Prick Tease (Tangled Desires Book 1) (13 page)

“Good?” I let out a strangled laugh and roll her beneath me. “You’re a little piece of heaven. Any longer and I would have come in your hot little mouth.”

I let go of her only long enough to grab my wallet out of my pocket and find the condom I have stashed there before completely shedding my pants. Then I settle a knee between her thighs, pressing them apart. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I slide my finger over the line of her pussy, grazing her clit with the pad. “All swollen and wet for me.”

She moans, spreads her legs a little more when I press a digit into her, caressing the sensitive spot inside until she’s on the brink again.

“Need you.” She gasps while her hips pump with each glide of my finger on her over-sensitized flesh. “Want you.”

“You want me?” I only ask because I want to hear her say it again. I want her to tell me how much she wants this. Me, inside her, fucking her over the edge.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, as she arches more firmly against my hand. “Please Razer. Please. Please. Please.”

It takes me a moment to roll the condom over my hard length and when I look up at her, her eyes are huge and round in her face as she stares at my dick and she’s got a firm grip on her lower lip with her teeth. “What is it, sugar?”

“You’re not small.” She kind of stumbles over the word. “I didn’t expect. I didn’t think.”

She shakes her head almost imperceptibly, then reaches out to pull me to her. I screw up my brow. There’s something in her expression I can’t quite fathom. Something that yanks in my chest a little bit. I settle over her, the head of my cock pressed against her entrance. She’s so hot and wet and the temptation to push into her and roll with the moment is almost too much to resist. Instead I take my time claiming her mouth until her hips buck to mine and then I push forward, impaling myself in her. Feeling how hot and tight she is as she tenses around me.

“Wait.” She whispers, her voice hitching because it’s already too late. She lays rigid beneath me, her muscles tight around me. If she hadn’t gone so tense I wouldn’t have known.

“Shit.” I don’t think anything has ever shocked me more than Claire has in this minute. That tightness in my chest contracts, magnifies. I clasp her face between my hands, stroke the pad of my thumb over her creamy skin, blooming pink under my touch. There’s something so fucking wrong with me I can’t put a name to it. All I know is the sting of her keeping this secret from me doesn’t even dent the stupid ridiculous pride surging through me. I scowl down at her, try to anyway, but all I can see is how much this girl means to me, and how I have no business taking her virginity.

“Claire?” I can’t even keep the tenderness out of my voice. “What the hell have you done?”

Her eyes shine, her breath coming in little pants as we lay frozen, entwined. She turns her face to the side, refusing to look at me. “I didn’t think.”

Her words slap into me. She didn’t think. She’s regretting doing this with me. I don’t blame her. Hell, I tried to warn her. This attraction between us is wrong, and now she’s going to live with the regret because I couldn’t fight her a little harder.

“Fuck.” I pull out of her, needing to put distance between us. Needing this night not to have happened, because I’m sure as hell not going to be able to put her back in the box I’ve kept her in.

She darts her hands up to my hips, grips them, digging her nails into my skin. The sharp bite of them dug into my flesh, barely dents the swirl of anger erupting in my gut at having been so stupid.

“Razer, please don’t hate me.”

I can’t hate her. If only I could. This would all be so much simpler if I could hate her, or be angry with her, or feel anything other than she’s the one girl I want to belong with and the one girl who I shouldn’t be with. “I don’t hate you, sugar. Wish I could.”

She winces, and I want to smooth my hands over her skin. Ease the pain I can see there.

“Please, Razer. Pretend for tonight that I’m not me, and that I wasn’t…innocent. I want to be with you.”

And here within lies the problem. Because it doesn’t matter that I know I shouldn’t want her, shouldn’t have these feelings for her. When she tells me she wants me, I can’t say no.

“Damn it, Claire.” I settle over her again, and slant my mouth over hers. “I want to be with you, but I can’t pretend you’re not you, and I can’t pretend I didn’t just take your virginity. But you should have told me.”

“You would never have given in if you knew.” She clings to me, burying her head in my neck.

“I would have fought you harder.” I take her face between my palms, gaze into those eyes I can never not want to be trapped by. “I’m going to do my best to make this good for you.”

