Bad Boys After Dark: Carson (Bad Billionaires After Dark Book 3)

by Melissa Foster

  Tawny made a needy sound, drawing his mind back to the pleasures he was bringing her. He shoved her panties and leggings down her thighs and pressed his mouth to her sex, inhaling the exhilarating scent of her arousal. He slid his tongue along her slick heat, clutching her ass.

  “Oh God.” She whimpered, struggling against the confines of her coat and leggings, which had trapped her arms behind her and her legs too close together. She pressed her shoulders against the wall, bowing forward.

  He loved her this way, wanting and needy, and thrust his tongue between her legs.

  “Please, Carson. You teased me all night. I need you inside me.”

  She tasted too spectacular to rush, and he had a long night of pleasures planned for his lover girl. He pressed his tongue to her clit, teasing over and around her sensitive nerves, applying just the right amount of pressure to bring her up to the brink of release. He held her there until she was so aroused, her essence wet her thighs. He stripped off his pants and pushed his cock between her legs, pumping his hips and sliding along her sex until his shaft was drenched.

  “Squeeze me, baby.”

  Her thighs flexed, squeezing him deliciously. He kissed her deeply as he continued the sensual torture. She moaned into the kiss, and he pumped faster, using his hand to stimulate her.

  “Come on my cock, Tabby.”

  Her breathing came faster as she rose onto her toes, using her shoulders against the wall for leverage as she flexed her thighs and ground her hips. He stood taller, pressing the length of his cock harder along her center as he took her up, up, up and devoured her neck. Her eyes slammed shut, and his name burst from her lips. He dropped to his knees, feasting on her sex, catching every pulse of her orgasm. She moaned and panted as her climax rumbled through her.

  When she came down from the peak, her body leaned heavy against the wall, her energy drained. He rose and pushed his hands into her hair, and her eyes sprang open. He lowered his mouth to hers, her arousal melting on their tongues. He felt her body stirring to life again.

  “Still with me, my sweet, savory Tabby?”

  “Yes,” she said breathily.

  “What do you want, baby?”

  “You, Carson. I want all of you. Everywhere.”

  He turned her around, her hands still trapped in her coat behind her back. She rested her cheek against the wall and closed her eyes, sighing the sigh of a woman who’d waited a lifetime for the next moment. Her trust in him never failed to consume him, making him fall deeper in love with her every single day.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered in her ear.

  He stripped off her leggings, kissing and caressing her hamstrings, and dragged his tongue along the curve of each cheek before parting the soft globes and licking between them. He slicked his tongue around the rim of her most sacred opening, feeling her clench against him. He continued teasing, licking from one hole to the other, until he felt tension pooling between her legs, wet and tight. He nudged her legs open wider, teasing her puckered flesh with his finger. She moaned, pushing her hips back. An invitation. He pushed one finger past the tight rim. Reaching around her hip, he teased her sex with his other hand and placed openmouthed kisses along the base of her spine as he thrust his fingers into her sex, seeking the spot that would make her toes curl. He read her body perfectly, catching every hitch of her breathing, every rock of her hips, every trembling beat of her pulse. He pushed a second finger into her ass and felt her sex clench.

  “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

  When he pushed a third finger in, she cried out, and he stilled. “Talk to me, Tabby.”

  “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

  “That’s my greedy girl.”

  He stripped her coat and bra from her arms, coming out of his sexual haze long enough to realize they hadn’t even made it past the foyer. Some part of him felt bad about that, but when she reached behind her, urging him to hurry, she reminded him this wasn’t one-sided. He guided her hands to the wall, wet his cock with her slickness, and aligned it with her tightest hole. He pushed the head past the rim, and she inhaled a sharp breath, her fingers curling into the wall for support. He pressed one hand to her belly while the other gripped her shoulder, and he plunged in deep, feeling her entire body shudder and clench. His insides ignited, burning through his core, awakening his very soul as he claimed her in a way he’d never taken another woman. This was theirs, like the rest of their sensual explorations. He was utterly and completely hers.

  “Oh God—it’sbeensolong,” she said breathlessly.

  He stilled, grinding his teeth together at the thought of hurting her. “Too much?”

  “No. Move, Carson. Move.”

  He found a fast, hard rhythm, the way he knew they both craved. Groping her breasts, he brought her upright and settled one hand along her neck, feeling her erratic pulse against his fingers.

  “God, baby,” he ground out.

  His hand moved down her belly, and he thrust his fingers into her sex. She went up on her toes, scratching at the wall, trying to claim purchase.

  “Carson—”

  “I need your mouth, baby. I want to feel all of you at once.”

  She craned her neck to the side, and he took her fiercely—everywhere. She made a low moaning sound in her throat, and seconds later her body shuddered and quaked, drawing the come right out of him.

  “Fuuuck—”

  He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulders and neck, his heart pouring out of his mouth like lava. “I love you, Tabby. I love you so much I have no idea how I existed on memories for all these years.”

  She reached up with a trembling hand, her fingers sliding over his cheek to his lips, and he kissed them.

