Surrender My Love (34 page)

“I want to touch you
. Take off your clothes.”

Brad
tsked
and shook his head sternly. “That’s not my will right now.”

Her gaze lowered to where he opened his pants and pushed the edges aside. He
delved in and drew out the throbbing length of his cock. She swallowed hard, her hips tilting instinctively, the muscles of her channel fluttering with greedy anticipation. His cock was beautiful. Visibly pulsing. Long and thick with a network of engorged veins climbing up the straining length. The mushroom head was overly fat and shiny, weeping streaks of pre-come. She couldn’t see his testicles hidden in the folds of his pants, but she imagined they were drawn just as tense as his shaft. A shock of black curls escaped the fabric, peeking around the wide girth. She stared, thinking she’d never get used to the raw power of his beautiful body or the clutching need he evoked in her.

Brad’s gaze fixed on her face, hot and sultry and unreadable. His eyes were hooded, displaying a tiny crescent of color. Chloe felt locked in a haze of lust, a palpable thing that infiltrated her mind and clawed at her body for a physical connection to this man. She still couldn’t figure out what he wanted from her, why he’d tied her. It was patently obvious that she wanted him desperately at the moment, that she wasn’t going anywhere.

His gaze broke away from her face and made a leisurely stroll down her body, stopping
to linger between her legs. He used his palms on her knees to push back and roll up her hips, exposing her to his avid gaze. With a deep belly moan, he lowered his head and beat his tongue back and forth over her nub, deliriously lashing it to a tight bud. Chloe arched and called out, a vocal quiver that gave voice to the pleasure stabbing through her body.

“
Oh, God! God! That’s sooo good! Please!
”

Brad
’s head shot up and he met her gaze. She had trouble focusing on his face, but could see a tiny grin split his lips and a dimple dig into his cheek.

“Just Brad will do, thanks.
And save the amens for later.”

She bit her lip, trying to process his face
tious comment, but just then, all thought spun away as he gripped his cock and dragged the bulging head slowly through her slick folds. He drew tight circles and scribbled his way along her sensitive flesh, torturing nerve endings to a screaming frenzy. Chloe jerked her hips, desperate for him to fill her. Whimpers and moans gurgled from her throat, but his hand kept urgently working his hot shaft against her, sliding and bumping, and making her mad with desperate lust.

“What do you want, Chloe?” H
is rough voice broke through her haze. She saw tight strain on his face while dark desire soaked his eyes, and she was glad she wasn’t the only one gripped with this brutal need.

“Please....”

Brad groaned, a feral rumbling, and she felt him nudge her opening, stretching her flesh with a delicious slide that pulsed bliss through her channel. His bloated tip slid in
, and he pumped a few shallow beats, then withdrew with a snarling moan.

“
Fuck! That’s good!”
He breathed harshly.

Chloe’s hips writhe
d off the bed. She closed her eyes and struggled for a breath, suffering the acute loss of his abandonment.

Oh
, God. This. Man. Was. Killing. Her.

Her nipples were hard and tingling, her skin overly sensitive, and a deep burn fired her sex. She was dripping wet and shaking with her need for him.

“Like that, Chlo? Is that what you want?”

She
nodded, unable to form words. More. She wanted much, much more.

“I see…” H
e held his shaft in his hand, slowly stroking from tip to base. Holding it out so she could peruse its magnificence. His cock was enormously distended, the wide head coated with their fluids. The carnal sight had her tugging hard on her bond. She craved him so desperately it physically hurt. “Hmmm…so you want my cock, is that it? You want me fucking you deep, am I right?” His gaze met hers and she was mesmerized with his intensity; his blue eyes were bottomless wells and she wanted to dive into the limpid dark pools. “You need me. Say it.”

Chloe bli
nked.
What?

“Say it.”

“Fu—fuck me, Brad.”

“
No! Say you need me.
Say it, dammit!”

“I—I ne—need you.”

She stared, her body thrumming wildly, her brain s
crambling her thoughts in a shuffle.
What is this about?
She tested the restraint.

“You won’t run…”

“I won’t run.”

“You need me.”

Didn’t I say that already? Can’t we just get on with it?

“I need you.” She swallowed, tasting the truth of her words.
She thought she saw emotion cloud his eyes, bleeding through the blue.

“
I need you to surrender, Chloe.”

She blinked
. Was she supposed to say that too? Shit, she couldn’t think. Surrender what? What was she supposed to surrender? He already had her tied up! This was becoming about so much more than sex. Her heart pounded. She didn’t want to deal with any emotion right now other than the lust riding her hard.

“
I
need you, Chlo.
I
surrender…” The broken words erupted as a coarse whisper and it caused her stuttering heart to dissolve into hot molten heat in her chest. Tears misted her eyes just as his large hands grasped her hips and he plunged his cock root-deep into her in one mind-numbingly pleasurable stroke.

“
Oh, Braaaaad!”
Chloe shouted and convulsed, her lids drifting shut from the sharp bolts of pleasure scorching her passage.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” he ordered harshly, his hips slapping
hard against her, driving his shaft deep again and again.

He had to issue the command twice before she found the strength to obey, and when she did, her breath lost its momentum and stalled in her lungs. Brad’s eyes were
dark and intense and as hypnotically compelling as the wondrous skies, skies that reflected and gathered the turbulence of her emotions and scattered them in a breeze. She found such peace and joy that she wanted to weep, weep with the fear they would fade like writing in the sky if she dared to reach for them. Instead, she tore her gaze away and focused on the lust. This was real, this was now, and this was ripping her apart because it felt so damn good! She hovered, trembling, on the brink of orgasm, her body humming with scintillating pleasure.

