He reached out and grabbed her wrist, drawing her back toward him. "No." His tone was controlling. "You're not going anywhere. I haven't finished with you yet."
She tried to tug her hand from his grasp, but he held tight. His sharp masculine scent was already chasing itself inside her body, seducing her senses. She attempted to give a dismissive laugh. "And who are you to decide?"
She let him hold her hand aloft though, because there was something immensely satisfying about the way he held her wrist so tightly. His eyes were alight with desire, she could see it plainly now. It was confirmation of his lust for her and it led a dark thrill through her entire body.
He didn't reply to her question. Instead he traced his free hand up the line of her arm, to rest on her shoulder. Her breathing grew constricted at his touch. Heat blossomed on her skin beneath his fingertips, making her keenly aware of the powerful magnetism between them.
"We're going to drive each other up the wall," he whispered, low and suddenly soft. "You know it's true."
"What makes you think that?" she retorted.
His gaze rested on her breasts, and once again there was a knowing look in his eyes. She could feel her nipples tugging on the fabric of her shirt and it was obvious that he could see it too. His eyes glittered in the faint landing light. "Because you want me."
"You've got a damned cheek!" How dare he be so blatant?
That comment was meant to embarrass her. She couldn't deny it though. His knowing look of his annoyed her immensely and she reacted—pushing him away and back against the wall, swiftly, her hands locked around his upper arms. It was an instinctive action that was meant to assert her independence, but the way he flashed his eyes at her made her realize what she had done.
"And I want you too," he added, when she was about to turn away.
Tina froze. His remark shocked her to the core. She was so startled that she lost her grip on him.
Shaun took his chance and had her back in his control instantly. He backed her up against the opposite wall. Their bodies ricocheted together. Before she knew what was happening, they were kissing. She had wanted to hit the arrogant beast for his attitude, and yet there she was, kissing him.
She yielded against his mouth and pressed herself full against him—she wanted to feel his every ounce of being against hers. His mouth felt strong and passionate, her lips parted and melted beneath his touch. The musky scent of his cologne and his skin took hold of her, like another hook on her desire, reeling her in. His hands were on her hips, hers were flat against his chest, where the muscle was strong and defined. Vibrant, barely contained lust shot between them, the heat of their bodies soaring as they embraced.
"Your room or mine," he murmured when they drew apart to catch their breath.
She was unable to respond because his hands moved higher, beneath her breasts, where their firm grip sent a dizzying charge through her. He stroked her breastbone gently with one thumb, his hands squeezing her possessively while he held her gaze.
Then footsteps sounded on the stairs behind them, forcing the issue.
Tina's heart thudded. The door to her room was right there by her side. Desire overruled any objection that more logical thought might have offered in that moment. She wanted more. She swung the door open and stepped inside.
Glancing back, she beckoned him in.
Shaun closed the door then stepped closer to where she stood, pausing between the door and the exotically dressed bed. They had both been stripped of their barriers now that they were alone in her room, and the atmosphere was laden with expectation and desire. Even though he stood still, he was still stalking her, his glance covering both her and the details of the location inside a flash, as if gauging her mood now they were here. He was intense, focused and about to claim her.
Her pulse raced, her body pounding with need. She wanted him, oh yes, and there was no denying it now. She tilted her head back, giving him a provocative glance. "So...give me a challenge, if you think that's what I need."
Shaun gave a husky laugh, grabbed her into his arms, and kissed her again. His tongue stroked inside her mouth in a seductive rhythm that made her body ache for penetration elsewhere. She slid one hand up to his neck, the other against his back where his muscles rippled under her touch. Her hips moved against him, pressing into his body, while her fingernails plucked at the back of his neck.
His hand curved around her buttock and he squeezed, hard.
She jerked her head back and gasped for breath, her fingers still in his hair. There was that lean smile of his again. God, it made her cream for him. And she could feel the bulk of his erection, hard and ready inside his jeans.
"Is that your challenge I feel," she whispered, pressing harder against his erection.
"Call it round one." The simmering lust in his eyes assured her of his intentions. His statement made her laugh softly, expectation flaring inside her.
Her hands clawed at his belt and hips.
"I knew you'd be like this." He gave a sly chuckle.
Did he have to be so damn cheeky? If she didn't want him so much that comment might have resulted in his marching orders, but her libido was in charge of her now. She raked her nails over the surface of his chest, drawing a gasp from him.
"Shut up or I'll slap you," she replied, but she couldn't help smiling. He had offered her a challenge but she was going to make him prove himself too. She pulled open his belt, whipped it out from its place and threw it across the room.
His glance flickered over to the place where his belt had hit the floor, his eyes narrowing as if he wanted to take back that move, and replay it. Male power poured out of him, power that she wanted to experience, physically. In urgent yet silent agreement, they moved in unison across the room and toward the bed and she sat down onto it, looking up at him. The way he looked—so intense, so male—sent a shiver of arousal down her spine. She tugged on his buttons until she freed his cock from his jeans.
