Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,1

clit. She glanced at my fist as I stroked my cock to entice an erection. “Do you need to use my mouth?”

Her blatant submissive offer made my dick thicken and harden.

“No, and you know better than to offer that right now.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” She smirked, arching a brow at my hard-on.

Stroking faster, I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not in charge.”

“Not yet, but it won’t be much longer.”

Smart-ass.

Watching me abuse my dick, she licked her lips to urge me on. And dammit, it worked. The sight turned me hard as steel and had my crest begin weeping profusely.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “It’s time.”

I hated not being in control. A feral roar slipped free as I tugged against my mental chains, but even my inner beast, who’d once relished taking charge, knew I didn’t have a choice.

“Fine.” Chest heaving, I started to climb onto the bed.

“Don’t.” Angie’s warning froze me in my tracks. “Move away so I can get off the bed.”

Far away so I couldn’t touch her yet. Where she’d be safe.

With a sharp nod, I took several steps back, until she was well out of my reach.

“Do it,” I instructed.

Without another word, Angie slid off the bed and dragged up the hidden restraints chained to the frame. Then she placed the thick, fleece-lined leather cuffs at each corner of the mattress, watching me like she was unsure.

Since she knew my history, she had good reason to be.

To stop the mental emasculation, I ignored her preparations and skimmed a gaze over her flaring hips, tapered waist, and heavy breasts. The impatient beast inside me snarled to fuck, to take control.

“Hurry,” I growled.

Angie glanced at me, brow raised. “Last night didn’t help much, did it?”

“No. Get out of the way. Now.”

“Easy, Ross.” She took a step back and eyed me warily.

Still wildly stroking my cock, I stormed to the bed and flopped onto my back. Heart pounding, I pressed my head into the pillow and clenched my jaw. “Make them tight.”

With a stare both sympathetic and worried, Angie sat beside me. “I’ve got you. Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Her tone, meant to placate, felt patronizing. Maybe if I’d had more time to slip into a better headspace, I’d be less angry. Maybe if I knew what was up with her weird mood, I’d be less agitated. But knowing this was the last sex I’d have for six fucking months made me volatile. I could feel control slipping through my fingers.

“I can’t relax. Fucking hurry.”

My urgency clearly rattled her because she fucked up and pried my fist off my cock. I clenched my jaw—battling an increasing need to take charge—and forced myself to comply while she raised my arm toward the cuff.

But as Angie leaned over my body to secure the clasp, her pebbled nipple brushed my lips.

My restraint snapped.

Sinking my free hand into her hair, I cinched the soft waves tightly. A guttural roar rolled from my chest as I opened my mouth and latched on to the hard tip, sucking deep.

Angie tensed. “Take your mouth off me, Ross.”

But I couldn’t. I was too far gone. I craved some semblance of control.

“Let go.” Her tone was harsh and commanding, just like I’d taught her. “Now.”

The power surging through me zapped all reason and I bit the taut nub. Her cry, a mix of pleasure and fear, turned my inner beast wild, and I growled as I tugged and devoured her breast.

I was a sick fuck like that.

Her slender fingers clutched my cock. I issued a groan of delight, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Then without warning, she squeezed, twisting my shaft as if trying to turn it into a balloon poodle. Pleasure sliced to pain, and I released her, howling. But Angie didn’t relent. She simply tightened her hold and sent me a stern frown.

“Let go,” I gasped through the rage and pain.

“Not until you’re under control.” Though her voice was low and calm, she couldn’t hide the fear in her eyes.

Fuck.

Guilt spilled through me. I closed my eyes, and though Angie’s hand was still gripping my shaft, I managed to chain down my beast.

“I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

Sending her an apologetic grimace, I nodded.

Releasing me, she stood, this time keeping her distance as she secured my ankles and wrists in the wide leather cuffs. I closed my eyes. I hated watching her fasten me down and strip away my Dominance. Instead, I focused on the smell of the leather, but that only made me ache