Brad
cupped the globes of her butt and lifted her. He circled his hip, torturing her with agonizingly slow strokes that pulled all the way out, then he’d power back in, the material of his pants chaffing the inside of her thighs. Her hips bucked against him, eager for more.

He locked his heated gaze on hers and his lips firmed.

“Don’t move, Chlo.”

“
What?”
she let out a wispy breath.

“Don’t move.”

Air rippled from her lungs. He felt so amazing, she couldn’t keep her hips from swinging, from trying to encourage the rhythm she needed.

When his open palm landed hard on her bare buttocks she gasped with the shock of it, the sting racing through her body. She had no time to v
oice her shock because he drove impossibly deep and undiluted pleasure chased the pain, causing her to rock her hips and instinctively tighten her thighs.

“You don’t listen very well, do you?
You seem to have a fondness for disobedience.”

She felt the sharp sting of his
admonition again and this time she hollered a complaining yelp.

Brad’s face was shadowed, so tight, so strained and intense, and she knew he was holding back
. His eyes were deep and dark, colored with lust and reflecting the charcoal of his suit. His palm rubbed slow circles on her burning skin and his long fingers kneaded her muscle, consoling her flesh. She breathed his name, and his lips tilted in a sultry grin, softening the intensity that crackled around him.

She
felt totally under his control, a slave to his whims. Her wrists slid against the grip of the confining fabric, her hands still eager to hold him. But she had to admit that there was something deeply erotic about being taken like this. Even the sting of his hand had somehow set fire to her senses and heightened her desire. He slid his palms under her buttocks again and steadied her shivering hips, then leaned forward and enthusiastically jack-hammered into her.

Chloe screamed and swore, the words escaping her tongue to chase the white-hot jolts of
ecstasy zipping through her body and clenching her muscles in savage climax.

“
Yes, Chloe
. Come for me, baby! Squeeze me, baby! Yes, like that, squeeze my cock. You’re so fucking tight! So beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.”

Brad’s face was mapped with pleasure, his
damp brows furrowed in stern concentration as he powered into her. He pulled her limp legs in front of him, resting her shaking calves against his chest. Chloe moaned, feeling wonderfully stuffed as he turned his head and kissed the ankles now very close to his face. He scraped his teeth along her instep and took a sharp nibble at her heel. The sensations knifed through her, fluttering her sex, and he groaned and tossed back his head. He looked so handsome. She couldn’t believe he was still wearing his suit, couldn’t believe he still looked like he’d just walked out of a stuffy board meeting.

He crawled up her body, bracing on his arms and leaning on her legs.
She felt scrunched as her body folded over, but the position raised her hips, curved her spine, and allowed a new angle that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her vocal cords singing.

Brad hooked his arms under her knees and drove into her in measured strokes, his face now closer to hers, his
impassioned gaze locked on hers.

“Can you feel how deep I am,
Chlo? See how well we fit? I want you to crave this every second of every day. I love fucking you. You are mine, baby,” he whispered.

He ground his root
hard against her, mashing into her clitoris, and she exhaled a string of expletives that had him smiling. His hips rolled slowly, then built to a cataclysmic speed that heralded a soul-shattering detonation. She turned her wrists and clung to the fabric like a life line. She panted and screamed as her second orgasm ripped through her trembling body, exploding pure joy in every cell of her being.
Oh, God!
Her eyes slid shut. She could die from this much pleasure. She could easily lose her mind and her soul and the very essence of herself to this man.

Brad was shouting in her ear, his lips against her damp skin, his hips driving hard, unrelenting, stretching her, filling her, claiming her.

“
Fuuuuuccck!
Fuck! Fuck!
I’m coming, baby!
Chloe!
Yes! Fuck! I’m coming!”

H
er eyes snapped open, her brain struggling through her sensual debris. She felt the rushing swell of his cock right before he pulled out and sat up quickly. He grabbed hold of his glistening shaft and pumped, his muscles taxing the fabric of his suit, and the tendons in his hand taut from his iron grip. His face was beautifully contorted in ecstasy with strained sculpted angles. His large frame jerked as he took aim and showered her abdomen and breast with his hot essence. Chloe gasped with each spray that landed, the erotic heat of it sending pinpricks of sensation jumping through her. She was still open to him, her thighs at his hips. She moaned long and deep as he, with one final stroke, emptied himself at her center. Pleasure purred up her spine, arching her back and rocking her hips.

Brad collapsed next to her and pulled her close,
fastening her wet breasts and abdomen to his body. His heaving breaths were hot on her cheek, and she couldn’t help thinking how absolutely amazing he was and how he was ruining his perfectly tailored suit. He forked his fingers through his damp hair, gasping.

“Christ,”
he mumbled, his lips against her ear. “I never think it’s gonna happen...”

Chloe
captured her bottom lip, wondering if he had meant to say that aloud. She often contemplated his predictions about reaching orgasm and knew that’s what he’d referred to. Before she could talk herself out of it, she plucked her tongue from the roof of her dry mouth and asked softly,

“Why? Why do you always
think that?”

Brad
twisted his head and his gaze met hers, suddenly opaque. He smiled, trailed a finger down the bridge of her nose, and then his gaze shifted away. She didn’t think he’d answer her, but then his deep voice broke through the lazy tension.

“It only happens with you.”

She frowned, thinking she must have misunderstood him. He read her confusion and continued.

“The past few months
, I’ve had some…issues.”

He sighed heavily and she regretted bringing it up. They were still
blanketed in a wonderful sexual aura, and she didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.