We lay like that for I don’t know how long, with my cock pressed against her slit, aching to drive back into her and feel how tight she is around me. Our breaths coming in shallow bursts until she rocks beneath me, her palms flattening on my ass to pull me into her.

Even then I go slow. Kissing and nipping at her mouth as I push in one inch at a time, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of having me inside her. Drawing back, before moving again. “Are you doing okay, sugar?”

“Yes.” She breathes, whimpering as I press in again. “It feels so good, Raze. More.”

“Greedy girl.” I groan as I finally bury myself inside her. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Her muscles squeeze around me, making me ache to pump into her, but I let her lead. Her hips undulating beneath me, pulling and dragging her pussy up and down the length of my cock with excruciating slowness. Bracketing her in my arms, I layer her mouth with lingering kisses until she’s grinding hard into me, her motions jerky and frantic. Each breath she takes ends on a harsh little cry. “I’m close.”

“Fuck, Claire,” I grind out between my teeth, as I thrust into her over and over until she’s crying out my name, while her inner walls contract so fucking sweetly around my cock. My balls tighten, drawing up to my body as I follow her over the edge.

Afterward, I roll over and drag the condom off my dick, tying a knot in the end and tossing it in the trash basket under the nightstand, before pulling her into my arms. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” She rests her head on my shoulder, gazing at me, and I smile at the twinkle in her eye, the pink in her cheeks. She’s even more beautiful like this. Dishevelled, exhausted, and oh so fucking mine. “Are you going to leave now?”

“No,” I mumble into her hair.
I don’t think I’ll ever leave again
. “I’ll go to my own room before anyone wakes up in the morning.”

“Okay.” She covers her mouth to hide another yawn, as I pull the blankets up over us. And I watch her fall asleep.

Chapter Eleven

Claire

When I wake, Razer is laying on his side, staring at me. “You snore when you sleep.”

“Shut up.” I toss my pillow at him.

He knocks it away and grins. “It’s cute.”

“Cute, huh?”

“Sexy.”

“Liar.”

He strokes his hand up my thigh. “We both know who the liar is here.”

“Are we okay?” I roll onto my side and brush the thick bangs from my face, holding my breath while I wait for him to say something, anything. The way he’d almost bolted when he realized he was my first sticks with me. I thought he’d be gone by now. Expected he’d have hightailed it out of Reverence, if I’m honest.

He answers me by rolling me underneath him, his heavy weight shifting over me while he parts my thighs with his knee. Holding my head between his hands he lingers over my lips in a tantalizing display of affection until I’m breathless, clinging to him, already aching for him. “We’re something,” he says. “I can’t get the taste of you out of my mouth.”

“Did you try toothpaste?” I gasp as he presses the pad of one finger to my clit, finding me soaked.

“Fuck. You have no idea.” He presses a hot wet kiss to the valley between my breasts. “I want your taste on my tongue. I didn’t spend enough time savouring you the way I wanted last night. Now come here.” He lies on his back, dragging me up over him until I’m straddling his chest, his nose pressed to my slit so he can breathe me in. “God, Claire, do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about having my tongue on your clit, licking you until you cum in my mouth? Do you know how many times I jerked off in seven fucking years to the sweet image of you riding my face?” He grasps my ass, pulling me forward and when the tip of his tongue darts out to press against my clit, a jolt of arousal flies through me.

“God, Razer.” I whimper from that slight touch, practically melting from the inside out.

Then he takes me into his mouth, gently at first, giving me a moment to get used to the sensation before he sucks on me so hard I cry out. He pulls away, sliding a hand up my belly, over one breast, stopping to pinch a nipple between his fingers before covering my lips. “Your brothers are home. Be a good girl and keep quiet.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. I suck his fingers into my mouth in an attempt to gag myself, wrapping my tongue around them.

He lets out this guttural groan. “Fuck, Claire. I’ve got something else for you to wrap your pretty mouth around.”

He’s talking about his huge, rock hard cock. Razer fucking Bennington is in my bed with his mouth on my pussy, talking about having me blow him. It’s all so ridiculously surreal. Before last night I’d barely gotten a taste of the way he’s speaking to me now, like he owns me, like he can order me around. “Why do you think I’ll do what you want?”

