Ride Rough - Tessa Layne Page 0,44

dare accuse me of that ever again. Clear?"

"And if I do?" she challenged, energy rising through her.

Trace's eyes narrowed. "Do you want a demonstration?" His voice took on a sharp, dark edge.

A quiet little moan escaped her lips and she nodded, heart pounding, instinctively knowing what was coming, and welcoming it. In one smooth move, he gathered her up and twisted so he was sitting at the edge of the bed and she was spread across his lap, ass high. The first smack hit her before she was prepared. She squeaked, squirming on his lap as heat radiated straight to her clit. "Is this what you want?" His hand landed on her other cheek, closer to the top of her thigh, sharp enough to sting and to elicit a breathy response, but not hard enough to truly hurt. She nodded, amazed at the knot of heat building in her pussy. Yes. It was the perfect kind of hurt.

"Say it," he gritted, delivering another stinging slap.

Again, the words piled up in her mind, burning her tongue, but she couldn't say them.

"I'm not a mind reader, Cecilia." Smack.

She cried out at the sound of her name. Smack.

Her clit rubbed against his thigh every time his hand made contact with her ass, driving her closer and closer to a climax that was certain to shatter her. "Please," she moaned.

Slap. "Please, what?" Another pause, another smack. "Cecilia?"

"Oh god, I'm so close." She couldn't stop trembling she was so aroused. Just one more and she'd come. She was sure of it.

Above her, Trace sighed heavily and pulled her off his lap. She nearly cried from the loss of him. But she wasn't bereft for long. He pushed her onto her back, and climbed over her, cock once again hot and insistent at her entrance. He brushed the hair from her face, and clasped her cheeks, tracing a thumb across her lower lip. "Whatever you want, I will give you. Nothing is too much. I can be as dirty or vanilla as you want. But I need you to tell me what you want and how you want it."

Cecilia's heart jumped to her throat. From the look in his eyes, it was like he was offering her the moon. Hell, maybe he was. How many nights in college or in Chicago had she dished with girlfriends about inept or selfish lovemaking? Yet the thought of asking for what they wanted or needed, had been utterly scandalous and completely off-limits. That wasn't how things were done. And yet... why not? Her cheeks flamed at the stream of conscious thoughts racing through her head. She shut her eyes, defenses weakening with every breath.

"Cecilia." A plea this time. "I promise I won't say no. Let me love you."

She could barely hear his words over the buzzing in her ears. Let me love you. Had she heard right? Her eyes flew open, searching him. He was still with her, eyes warm and soft, face gentle, mouth still oh, so tempting. "I... I like how you say my name," she mumbled, body heating with mortification.

"Cecilia." There was a smile in his voice this time.

Her mouth crooked up. "Like that. It..." she sucked in a quick breath, mustering her courage, "makes me wet."

A low chuckle shook his ribs, and he brushed his mouth across hers. "Now we're getting somewhere. What else?"

Her pulse rocketed at the thoughts that began to tumble from her mouth. "I liked the spanking. A lot."

"Noted."

"It was fucking perfect," she blurted.

"And she swears, too," he answered wryly. "Don't worry, it's part of your appeal," he rushed to reassure her.

She bit her lip, gazing up at him. He groaned and kissed her again, more deeply. "And I, love it when you look at me that way. It just about kills me. In a good way," he added quickly.

Cecilia took a big breath. "I like the teasing. But I also want biting, not too hard, but enough. And I want your mouth on me."

"Where?"

"Everywhere. Especially the important places."

"Which are?"

"You're really going to make me say them?" The look in his eye said yes. Definitively. Dear lord, he was going to make her utter every single word considered bad or off-limits. "Fine." Her hackles rose. She'd speak them just to curl his toes. Looking him straight in the eye, she laid it out. "I like oral. A lot, but not with a pokey tongue like you're just trying to get through it. I want your tongue to make love to my pussy