House of Payne: Tag

by Stacy Gail

  He had to be kidding. “I’ll try. And hey, if you’re bad at this, not moving won’t be a problem.”

  “That mouth of yours.” Sounding torn between a laugh and a headshake, he rubbed a thumb over her clit with a slow, merciless pressure that felt so good it had her head falling back on a moan. “Do I need to prove to you how good this mouth of mine can be?”

  Oh God, his thumb was enough to make her see stars. “I…yes.”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Yes, please. Please.” Pleasure shivered through her, each nerve alight with it. “Please put your mouth on me.”

  “You come first against my mouth, then I come in yours. Then we go downstairs to your bed where you seem to think all fucking should be done, and I show you how it really should be done. That’s the deal.”

  “Yes.” She brought her head back up and swallowed when he continued to stare at her. “Yes, please, Tag.”

  “Good girl.” With another bone-melting smile, he bent and replaced his thumb with his tongue.

  Oh, yes.

  It was almost impossible to remember the instruction to not move as his mouth worked its magic. He licked along her channel as if she were the greatest delicacy known to man, and the pulse of blood engorging her intimate flesh made her ache in the most exquisite way. A gasp ripped from her throat when he returned to her clit, and when the hand cupping her ass lifted her up, she forgot to be still and ground herself against his mouth.

  Had she thought she was in heaven before? That was nothing compared to now.

  He toyed with the hypersensitive bundle of nerves until the pleasure he gave her made the world melt away. The world, the passage of time itself—nothing mattered but the giddy bliss flooding her body until she thought she’d explode with it.

  Then he shifted so that his mouth could close completely over her clit, creating an airtight suction that brought forth an almost painful amount of pleasure. His tongue lashed that nub again and again until it was the only thing she knew. His mouth on her body became the meaning of her life, and it couldn’t get any better than that.

  He proved her wrong on that score when he slid his first two fingers past her threshold and showed her what it was to be finger fucked. A soft cry escaped her lips as an all-powerful wave of pleasure began way down deep inside. The base of her spine tingled with the immensity of it, and her heels against his strong back dug in as she instinctively tried to hold on to something as the world threatened to explode. He held her even tighter to his mouth, increasing the suction, increasing the heaven.

  She never wanted this to stop.

  Never wanted this to end.

  If he stopped now, she’d die.

  Because she wasn’t stopping.

  Her head flung back as the tension finally snapped, and she was there. Deep, endless waves of ecstasy emptied her brain and filled her universe with mindless beauty. The intensity of it shattered everything she thought she knew about sex. This wasn’t just an orgasm; this was a life-altering pinnacle which she couldn’t imagine ever surpassing.

  That didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to try, however, and as often as possible.

  The rapture rippling through her was a gift beyond words, so it was no surprise she desperately tried to hold on to it for as long as she could. But despite her best efforts to drown herself in that exquisite madness, the world she’d left began to hazily reform around her. Eddies of the sweetest delight still echoed through her overstimulated nervous system as she lifted her head, which had fallen back as the pleasure had swallowed her whole. Still breathless, she opened her eyes only to find herself caught in Tag’s hot-as-hell black gaze.

  “We need to do this in front of mirrors someday.” She shivered at his unrecognizably rough voice, sounding as if her unrestrained response had pushed him to the very edge of control. “Or I video you, or some damn thing. You’re too beautiful when you come for me not to see you in all your glory, but that’s tough to do when I’m eating that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Sated as she was, his words were so insanely exciting it was almost impossible to remember how to speak. “Whatever you want.”

  “What I want, right the fuck now, is that soft mouth of yours to take my cock and suck me off until I lose my damn mind.”

  Her breath caught audibly as the excitement ratcheted up to frenzied levels. “Help me down, please,” she whispered, certain her still-quivering legs wouldn’t hold her while the place between them began to throb all over again.

