Luscious - Lexi Blake Page 0,40
that place, either. I was raised by elite military schools, and they weren’t the kindest of parents. I did my duty, but with the singular exception of my brother Adam, I didn’t find a true friend until I actually got out into the Army. I liked the men and women in my unit. They were real and they spoke their minds and I didn’t have to worry about what was going on under their words. By then I’d already married Elise and I knew it was a mistake. I was more attracted to outspoken women, but I couldn’t call it quits. I love your nipples. I love how tight they get for me.”
He sucked one inside and she got the suspicion that this “playing” he wanted to do was akin to torture. She was wet and ready and it seemed so different this time. She was already feeling some pleasure and he wasn’t even touching her down there.
“I don’t know how to do anything other than speak my mind.” What was he doing? Where was his hand going? Why did her whole body feel like a taut bow waiting to go off?
Something hard slid against her pelvis and even without the aid of her eyes, she nearly saw stars.
“Did you like that?” Macon asked.
“God, yes.”
“I like it, too, but if I rub against you too much, I’ll go off and I want to make this last.”
Oh, god. That had been his cock. He’d slid his hard erection up against her and it had felt like heaven. “We could do it twice. I have complete faith in your ability to do it twice in one night.”
That earned her a sharp nip from his teeth. She whimpered but couldn’t move due to the massive hunk of man on top of her.
“I think I’ll manage twice, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get what you want when you want it.” He slid down again, his mouth on her belly, tracing a slow line downward. “You’ll get what you want. You’ll get what you don’t even know you want, but it’s going to be on my time, baby.”
His tongue dipped into her navel. She’d never considered her belly button to be an erotic zone, but warmth pooled there and she was restless. Anxiety made her try to squirm but it wasn’t because she was afraid. Had any other man taken away her sight and pinned her down, she likely would have tried to fight her way out, but she understood why Macon was doing it. He’d forced her to focus solely on him. All other thoughts had been banished. She wasn’t thinking about how long this would take or whether she’d properly shaved everything she needed to. There was no place for self-consciousness. There was only Macon’s touch, his voice, his will.
“Do you want to keep these on, sweetness? I can make you come without penetration if you’re not ready for that, but I don’t know that once I get these off you I’ll be able to hold back. Maybe we should leave them on as a barrier.”
She didn’t want any barriers between them. Her thinking was frenzied. He was so close and she really thought he was planning on spending time down there and not only with his cock. If Miles ate pussy the way he cooked—slowly, thoughtfully and with great attention to detail—she didn’t want to miss it. She didn’t want to play coy and hope he got the point. He’d pushed her here. He got to deal with it. “Please take them off. Please touch me there. God, I swear if you don’t put your mouth on me, I’ll die.”
The bed moved again, but instead of pulling them off her, he ripped them. The sound of fabric tearing made her breath catch.
“You don’t need those. I don’t want you to wear them around me. I want you to walk around Top in your black skirt and know that I can have you at any moment. Every other man in the place will be looking, but I’m the only one who knows that I can flip your skirt up and be inside you in a second.” Heat hovered over her pussy and she could feel his whiskers against the soft flesh of her thighs. He didn’t have a full beard. He always shaved in the morning, but by evening his masculine face was covered in a sexy five-o’clock shadow. He pressed her thighs apart, exposing her. She couldn’t see him, but