“Because you want it, too, Claire. You want it so bad, I can see it in your eyes. If you weren’t so damn busy sucking on my fingers, you’d be licking your lips over having me in your mouth.” He’s right, not that I tell him. Not when I’m trying so hard to be quiet while he grasps my ass cheeks, spreading me over his mouth and thrusting into me with such hunger that he leaves me breathless. His tongue is everywhere, licking me until I’m bucking against his face, riding him like one of those mechanical bulls. Then he thrusts his tongue into me, and I want to scream with how intense my climax is. My muscles tightening while he makes good on his promise to make me cum in his mouth.

When I finally slow, my breath catching as I cling to the headboard, he stares up at me. “You’re so damn sexy when you’re all flushed. I like that it’s because of me.” He twirls a lock of my hair around his finger and pulls me down to his slick mouth. I taste myself on his tongue as he slowly devours me. “Are you sore?”

“Sore?” It takes me a minute to realize what he’s asking me. Whether I’m sore from what we did last night. Whether I feel like I’ve got a massive hole in me from when he entered me. “A little.” I smile. “But I like it. It kind of feels as though you’re still inside me.”

He growls low in his throat. “I want to be. You’re pussy is so tight, so fucking hot. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not made of glass.” I slither down the length of him, branding his skin with my lips. He doesn’t know it yet. He made it clear that this was nothing more than sex. But I’m playing for keeps. And I’ll use every weapon in my arsenal to claim him. “I’m not so precious you can’t be a little rough with me.”

He groans and grasps my hips, holding us frozen in place. “It’s not too late, Claire. We can stop this now and no one has to know.” His voice breaks, kind of choking up. “We could go back to the way things were.”

I think we both know he’s a liar. Things can never go back to the way they were. I can’t look at him and not want to touch him, to feel him. That’s not what I want. Not after seven years of sex dreams and fantasies. Not after last night. “Is that what you want?”

“Hell, no.” He scrapes his hands up my sides and over my breasts to cup my throat. “But I’m always going to see you as precious, Claire. You’re too much a part of my life not to be.”

I ache at the softness in his words, which does nothing to hide the underlying longing. But the undercurrent of how much he doesn’t want to lose me, any of us, even to be with me like this, sears into my soul, stealing my breath. What I’ve done to him isn’t fair. But I can’t help this greed to have more of him, even if he’s right about my brothers.

“Good.” I grasp the base of his cock in my hand and stroke the length. “I don’t want to give this up. I want you inside me, stretching me, filling me. I want you to cum inside me.”

“You have such a dirty mouth for a good girl.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Where’d you learn to talk like that?”

“From you. Don’t you like it?”

“You’ve got your hand wrapped around my cock.” He pushes into my hand. “What do you think?”

“I think you want to cum inside me.” I drop my gaze to where my hand strokes his shaft. There’s a little drop of pre-cum on the tip of it, begging me to taste him. Dipping my head, I dart my tongue out to lick it up. “Or maybe you want to come in my mouth.”

He jerks beneath me with a feral groan as I open up to take him in my mouth, licking around the head of his cock while I inch him inside. He’s so big I don’t think I can actually take all of him, but I slide my lips up and down, my hand stroking the length of him.

“Christ.” He grasps my head between his hands, pushing deeper into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat. “You feel so fucking good on my cock.”

I laugh and the vibration of my throat around him must be almost too much, because he curls up and grabs a fist full of my hair to drag my mouth over his with such ferocity I’m shaking and breathless when he finally gives me the option to breathe. “You’re fucking brutal to a man’s self-control. You know that, right?”

“I have an idea,” I manage to get out between quick gasps.

“I don’t think you do.” He’s still got my hair wrapped around his fist, and the tug of it does something to addle my brain, or maybe it’s that when he sits up underneath me he presses his cock to my slit in such a way that I think he’s going to slide straight in. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Ride me, sugar. I want to watch you while you cum on my cock.”

He slides his fingers between my legs, noting how soaked I am still. That having him fuck my mouth arouses me. Then he reaches for a condom on the nightstand, and I raise an eyebrow. “Where’d they come from?”