by Stacy Gail
Mm.
Friction.
Nice.
Hunger mingled with growing excitement inside her, creating something more potent than any drug. Her head swam with it even as she opened her mouth and slid the tip of her tongue along the sealed line of his lips.
Delicious.
Yet it only whetted her appetite for more.
Without warning, he took the kiss over with a mastery that literally took her breath away, and suddenly it was his tongue doing the invading. His addictive flavor filled her senses while making her ache for more, and she leaned deeper into him as she sought exactly that.
More.
The man was no dummy. Tag knew exactly what she was asking for, and he gave it to her without hesitation. The hands he’d kept still on her thighs finally moved under her skirt, gripping her bottom to pull her on top of the shocking, hard bulge behind the zipper of his black cargo pants. Flesh slid against flesh, and she was fiercely glad she’d worn the crème satin thong that went so well with her skirt. There was nothing quite like the sensation of his big, covetous hands boldly claiming the cheeks of her ass. It was so thrilling, having his hands on her, that she suddenly burned to know the thrill of having far more intimate parts of her claimed by him as well.
“Damn, that mouth of yours knows how to make me crazy.” He moved back just a fraction, breaking the kiss but not fully breaking contact. Feeling his words against her sensitized mouth was a beautiful intimacy she couldn’t get enough of. “Talking smack, smiling at me, making your tongue dance with mine… Whatever that mouth is doing, it pleases the fuck out of me.”
“That’s good to hear,” she murmured, and loved the way he bent his head down so that his lips could capture the movement of hers as she spoke. “You know what else I want to hear? How you propose you’re going to turn me into a screaming hot mess.”
“Don’t tell me you’re not feeling it already.” With heavy-lidded eyes he watched her as his hand slid along the line of her thong, outlining it until it came to the juncture. Her breath caught audibly as he cupped her sex through the thin material, and a low rumble that sounded almost like a purr came from him. “There’s the truth of it. My little tiger is well on her way to becoming a hot, wet mess. But you’re not hot or wet enough. Yet.”
Her rocketing pulse stuttered. “Are you registering a complaint, or…”
“What I’m doing is living up to my word. Under five minutes. Time me.”
“What—” The words vanished with a sharp gasp as he invaded the negligible veil of her thong.
If he thought she was capable of minding a clock at this point, he was out of his damn mind.
“Tag.” His long fingers slid into her channel, testing her wetness. Her body jerked when he touched her clit, feeling as scorched as if he’d touched her with a live wire. She fell against his shoulder, her arms clutching around him so she wouldn’t collapse completely. “This is a-a bad idea. But…”
His lips nuzzled her temple as those clever fingers worked her good. “But you want it, tiger. You want this bad idea. Say it.”
“Yes. Oh God, yes.” She began to undulate her hips, catching his rhythm, and that made the friction between his hand and her body so much better. “I want this. I want you.”
“I want you, too. So much. You feel that, right? You feel how hard you make me?” As if he believed she was still somehow unaware, he ground her down on his impressive hard-on until she whimpered. “First time I saw you, I got hard. Then you took your shirt off and I damn near exploded then and there. Fuck the blue pill, you’re the living, breathing cure for impotence.”
Pure feminine pride blossomed in every cell. “That’s something you’ll never have to worry about.”
That made him smile. “The first time I’m inside you, I’m going to savor every damn second as I make you mine, you know that? I cannot fucking wait for that.”
Just the thought made her shudder. “Why wait? I know it’s bad timing, but you started this. Let’s finish it.”
“We don’t have the time to fuck like I want.” His deep voice was surprisingly soft as stroked her cleft, and the pleasure built so fast under his talented fingers it was almost impossible for her brain to grasp the meaning of his words. “But I do have time to prime you for later, and I fucking love the idea of you sitting by my side in front of all those cameras a few minutes from now, quivering from the pleasure I’ve given you and thinking of only one thing—of me burying my cock inside you.”
“Tag.” She couldn’t think. She wanted to tell him to stop talking and get down to business. Unfortunately she was losing her sanity as well as her ability to speak, because all she could do was grind into his hand, rubbing herself on him as the pleasure sang through her. “You’re killing me.”
“All I’m doing is taming my beautiful, ferocious tiger.” With his thumb he stroked her without mercy, alternately pressing and circling her clit until she writhed, while his forefinger toyed with her threshold. “I need to spark that wild beauty in you, and I need you to see that no one can make you ache for it like I can. Even more than that, I need you to know that with one hand and five minutes, I can make you see stars.”
“So close.” Part of her yearned to tell him that he couldn’t control her that way, that she was not an animal that needed to be tamed.
But what he was doing to her…
Oh, what he was doing to her.
Amazing.
The pleasure sank deeper into every part of her body even as she tried to rub against that hard, hot bulge. Bliss bloomed in her like a narcotic, intensifying in its bone-melting purity, and her hips rocked furiously to hasten it along. That made it so much better, that vast, oncoming storm of which she was the center. Dizzying ecstasy began to tingle at the base of her spine, in the shuddering of her womb, in the slick intimate folds he stimulated so effortlessly. Blissfully she closed her eyes and loosed a sharp moan as every muscle tensed with the crushing delight racing up to swallow her whole.