  To her surprise, he didn’t simply reach out to her waist and haul her down. Instead he caught her up like a princess in a fairytale and cradled her against his hammering chest—how it turned her on to feel that wild throb of his heart—before he gently set her down, as if he thought her feet were made of glass and would shatter at a touch. Then he leaned back against the concrete she’d been sitting on, and with his hot gaze never leaving hers, he tilted his head.

  “Unbuckle my belt, Ivy. Undo my jeans, and take my cock out.”

  Her breath stilled.

  Never had more exciting words been spoken in the history of mankind.

  And they’d only just begun.

  Yay!

  She wasn’t aware that she was smiling as she followed his instructions until he reached out to touch a finger to the corner of her mouth. “Why the smile, tiger?”

  The zipper gave way, and she dived her hands past the barrier of his clothes. “Because I can’t do anything else.”

  “Does the smile mean you’re happy?”

  She nearly laughed, but at that moment her fingers wrapped about a shocking length of red-hot, granite-stiff flesh. Damn, this might actually take both hands… “Oh, yes.”

  A low growl rumbled deep in his chest at the first contact of her hand. “I want you happy, Ivy. I want you floating five fucking feet off the ground and grinning like a damn idiot whenever you think of me. In time, I’m going to make sure you wake up smiling that smile you’re giving me right now. But right at this moment I’m about to fucking explode, because edging works both ways. I held myself back because I wanted to come inside you, your mouth or your pussy, so we’re not going to play around here. Get on your knees. Now.”

  Heady exhilaration made her head spin drunkenly, along with an anticipation so acute it made her shake, and she couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips as she did as he said.

  The breath hissed out at him as he watched her kneel. “I love how you do that—look right at me even as you move to take me in. God, every fucking thing about you is a crazy kind of turn-on, you know that? It’s like you were made for me.” A harsh breath whistled from him as she pushed his clothing lower, giving herself better access to his length. “Look at me, Ivy. Look at my cock. You’re going to do your damnedest to take all of me in. Make me come in that beautiful mouth of yours.”

  She almost hyperventilated at his words, and the rough surface of the partially painted roof against her knees barely registered as she shifted her focus to his cock. Extra large and then some, was all she could think, in awe and vaguely worried about whether or not she could handle him. From base to tip he was perfect, throbbing beneath her fingers and so stiff she almost moaned in helpless arousal. She’d been right—he definitely was big enough for both hands. She wrapped both of them around his thick length, and the purpling head still showed, demanding her attention.

  Attention was something she was more than happy to give.

  She stroked him, one hand after another, setting up a rhythm that would both soothe and excite. She knew she was getting it just right when she felt him relax back against the concrete structure, his low hum of pleasure reaching her ears. A purely feminine thrill at the way his hips began to pulse blossomed in her chest, a sweet triumph that this man delighted in her touch, and it made her eager for more.

  More…as in finding out what he tasted like.

  “Do it,” Tag gritted, watching her as she altered her position so she could lean into him. One of his big hands cam
e the spear through her hair, fisting on it at the back of her head just as her tongue licked the dark purple crown. “Look up at me as you take me in. And don’t look away. Having you look up at me as I fuck your face is the sexiest fucking thing…fuck.”

  His savage delight in what he was seeing was obvious, and it intensified her own pleasure until she was soaked between her legs once more. His musky, salty flavor filled her senses even as his cock filled her mouth and further. It took a few moments to fight the body’s natural reflex and adjust to the invasion of his length down her throat, and his other hand came up to tangle in her hair to make sure she stayed with it.

  “That’s it.” He surged into her as he clearly felt her adjusting, and she loved how his eyes remained on hers. “Jesus, you’re something. My tiger was made to fit me, to take me…God, Ivy, you feel so fucking good. So good.”