He gave a loud sigh in response to her neediness, a wicked smile lingering on his face as he pulled her shirt over her head, and pushed her back onto the bed. She rolled across it, her body flexing, and watched as he stripped off his boots and jeans, extracting a condom packet from his pocket before he discarded the jeans. The movement of his body in the lamplight mesmerized her. His powerfully muscled shoulders gleamed as he stepped over to her, and the line of his chest drew her fingers to it. It was strong and defined and she sat forward and followed the pattern of it down to his navel, and beyond. Her fingers encircled his rock-hard cock and slid down to feel the tautness of his balls in her hands.
"Wait." He caught her chin with his hand, fixing her gaze with his. "I'm in charge here."
Objection flared inside her. Tina opened her mouth to respond, but thought better of it. Even though he wanted her, he wanted to manage and control the situation just as much as he did every other game he played. The knowledge of that made her crazy. Nevertheless, she wanted to experience him "being in charge" because the idea of it made her even more horny.
She dropped her hand and he acted on her relinquishment, unlatching her bra and baring her breasts. She leaned back on the bed while he finished his undressing of her, resting back on her elbows while he stripped off her jeans and underwear, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. His gaze covered her naked breasts and her pussy as it was exposed, like an eager hunter assessing the terrain. When she lifted her hips to assist him she saw his cock twitch with eagerness for her and purred her approval.
He grinned and tossed the condom packet easily in one hand before taking it to his mouth and tearing it open his teeth. His every action was so nonchalantly sure, and so powerfully male, that she wanted to growl at him. Did he never show signs of weakness? Of vulnerability?
He rolled the condom onto his erect cock and she watched, her body tight with anticipation. Soon she would have him, and there was nothing she wanted more in that moment than to feel his hard shaft riding up inside her.
He
climbed over her and then paused.
Need assailed her. Her back arched up from the bed. Shaun studied her all the while. It made her restless and edgy and hot. Trailing the fingers of one hand over her breast, he cupped it in his hand and then bent over her as sucked deeply at the nipple.
Physical desperation was taking over her senses. Her hands followed in the wake of his mouth on her flesh, her fingers attempting to still the fevered nerves beneath her skin by squeezing her breasts while he grazed her nipple with his teeth.
Inside a heartbeat he pushed her arms back against the bed, pinning them away from her body. "Don't touch," he commanded. There was a warning in his eyes. "I want to explore every bit of you, before I make you come."
She gasped, amazed but thrilled, too. Then she saw it in his eyes, the confident knowledge that his actions and words would do exactly that—make her all the more needy for him. Unable to stop herself, she pouted.
"All in good time." With that he trailed the backs of his fingers down the curve of her waist, and the pressure of his knuckles on her sensitive, aroused skin made her body ripple against the surface of the bed. He circled her navel with one knuckle, and then trailed it down to the mound of her pussy, where he worked his fingertips over the plump flesh before inserting one finger between her folds and into the damp heat of her slit.
"Oh, God," she blurted, and drew her hand to her mouth to stop herself saying more.
Shaun flashed her a wicked glance then bent down to kiss her between her breasts, his mouth moving over her abdomen as if he was exploring it, learning its texture and shape. The fact that his cock was sheathed, ready and out like a totem pole made it all the more difficult for her to stay still and allow him to do what he wanted to do. It was sheer torture! She wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and force him to fill her.
"You smell delicious, good enough to eat." He prized her legs apart and buried his face deep between her thighs.
Tina moaned and writhed beneath him, her breath trapped in her lungs.
Like a starving man he devoured her, licking her folds, first one side then the other. Playfully he marked her flesh with his teeth, an action that made her grip the sheets to hold her body to the bed. The nip of pain was too delicious. It also made her wonder what else he was into, and her legs lifted from the bed, her knees sliding against him in invitation. He clasped her buttocks while he worked her pussy, mercifully allowing her to stay in that position—poised for penetration.
Soon, please, she begged silently, her hands reaching for his shoulders.
Her breath caught when his tongue began assaulting her clit. Distractedly, she moved her hands across his bare shoulders, nails drawing across his skin as he rode his tongue up and down her swollen clitoris.
He flexed his back slightly at the scratch, and then he pulled back and shifted between her thighs. Rising up on his arms, his body loomed over her. The blunt head of his cock found her opening quickly and he eased his distended cock inside. Once the crown was in place, stretching her entrance open, he paused to look at her face.
He wants to see my need, she realized. The man was insufferable!
Growling at him she drew her thighs up around his flanks, locking her ankles behind him and pulling him in, indicating her need for him. Even though she was physically begging for his thrusts there, he resisted.
"Shaun, please..." she pleaded, heat flaring into her face because she'd had to abandon every last shred of decorum and beg, her hands clutching at him. He'd got her into such a state. "I need you badly!"
That was what he wanted to hear. With a self-satisfied smile and a deep lunge, he gave her his full length, pressing right up against her center. His swift maneuver drew a primal cry from her throat, which he echoed with a husky groan that rumbled from his chest, and told her everything she needed to know. It felt damned good for him too.