Then…
Nothing.
He pulled his hand out from under her skirt. Half a second later both his arms were wrapped around her like steel bands, half-lifting her off his lap and trapping her arms so that she was completely immobilized.
“What…” She sucked in a jagged breath, trembling on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm, only to be denied at the last moment. After a full second of enduring his hold—giving him a fair chance to see how massively he was screwing things up was the least she could do, after all—she struggled with the force of all the unsatisfied need raging inside. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he gritted, and she was crazy enough to take some tiny measure of comfort at how ragged he sounded. “This is exactly what I want you to be—a screaming hot mess, right on the edge of losing your mind.”
“What?” Horrified, she could only shake her head. “What?”
“With you riding that edge, where it feels like any extra move might make you come, even when you’re in public, all you’ll be able to do is think about is how good it’s going to feel with my hands back on you, and how bad you want to take my cock in that wet pussy of yours. Keeping you on that edge is going to make everything so much more intense when we finally have the time to enjoy each other properly. And make no mistake, Ivy. I. Will. Enjoy. You. So fucking much I’m shaking like hell just thinking about it.”
“Let me go,” she begged, beyond pride, beyond sanity. “I’ll finish myself off—”
If anything, his hold on her tightened further. “No.”
God, God, was he serious? “This isn’t fucking funny, you sonofabitch. Let go of me, now.”
“Get all that growling out of your system, but know this—every time you cuss me out with that sweet mouth of yours, you’re going to pay a price for it.” He pressed his lips to her ear, his arms nearly crushing the breath out of her as she struggled to get free. “I promise I’ll make it enjoyable for the both of us, but that’s a rule I’m laying d
own here and now, understand? You disrespect me, you pay a price. And since I’m all about equality, you have my word I will never disrespect you. I can’t imagine ever being such a dumbass on that score anyway, since you’re the most extraordinary woman I’ve come across in this fucked-up world. Do you have any questions about this limit I’m establishing?”
Limit? That word meant nothing to her. All that mattered was that she needed to get the fuck off. “Fuck you. Let me go, now.”
“Keep digging that hole, tiger. Now that I’ve established that rule I’m keeping count, even if you’re not.”
A half-growl, half-scream raged out of her, tears springing to her eyes as every move she made was a kind of sweet agony, a weirdly arousing gift that still did nothing to satisfy the lust pulsing painfully through her sensitized body. For a few mindless seconds she tried to rub herself against his clothes-covered erection, then when that didn’t work, tried to escape his hold.
Nothing.
Nothing but jangled nerve endings crying for a release that was now slowly, slowly retreating, though the raw sensual hunger did not.
Damn it.
Frustration ground down on her, a frustration she would have done almost anything to alleviate. If she could have moved she would have gone down on her knees, begging him for a good, hard fucking.
On her knees.
In front of him.
Begging.
Begging, she thought as the vivid mental image overtook her and her mouth began to water. Oh yes, she could easily imagine begging for that cock he seemed so proud of. More than anything, in that position she’d love to take that masculine hardness in her mouth, where she’d be careful to not use the teeth…
A shocked sound escaped her, even as lust pulsed in her intimate folds that now felt so achy and swollen she wanted to cry.
“Let me go.” She wasn’t even granted the debatable reclamation of her dignity by closing her legs—and closing him the hell off—because she still straddled his lap. By degrees the excruciating rigidity of her muscles began to relax, and only then did he loosen his grip. But when she tried to force her trembling, useless legs to scramble away from him, he caught her back up, this time by her wrists.
“You don’t get yourself off, Ivy.” There was a warning in his tone, and the enormity of it seemed to fill the room and hammer down on her as if to convince her he meant every word. “As of now that’s my job, and my privilege. I’ll make it so worth your while, better than you’ve ever had, I can promise you that. I’ve got the equipment, and I’ve got the skills. But you get yourself off, I will be very disappointed.”
The way he said it made her shiver. “The equipment?” Heaven knew he’d already proven his skills.
“You heard me.” He let go of one wrist to open up the hand she’d long ago balled up into a fist. To her amazement she realized she was still holding onto the condom packet, and without fanfare he picked it up and held it in front of her face.
XL.
Oh.
Of course.
His equipment.
“This belongs to you.” He put the condom back in her hand and curled her fingers around it. “Just as what fits inside it belongs to you. Think about that, Ivy. Picture it. Know that it’s all for you, but if you touch yourself and make yourself come, you’ll be missing out on me filling you so completely your world will never be the same.”
She stared at him, for once unable to think of a single thing to say except how much she wanted that XL cock inside her now that she was a shaking, wet mess.
Without warning, a quick knock sounded. By the time the door swung open, Ivy had scrambled her to her feet while Tag remained seated, holding on to her wrist like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“People are starting to show up downstairs,” Scout announced, poking her head through the door. “Let’s get things started.”
