If You Deceive - Cole Kresley (серии книг читать бесплатно txt) 📗

"Uh-huh," she murmured, kissing the rigid indentations of his stomach. "When I watch you shave."

"You canna tease me with this." His brows were drawn as if he were in pain. "You doona know how badly I want it."

"I've always been curious to try this." She slowly rubbed her cheek along his shaft, making his knees fall wide open.

"Pull your hair aside. I want tae see you takin' me."

Once she'd pulled her hair over one shoulder, she leaned down again, letting him feel her breaths against the slick crown before she flicked her tongue over the slit.

His eyes rolled back in his head.

His reaction emboldened her. He needed this, truly ached for something she could gladly give him. When she circled her tongue around the smooth head, closing her eyes in bliss, she discovered that she ached for it, too. Enthralled with this new delight, she teased and played, wanting to do this all night.

"Ah, God, that's it," he grated. "Now take it in your mouth…."

She hesitated, then ignored his command, beginning to feel a kind of power with the act. Again and again, she lapped at the moisture on the crown until he was arching his back, seeming in anguish.

"I have no' had this in a verra long time," he said, choking out the words. "Play later." He grasped her head in his shaking hands, easing her down.

But she drew back. "I want to savor my first time."

"Indulge—me," he growled.

"What if I said no?" She pursed her lips and blew against him, making him shudder and buck his hips. "Looks like I hold all the cards—"

Like a shot, he grabbed her by the waist, tossing her to her back. As she sputtered and cried out, he pulled her around, positioning her so he could repay her in kind. He appeared menacing over her as he clutched her wrists under her back, pinning her so she couldn't move.

"Looks like wee lasses should no' play with men like me." When he took his time settling between her legs, she gasped helplessly, knowing she'd never been more aroused. "Especially no' in bed."

Ethan sidled his shoulders under her knees until her legs rested over his back.

Then he merely grazed his lips up her satiny inner thighs, making her pant, her breasts rising and falling fast. He lazily placed wet licks against her belly, slowly descending from her navel.

"Spread your legs." She did, opening her sex to him, and his cock pulsed, wanting to be buried inside it.

Though he'd only planned to tease her as she had him, when he saw how visibly luscious she was, he couldn't stop himself from pressing his opened mouth directly to her core. He slid his tongue out to taste her for the first time and found her so deliciously slick.

Instantly, he groaned, his fingers biting into her soft thighs. She cried out at once, undulating against his mouth. As he delved harder with his tongue, flicking her clitoris, her heels dug into his back in total abandon.

Then he somehow made himself draw back.

She raised her head and opened her eyes, brows knitted in confusion. "M-more," she panted. When she looked at him so hungrily, he nearly wasn't able to deny her.

"Now do you ken how I felt?"

"Yes, yes."She tried to free her hands, writhing with her legs spread, until he didn't know how much longer he could keep his mouth from her. "Ethan, I-I won't tease you. I promise."

"Good, Maddy." He forced her legs wider to take her more deeply, to get more of the exquisite taste he'd only sampled.

"Oh, my God," she moaned, making his breaths come rough. He'd begun grinding against the bed.

He spread her flesh, took her clitoris with his tongue and lips, then slowly suckled her. "Yes," she cried, arching her back, rocking her hips to his mouth. "Ah, Ethan…"

As she began to climax, she moaned his name again and again, making him certain he was dreaming—no man could know this much pleasure. When he'd suckled her spent, her legs trembled around his shoulders and neck.

He released her, moving up to take her place, but she clutched his chest, rubbing her face against his neck. She whispered in his ear, "I love the things you do to me," making his chest swell with pride and his erection pulse unbearably beneath her.

Then she kissed down his body, her hair trailing down his heated, sensitive skin. He yelled out when her hot little mouth closed over him. Wet, sucking, hungry…

He growled, "That's my good lass. Nice and deep." Disbelieving, lost, he struggled not to clench her head to hold her while he thrust. She was taking him greedily, moaning around his shaft. It was as if he were an outsider looking in as she had a love affair with his cock—she adored him with her tongue, consuming him with licks and tender kisses.

The experience was mind-boggling. She worked his flesh lovingly, yet wantonly, mystifying him. But when she was about to bring him to come in her mouth, and he felt himself on the verge of losing control completely, he gave a defeated groan and pulled her away.

"Ethan?" she asked, her tone dazed when he drew her up to his chest. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"No, no. I just doona want tae do anythin'…tae make you shy with this." Feeling wicked, his cock about to explode, he looped an arm around her neck and kissed her.

As he teased her with her taste, he began to handle his shaft. "A particular favorite," he said against her lips, "want you tae love it as I do." He stroked harder, his other hand palming her arse. He broke away to ask, "Do you want tae watch me?"

Wide-eyed, she nodded, and he eased his grip around her neck so she could look down at his fist pumping furiously.

Her eyes on him only aroused him more. When he came, the force of his release was violent. He yelled out, and his back arched sharply, seed spurting up across his torso as she gaped.

Once he'd at last finished, they lay catching their breaths. Feeling overpoweringly satisfied, he held her for long moments, petting her hair. Damn, if she hadn'tenjoyed giving him a below job—yet another example of how well she fit with him.

He finally made himself rise and clean off, but when he returned, she cried, "Oh, Ethan! Your injury is bleeding!"

He glanced down at his chest and shrugged.

"Come here, please." She eased up on her knees and beckoned him. "Let me check you." When he returned to the bed, she sidled close to examine him. "You didn't pull the stitches open, thank God. But it's bleeding more than I thought it would."

As she rose to collect a wet towel, he tilted his head to stare, riveted by her pert arse. "I dinna take you for the nurturing sort," he said absently.

Towel in hand, she said, "I will be with a man like you."

"Like me?"

She climbed back into the bed with him. "Yes, Scot, you're the dark horse I'm betting on." She lovingly brushed his hair from his forehead, catching his gaze. "You get all my extra sugar and apples."

"What about servicing mares? I've one I want to be led to."

"And I'm sure she wants to be covered by a virile stallion, but she needs to secure greener pastures for her future first."

Even to himself, his tone sounded fascinated as he murmured, "Daft, cheeky lass."

She slid him that grin; he stared dumbly. All at once he understood why a man might go a little crazy over a woman.