  “Carson,” she whispered. “Take me to bed.”

  He lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs, where he laid her on the bed. He brushed her hair from her face, wondering how a single, delicate person could ground him so completely. He kissed her softly, refusing the voices in his head reminding him that in less than forty-eight hours she’d be gone.

  “I’ll be back in a sec,” he said, and kissed her one last time before heading for the bathroom.

  He returned with a washcloth, carefully cleaning her up. She lay with her eyes closed, a sweet smile on her lips. He loved taking care of her after they were intimate, and he felt privileged that she’d always trusted him enough to allow him to do so. He returned to the bathroom and washed up, thinking about the look in her eyes earlier when he’d whispered dirty things at Dylan’s house, and how incredible it was to simply be around her again. When he came out of the bathroom, he found Tawny sitting up on her knees in the middle of the bed, one hand between her legs, the other beckoning him closer.

  “What’s on your mind, sweet girl?”

  “Everything,” she said in a sultry voice.

  He stopped in front of the armoire. “As you wish, my greedy girl.”

  Chapter Eleven

  CARSON CROSSED THE dark room like a panther on the prowl, chin low, narrow eyes locked on his prey. Your very willing and eager prey. He was sex and love personified, with a body primed for dominance but willing to submit, and an intensely loyal heart that didn’t hold Tawny’s fears against her. He set the leather box he’d retrieved from the armoire on the bed and unlocked it. Tawny recognized the gold studs at the corners and the marred leather on the side from when she’d accidentally knocked it off the bed when they were in college.

  Carson turned the box toward her, revealing a set of dice, the suede-and-cashmere flogger he’d driven her wild with, several lengths of black silk ties, rope, and cashmere-and-leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Heat and lust swirled through her like a hurricane.

  “Are those—”

  “Ours, pretty girl. Never used on anyone else.”

  She crawled closer, her heart drumming an overwhelming beat as she reached into the box and picked up the dice, eyeing Carson. The weight of them was familiar. Comforting and arousing. On
e roll of the dice would tell them who was in control tonight. His brows lifted, a secret smile playing on his lips. She closed her fingers around the dice, remembering the first time they’d both relinquished their fate to them. She’d been imagining being bound to his bed, but the idea of Carson tied down electrified her.

  She gazed into the box again, spotting body oils and lotions, candles, and other paraphernalia they’d toyed with, and she remembered how frightened she’d been at the sight of the flogger he’d bought as a birthday gift for her. She’d thought he was trying to get her to take their lovemaking to a darker level, and she’d been terrified of the idea of the strands of leather slapping against her skin. But she’d had the wrong idea. Carson liked to spank, but only when she was into it, and he definitely wasn’t into whipping. He was into sensuality, not hard-core domination, sadism, or masochism.

  She opened her hand, the dice staring back at them like the apple in the Garden of Eden. “Can we…?”

  His eyes darkened. “Tawny Bishop, do you want me to submit to you?”

  She waggled her brows.

  He eyed the box, and she withdrew the flogger, dragging the soft strands of the falls along the length of his arm. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his now fully erect cock twitched. She couldn’t resist brushing the falls along his abs, licking her lips at the eager jump of his shaft.

  Standing at the edge of the bed, he grabbed her wrist, drawing her arm away. “I need your mouth on me, Tabs.”

  He smelled clean and manly, and she wanted his thick cock in her mouth, but she wanted something else more. “Dice,” she challenged.

  His mouth closed tight, dark eyes boring into her.

  She cocked her head, waiting him out.

  “I want your mouth on me,” he said, more demanding this time. He held his palm up and said, “Lick.”

  She did, and he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it several slow, tight strokes. Her desire to win this battle of wills melted a little with each one. She set the dice on the bed and moved her hands between her legs. His gaze turned predatory again. Oh, how she loved that! She set the flogger down and brought her other hand to her breast, teasing her nipple as she fingered her clit. He stroked harder, watching her every move. When a bead formed on the tip of his cock, he arched his brow again. Loooord. She wanted it on her tongue. Their eyes connected, and she quickened her pace, feeling the tease of an orgasm.

  “Tabby, do you really want me to come like this? Not on you? In you? With you?”

  “Dice,” she said breathily, hanging on by a thread.

  He stopped stroking, his thumb hovering over the bead of white.

  “Don’t,” she begged.

  His lips curved up in a wicked grin, and he said, “Dice, Tabby.”

  She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d trapped. She walked on her knees to the very edge of the bed and pushed her slick fingers into his mouth. “Release my cock, please.”

  He sucked her fingers, holding her gaze as he swirled his tongue around them, and held both hands up. He reached for the dice, and she grabbed his wrist.

  “Not yet,” she said firmly. He’d given her what she wanted, the chance to roll the dice, but she wanted something else, too—just as much as he did. “If you come, I won’t play tonight. So don’t come, because I have to soon, and you don’t want me going home needy, do you?”