  The bucking of his hips got wilder, his grip on her hair tighter. His building excitement was like an oncoming storm, and she ached to have him reach that summit. His pleasure became her own, something she’d never fully experienced before, and to her surprise her cleft throbbed with such achy need it was hard to ignore. Her mouth was wet around his thick cock, but it wasn’t nearly as wet as she was at the juncture of her thighs. She kept one hand near the base of his cock, but the other one slid down between her legs to touch the pulsating clit that once again ached for attention, her entire body screaming for satisfaction.

  “No, you don’t.” Before she could prepare for it, he caught her by her forearms, his shaft lost to her mouth as he pulled her up and draped her over the concrete structure, her back facing him and the corner of the hard surface pressing into her stomach. “Tonight, you come when I allow you come. I love having the privilege of making that happen, so I’m making it mine. Understand?”

  The very thought made her shiver, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have something to say about that. “I’m greedy, Tag.” She tried moving back against him as he slid a condom in place, wanting to get that amazing length of his where it belonged. “Are you sure you can keep me satisfied?”

  “My woman is questioning me. That’s not acceptable.” The sudden smack of his hand against her bare ass made her gasp out loud. Her flesh tingled with the imprint of his hand, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to hurt. “Question me, pay the price. And if you like it, feel free to question me anytime you like. Understand?”

  Honestly, she wasn’t sure she did, because holy crap, he’s spanked her. Actually freaking spanked her. And the craziest thing was how weirdly exhilarating it was. Part of her wanted to turn around and launch into an all-out slap-war, while the other part wanted to offer her ass up even more for another smack. The only thing she knew for certain was one abiding thought. “Fuck me, Tag.”

  A hand dived into her hair as he positioned himself behind her, and the press of his erection—hard and so hot the flesh between her legs where it touched felt scorched. “I don’t respond to orders, tiger. I give them. Try again, and say the magic word.”

  Her legs began to quiver with the strain of standing still. Was this another round of edging? “Please…”

  He leaned into her while he tugged harder on her hair so that he could press his mouth against her ear. “Please what, my beautiful tiger? What do you want me to do?”

  She nuzzled her head back against him, needing whatever physical contact she could get. “Please…please fuck me.”

  “Ask me.” His free hand guided his cock into her channel, drenching himself in her slickness. “Ask me nicely, like a good girl, yeah?”

  “Damn you, I said please—”

  Another smack on her ass shocked her into silence. “Cussing me out is disrespectful, and not what I want to hear. Try again.”

  Her legs were definitely quivering now, and the tingle from where he’d smacked her bum moved to zero in on that pulse point in her cleft. “Will…” she had to lick her lips when they stuck together, dried out from all her shallow breathing. “Will you please, please fuck me, Tag?”

  The words were barely out of her mouth before she was pushed down flat against the concrete, her legs spread wide and with a strong thrust of his hips he buried himself inside her all the way to his hilt.

  “My fierce tiger can purr.” He pulled her up and into each thrust, so that she found herself up on her tiptoes as he rammed his hips into her ass again and again. “Ivy, baby… God help me, you’re the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever known.”

  A low moan broke from her as her eyes closed on a wave of too much sensation. His cock stretched her inner walls in ways she didn’t know she could be stretched. He made her feel so utterly full she couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t move. It was an extraordinary sensation, and she was so preoccupied by the new experience she at first missed the deeper dimensions of pleasure that came to life with every powerful thrust.

  Wait, this…

  Her whole body clenched with shocking pleasure, centering from where they were connected to ripple outward.

  This is…

  Shudders began to quake in her womb, an incredible sensation of purest bliss.

  Holy crap.

  The G-spot.

  She’d read about it, of course. Minnie had gone on and on about it like it was the Holy Grail, and had all sorts of suggestions on how best to get to it. But it had always remained a mystery to Ivy, which probably didn’t say much for the two lovers she’d had in her life. Finally she’d come to the conclusion that elusive golden spot was an urban legend, like Bigfoot or Resurrection Mary.

  But no.

  Minnie’s assertions that if a man had the right equipment and knew what to do with it, that was more than enough to do the trick.