Chapter Nine
“Ooh, edging. That is so hot.” Minnie’s awestruck voice came through Ivy’s cell phone loud and clear as she pushed through the bedroom door and into the main living area of her apartment. The moment she’d come home, she’d jumped into the coldest shower she could bear, cursing Tag all the while. By the time she’d gotten dressed in the lightest thing she could find—a spaghetti-strap backless shift that was supposed to be a gauzy beach cover-up—she felt a bit less overheated. Unfortunately she was still grinding her teeth in fury-fed frustration, but for now this was the best she could do for comfort. “Did he know how close you were to screaming like a banshee, or was it just a happy accident in timing?”
“A happy accident?” Her voice was an unrecognizable growl as she stomped over to the box fan in the window and turned it on as high as it would go without drowning out the phone. “Trust me, this was no fucking accident, happy or otherwise. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing.”
“Ooh,” her friend said again, and she had the audacity to giggle. “Like I said, edging is so hot.”
“I don’t even know what the hell that is.”
“Basically it’s the practice of getting your freak on right up to the point of orgasm, then denying it so your motor’s running super-hot.”
Well, she certainly had the super-hot part right. “I don’t see the point of it.”
“Are you horny?”
Fuck. “Um, yeah.”
“Hornier than you’ve ever been? Like, seriously unable to think of anything else other than sex? Like, obsessively hungering for it?”
“It’s like you’re a mind reader.”
“That’s the point of it,” Minnie chuckled. “It also shows me something else. Godzilla likes to play.”
That dragged an angry hiss out of Ivy. “I’m no one’s toy.”
“Of course not. Unless you agree to be one, which is also kind of hot to think about. Tell me, did he give you the instruction to, um… not finish yourself off?”
“Geez.” When her face began to burn, Ivy leaned over so she was directly in front of the fan. “Yes.”
“And did he say you would be punished if you disobeyed him?”
Ivy frowned, trying to remember what he’d said. “I was so pissed off it’s hard to remember exactly what he said. But I’m pretty sure he never said anything about punishment. Just that he’d be disappointed and that there’d be a price to be paid, whatever that means. Oh, and I’ll also pay a price if I cuss him out, because apparently that’s disrespectful. The fucker.”
Minnie’s cackle of laughter made Ivy pull the phone from her ear. “Oh, man this is going to be fun to watch.”
“What? What’s going to be fun to watch?”
“You, getting tamed by an expert hand.”
At the word, Ivy straightened to full height as if her back was spring-loaded. “Tamed? Me?”
“It was bound to happen. Personally, I think Godzilla has a natural understanding of how to tame the wild woman you are, and I think he’s got a kink or two to boot. I couldn’t be more jealous.”
“A kink?”
“Or two. Time will tell, you lucky girl, you.”
“But…” Ivy was so stunned by this statement that it took her a few moments to figure out how to speak. “I wonder if this means he likes to have sex in weird places besides the bedroom.”
“Oh my God, this is going to be so much fun.”
“He better not be into tying me up, or whatever, because I have this weird claustrophobia where I can’t breathe if I’m restrained.”
“Oh, tell me about it,” came the surprisingly exasperated reply. “There was this one time Mal decided to get all adventurous, so he used some handcuffs on me—you know, the fuzzy kind you can get in those kinky X-rated shops downtown? And then that asshole pretended he lost the key.”
“He didn’t.”
“He totally did. Bastard got me so hysterical it ruined the rest of the night. I mean, I was fucking crying, Ivy. If he hadn’t lured me back with the promise of sex dice and piña colada lube, I doubt I would’ve ever talked to him aga
in.”
“Sex dice.” At that, Ivy rubbed her free hand over her eyes. “You know what? I’m really good with not knowing anything else about this, if that’s okay.”
“Prude.” Minnie made a sound of amusement, and Ivy could just picture her friend grinning from ear to ear. “I just want you to know I meant what I said about being jealous. None of my boys are into edging, but I hear it makes sex intense. And I’ll bet your man’s seriously hung too, considering how big his feet and hands are. If you put all that together in one package, you’ll probably be the first person I know of who actually dies from pleasure.”
“He’s an XL.” Ivy heard her mouth reveal without her brain’s permission. Then she shook her head while Minnie whistled in appreciation. “Look, this conversation is so not helping. I think I’ll try another cold shower and start painting my walls to see if that’ll help.”
“Paint a huge mural of a Roman orgy, with lots of phalluses all over the place,” came the laughing suggestion. “Work out your sexual frustration that way.”
“Not helping,” Ivy said again, and hung up just as a knock on her door sounded.
Tag.
Ivy stopped breathing as she stood there staring at the door, the fan blowing the gauzy beach cover-up over her otherwise-bare body. She didn’t know for a certainty who was on the other side of that door, of course. It could be Mama Ji, or Mr. Elwood. That made more sense. A visitor like Tag would have been buzzed in by her.
But still.
It was him.
She just knew it.
A second knock, more insistent, got her moving. With her heart trying to climb out of her chest, she opened the door.
“There you are.” Tag stood with one arm braced against the doorjamb, and the position made it seem like he was looming over her. It should have irritated her, but all she could do was look up into his dark eyes and wonder how he managed to hold a person completely still with his gaze alone. “So?”