Sensation flared up through her belly and beyond, prickling through to the surface of her skin at her breasts and throat. She clutched him in welcome, and felt dizzy with pleasure when a look of ecstasy crossed his face. Yes, she could match him—she could undo him as well as he could her. The knowledge made her want to equal him in every way. She bent her knees high on either side of him and took him deep inside her, matching his every movement stride for stride, a pant freeing from her throat each time their bodies met.
When their strides became fevered, he ground his hips into her. She cried out, clutching onto his body with claw-like hands. He pulled back slightly as his shaft swelled high up against her, but she followed him, moving like a wild creature beneath him. She clung to him, her hips grinding, her pelvis pressing her clitoris hard against him for relief.
"Harder," she cried out, and he plunged into her with a grunt, sliding his shaft almost out and then deep inside again and again. Her back arched so that her hips curled right up to him to take his thrusts. Then the ability to pursue conscious action began to melt away as orgasm approached. She let him take the rhythm, all the while crying out, "Harder Shaun, harder," until finally hot ripples spasmed through her, moving in dense circuits over her body as his cock throbbed and glided against her drenched sex. When he came, she was still in the grip of her orgasm, her body carried by a hot tide of pleasure.
"Vixen," he whispered, close against her ear, his breath catching on the words. "I haven't finished with you yet."
"What?" She lay back on the bed, breath scratching back into her lungs.
He rolled to one side and his hands slipped across the damp skin of her torso, holding on to her with deliberation. He reached down to her open legs and thrust two fingers inside her.
She cried out and her knees came up, her thighs resting against the muscle of his arm. He laughed, wickedly, and the sound of it made her shiver. He began rocking his fingers inside her, his thumb sliding up to her clit. It was full and exquisitely raw with sensation in the aftermath, and he stroked his thumb tip lightly across it, drawing another moan from her. She contracted against his fingers. The smell of sex was heavy between them, her rich cream spreading in his hand.
"You're quite a woman," he whispered, and there was admiration in his eyes.
Even though he seemed generally impressed by her, he was as patronizing as ever, but she was powerless to respond. His thumb had found its rhythm, circling her clit, each slow movement releasing another blissful pang of pleasure, causing her to moan and arch her body. He had caught her before the last orgasm had completely left her body, and she felt little consciousness, only the physical response to his firm fingers on her throbbing sex. Everything was focused there. Her reactions were mindless; she was purely physical in her abandon.
"Come for me again, I want to watch you properly this time," he breathed.
Like he could order me to come.
But maybe he could, or maybe he could make it happen at will. He seemed determined, and the heat that had barely left her began to build as he worked her with his hand.
"Bastard," she whispered.
"Not enjoying it?" He lifted an eyebrow and grinned.
"You know I am!"
He gently increased the motion of his fingers and she raised her upper body from the bed, impaled by the motion of his fingers, her hands grasping at his body without strength. Climax descended on her suddenly, no cry this time, only her breath fluttering slowly to a pause as the intense moment of the peak hovered within her body, and then breath came back into her lungs. She draped over his shoulder, locking her thighs on his arm and rocked herself back and forth until the heat had died away. Then she wilted against him.
After a quiet moment, he rolled her into the bed.
"Yes, I do believe you enjoyed every moment of that, despite some initial resistance." He gave a dark chuckle.
That was when she first knew for sure that it was all a game to him, everything, right down to who had the most sexual power. Looking up at him through the haze of her pleasure, she understood that this was just the same as everything outside the bedroom door had b
een between them.
But if he wanted to play, she was up for it.
"Maybe...just maybe I enjoyed that," she replied, her tone measured, as he lay down beside her.
He laughed again, softly.
"Just maybe..." she added.
"Definitely," he sparred. "Certain physical responses on your part gave you away, my dear."
Amused as she was by his cock-sure attitude intruding on her current state of bliss, she couldn't help indulging in some scheming of her own. He obviously wanted her to tell him how wonderful he was, and what a good lover he was—to put the final polish on his victory. Well, if he thought she was going to turn into a weak-kneed, dizzy woman and fawn all over him, he had a surprise coming.
As she began to relax into the bed his hand caressed the outline of her body, tenderly, in the aftermath of their passion. Strangely, it was the most intimate gesture he had offered her. She sensed there was affection there, too.
She smiled to herself.
From that moment on, each game-playing weekend ended in game playing of the sexual kind.
Chapter Three
Shaun watched as his weekend games host and boss, Ray, sidled over to his area of the office, cup of coffee in one hand. Ray nodded at his staff as he passed them by. Shaun sensed Ray was on his way over to him, he also sensed he wasn't coming to talk about work. The coffee cup gave that away. The twinkle in his eye suggested it as well.
He drew to a halt by Shaun's work cube and nodded in greeting. "How's it going?"
"We'll complete the Thomson rebuild on schedule." Shaun swiveled his chair to face his friend, who was also the man who paid his wages. "But you knew that already. What can I do for you, Ray?"
Ray chuckled, entered into Shaun's cube, and perched on the edge of Shaun's desk, cradling his coffee cup in one hand. "You're an intuitive man and I like that. People fascinate me. You know, watching them play, watching them negotiate with each other."
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