  If she survived this with her sanity intact, she’d have to remember to tell Minnie just how right she was.

  Each thrust hit against the wall on the other side of the clitoris, ripping broken whimpers from her. He wasn’t careful with her, thank goodness. He was as wild as she’d ever secretly dreamed a lover of being, holding nothing back as he slammed into her with so much force it was like he was trying to split her in two.

  This wasn’t just fucking.

  This was fucking.

  Hard.

  Driven.

  Glorious.

  The building tension was immense, crushing down, down, down on her before it exploded outward. Her cries of completion were joined by his as her orgasm pulled him over the edge. Again, the sense of it lasting forever and not long enough tore her in different directions, and when he thrust into her one final time on a loud grunt, the madness that gripped her finally let her go.

  If someone called the cops on them for disturbing the peace, she’d totally understand.

  “Ivy.” He sounded oddly shaken, and as breathless as she was as he gently pulled out. “That was…fuck.”

  “It most certainly was.” For some reason Ivy had to laugh, her cheek still pressed against the cold concrete of the ventilation housing. Maybe she had to laugh because she felt so good. Or maybe because he sounded as deeply moved as she felt. “Honestly, I think my life just changed.”

  “Yeah?” She heard the clink of his belt buckle a few moments before he hauled her back to an upright position, turning her so that she faced him. “You talking about a good change or a bad change?”

  “I can’t tell. Is it a good thing or a bad thing that I’m now trying to think of all the other places we can have sex besides a bedroom?”

  His sudden, clearly delighted smile flashed in the semi-darkness. “It’s a good thing, tiger. No, check that,” he went on as he curled an arm around her, tucked her to his side and guided her toward the roof-access door. “It’s the fucking bomb. Nothing could make me happier than an adventurous Ivy.”

  “Glad to hear it. The last place I want to have sex now is a boring old bed.”

  “Oh, the bed can hold plenty of surprises for someone who’s adventurous.”

  “Really?” She offered him a saucy smile as he ope
ned the door for her. “Prove it.”

  For an instant he looked incredulous, before his laughter echoed in the stairwell.

  Chapter Eleven

  “The contest between Tag’s and Ivy’s nautical tattoo designs was incredibly close, and already this week, House Of Payne has inked over a hundred tats of both designs. But it was Tag’s design that just edged out Ivy’s by a mere four votes.” Payne’s voice carried around the lower level gallery. Tag had no doubt that even if there hadn’t been microphones, the voice of the hard-selling owner of House Of Payne would have still carried to the reporters standing all the way at the back. In the relatively short time Tag had known Payne, he’d learned that the show was almost as important as first-class art when it came to making sure House Of Payne stayed ahead of the competition.

  There was no doubt in his mind that Ivy’s art was first-class, and then some.

  “The theme of the second challenge, you might remember, was announced in this very room last week when we revealed Tag’s and Ivy’s nautical designs,” Payne went on, smiling wryly as he glanced over at Ivy, who sat next to Tag at the long, cloth-draped table facing the media. “Apparently, Ivy wasn’t paying that much attention to the announcement at the time—”

  “Laugh, and I’ll never forgive you,” Ivy muttered under her breath to Tag, who was struggling to keep a straight face.

  “So imagine my surprise when she called me up a few days ago and had me verify the theme, which was mythology,” Payne said with a grin. “As you all can see in the artwork we’ve revealed today, she’s one artist who can work miracles under pressure, because the way she mixed all twelve of the zodiac signs with their Greek and Egyptian mythological roots is incredible. Not to throw the vote one way or another for this round, but I’m staggered by the Golden Fleece ram for Aries, the defiantly wild aura of the god Pan depicted as Capricorn, and that centaur she created for Sagittarius…I mean, just look at it. I’d swear Ivy’s seen centaurs, because that looks fucking real to me.”

  “So, you saying my dragon isn’t up to snuff?” Low laughter rumbled around the room as Tag lifted a brow at Payne, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.