From Rags(32)
Author: Suzanne Wright

Moments went by and still he didn’t move. He was so still it was unnerving. She realised he was trying to retain some control. But she didn’t want him controlled, she wanted him the way he was the other night. So she did what would get any predator moving. She began to back away. Sure enough, with each step she took backwards Connor took one forwards.

When the back of Jaxxon’s knees connected with something, effectively stopping her retreat, Connor was upon her. His hands dug into her hair as his lips took command of hers; taking the response he wanted. Each sweep of his tongue against hers sent tingling sensations shooting to her clit. He took the kiss deeper and deeper until he was practically drinking her into him. It both promised and warned her of what was to come. Without parting their lips, he took her by the waist and guided her around whatever had obstructed her backpedalling and then urged her to walk backwards…maybe they took a left somewhere. When he brought them to an abrupt halt, Jaxxon opened her eyes to find herself in – no surprise – his bedroom. Like the other parts of the interior she had glimpsed, the furnishings were all modern and masculine in design. Dominating this room was a big, hulky bed fit for a Sheikh. “Do you have a crown and a harem to go with that?”

He laughed. “You won’t be taking the piss out of it when you’ve laid on it. It’s the softest thing ever.” He ran a fingertip down her cheek. “Except maybe for your skin…which I haven’t seen all of yet.” He raised her arms above her head then slid his hands down her arms to her stomach. Gathering the lacy, red fabric, he peeled the strappy top from her body. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about stripping you like this?” He couldn’t resist thumbing her already taut ni**les through the lacy bra. Tonight there would be no bra between his hands and those br**sts that taunted him. He unclipped the offending contraption and whipped it from her. Then his breath left his lungs in a whoosh. Perfect, plump, high br**sts with puckered tips greeted him.

“Jaxx,” he breathed. The pants needed to go now so he could finally have her naked in front of him. When he let them pool at her feet he groaned. “You weren’t lying.” Commando. And bald. Jesus Christ. “Lie on the bed.” Having kicked off her shoes, she sensually climbed onto it with a catlike grace and sank back into the mattress with one leg out straight and the other bent at the knee. He swallowed heavily at the inviting, erotic, cock-torturing sight. Yes, this was how he had envisioned it would be; her laid out for him to explore and tease and pleasure until she sobbed for him to be inside her. Was that why his need for her was so great, because he had wanted and imagined having her for so long? If that was true, then maybe once he had lived out this very fantasy he could let her go, maybe –

“Your turn to strip,” she announced, snapping him from his thoughts. Jaxxon was only barely resisting the urge to shyly shield herself from his heated gaze. Or to reach out and drag him to the bed. Either would do.

“Not yet.”

“I’m not being naked here all by myself, McKenzie. Get your kit off now.”

Aroused by that assertive tone, he smiled and slowly shed his clothes until he was stood completely naked before her.

Jaxxon’s mouth went dry at the vision in front of her. There didn’t seem to be a part of that blessed body that wasn’t toned. She loved that although he was muscly, he wasn’t stocky or beefy. No, he was just right. Better than ‘just right’. He was the personification of power and raw masculinity and, for tonight at least, he was all hers. His dick was, as usual, standing to attention. And what a dick it was. Looking at it now, she was amazed it had actually fit in her mouth. Involuntarily she licked her bottom lip. It was possible that Connor groaned but she was too engrossed at the sight of his tempting shaft to pay much attention.

“Jaxx?”

Her eyes remained glued on his dick. “Hmm?”

“Jaxx, my face is up here.”

“And your point is?” He laughed and then his face was suddenly in front of hers and his body pressed down on her as he kissed her wildly. She went to curl her arms around his neck but he took her wrists and placed them above her head.

“No touching me yet. It’s my turn now. Keep your hands here.” This kiss was a goodbye kiss, because it would be a while before he was back to ravish those talented lips; he wanted to know this amazing body better than anyone ever had, better than even she knew it. With his hands, mouth, tongue and teeth, he proceeded to explore and pay homage to every inch of her, purposely skipping her br**sts and between her thighs. He discovered other erogenous zones that he tormented and teased. He also learned other things. He found that her neck was so unbelievably sensitive that he could have her bowing from the bed by just exploring that alone. He discovered that licking the length of her spine could make her shudder, laugh and moan all at the same time. And he also found that if he took too long to “get to the good parts” a string of curses would emit from her.

“For God’s sake, Connor, will you leave my f**king belly button the f**k alone and either move up a f**king bit or down a f**king bit!” A moan of relief spilled from her when finally his hands possessively closed over her br**sts as his mouth landed on a nipple and latched on tight. His hands massaged and kneaded while he suckled on the bud and then plucked at it with his teeth. Jaxxon moaned again as she felt a climax building. The bastard had subjected her to a sensual assault, rendering her a bomb waiting to go off.

He lifted his head and pinned her with a look. “Don’t come yet.”

“Like I can help it!” He smiled and it was too cocky and smug for her liking. “Oh you think this is funny, do you?” She abruptly curled her hand around his dick and stroked him. He groaned and she mimicked his smug grin.

Connor placed her hands back above her head. “I told you, no touching me yet. You had your fun in the car.”

“I also made you come.” He kept backing off every time she came close to the edge.

His smile transformed from cocky to wicked. “You’re right. I’m being selfish. You want to come, I’ll make you come.” He slid down her body, nipping and sucking just because.

One lash of his tongue to her clit had Jaxxon’s body bucking. His fingers parted her wet folds and he blew out a long breath, making her entire body quiver. Then he swept that tongue between her folds and swirled it around her clit. She was lost.

“You taste so good,” he groaned. Pinning her restless hips to the bed, Connor feasted on her; lapping, suckling, licking, nipping. He continuously flicked the bud with the tip of his tongue, loving the sounds she made. He couldn’t resist biting on it gently. Then he plunged his tongue deep inside her and stabbed over and over.