already like…living-I’m not moving in with you!” I sat up, pushing against the only solid surface-which happened to be his huge chest. It only proved my point. He was the kind of male who’d roll right over a woman. If I had inadequacy issues before, he’d make me feel like a bug under the Statue of Liberty. “We slept together once. A couple times. Whatever! It doesn’t mean we’re going to live together.”
“Twyla.” Nikos sat up easily to take my face in both hands. His sable eyes searched mine. “This was about giving you strength, not stealing it.” He kissed me, softly. For such a big man he could be amazingly gentle. “We’ll talk of hearts later. Have you laid any plans for battle?”
“What? Me? Why should I-”
His dark look cut me off. And that was the Spartan general too. Never accepting anything less than a soldier’s best.
“All right, wait. Let me think.” I tried to imagine myself the warrior Nikos thought me. Tried to pretend I had as much to contribute as everyone else. Hell, it was better than thinking about hearts. “Do you have your computer? I can show you what I know about the Magie company I set Aylmer up with. Klaus. Whoever.” I did a face-palm. “Now I understand why Aylmer had me use Jones instead of his real name. Damn, there’s so much I’m missing. Maybe you can fill in the blanks with some translations.”