  He clenched his jaw as she lay on her back and hung her head off the edge of the bed beside him. She knew he loved this position, as it allowed her to open her throat so she could take him deeper. It had taken her a number of times to learn how to do it properly, and she hadn’t done it since they’d broken up. She used to be able to make him come with a squeeze and a tug of his balls in this position, which was why she’d made the threat. She wanted him to know she intended to win the toss of the dice and remain in control. Now, as they aligned themselves, her nerves flamed. What if she wasn’t good at it anymore?

  He leaned over her, one strong hand perched on the edge of the bed, as he dragged the bead over her tongue. “Just for you, Tabby,” he said in a heady voice.

  His essence spread over her tongue, calming her worries as he entered her mouth slowly, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion. Her body remembered what to do—just like riding a bike—and soon he was drilling into her, one hand between her legs, the other keeping his balance. She grabbed his balls, and he groaned, slowing his pace.

  “Tabby, you feel too good. I’m going to come.”

  She closed her teeth around his cock, and he stilled.

  “Fuck, Tabs. Seriously? How can I not come? Look at you.”

  She smiled around his cock, and he began moving slowly again.

  “You’re killing me, baby.”

  He thrust a few more times, then grabbed the base of his cock and withdrew. He sank down on his knees and replaced his cock with his tongue, thrusting in and out, deep and then shallow, fast and then slow. She reached between her legs, needing an orgasm more than she needed her next breath, but he grabbed her wrist.

  “Dice,” he commanded.

  Damn. How could she argue? She sat up on her knees, and he set the dice in her hand. He wrapped his hand around hers, their eyes connecting, sending silent messages of trust and unspoken boundaries.

  “Even,” she said shakily, a little nervous about taking this next step. If she rolled an even number, she gained control. If she rolled an odd number, Carson held the reins.

  Carson nodded, reminding her of the first time she’d tried to take control. He’d been hesitant and uncomfortable with completely giving up control. She’d wanted it, needed it so badly, she’d refused to relent. He’d argued that he was the man, and she’d argued that he sounded like an arrogant asshole. He’d been visibly hurt by that, but it had opened his eyes to what he’d been asking of her, and with a few, more rational, arguments, he’d given in.

  He set the box on the floor and waved to the hardwood, his hand fisting and unfisting. His expression hadn’t changed, but those long fingers were a giveaway that he wasn’t quite as ready as he might have thought. Knowing she wasn’t alone in her apprehension made her feel less nervous.

  “One throw?” She climbed off the bed as he agreed. “Ready?”

  His answer came in the form of a squeeze of her hand, a silent nod. She tossed the dice and watched them tumble across the floor. One rolled to a stop by the dresser—six—the other rolled beneath the furniture. She and Carson exchanged a glance wrought with anticipation. They both dropped to their hands and knees, peering beneath the dresser. The die sat too far back for her to see. She bit her lip. Carson frowned. And then they both laughed.

  “You can reach it,” she said, smiling at her ridiculous mistake.

  He shook his head. “Only you, Tabby Cat. Only you.”

  Carson squinted, peering at the die. He drew it forward and scooped it into his big hand. “Looks like I’m all yours, sweetheart.”

  “Really?” She sounded like she’d just won the sexual lottery. Would it be inappropriate to do a fist pump?

  Carson splayed his hands, a sinful grin on his face. Tawny tapped her chin, making the most of the moment—and trying to calm her nerves. She walked around him slowly, as if she were assessing him, when really, her pulse and her thoughts were going crazy.

  I won! I won! Oh no! What now?

  It had been a decade since she’d done this.

  “Where shall I start?” she said as saucily as she could.

  Carson crossed his arms.

  “Uh-uh.” She waved her finger. “Arms down, please. I want to check out the merchandise.”

  “Christ,” he mumbled.

  She patted his ass, cupped his balls, tweaked his nipple, doing her best to feign confidence that was slowly slipping away. Ten years was a long time, and being in control could be as nerve-racking as handing it over. It took finesse to turn a man like Carson into melted butter. She’d once mastered the skill. What if she wasn’t as good at it anymore? Th
e scent of their lust and love hung in the air. She pushed aside her worries, and when that didn’t work, she plowed through them. Carson had never let her down; she wasn’t about to let him down now.

  As she stepped in closer, their body heat spiked. She ran her hands up his neck and into his hair. Carson’s chin dropped to his chest with a hiss. He held her gaze as she slowly and purposefully slid her tongue along her lips. His cock rose to the occasion, twitching against her belly. Guess I’m not so bad after all.

  He pressed his hand to hers. “You’re shaking.”

  “Ten years is a long time,” she admitted. “Kiss me, Carson. I need your mouth on mine.”

  THE VULNERABILITY IN Tawny’s eyes contradicted the strength in her voice, and as their mouths came together, Carson felt himself disappearing into her. He dealt with high-powered businesswomen all the time. Women who clung to control like a security blanket and put themselves on a pedestal, expecting the world to do the same simply because they were beautiful, powerful, or a public figure. Tawny was too real for any of that nonsense. She accepted control in careful steps, taking and giving and testing her own comfort zones, which was why he had pretended to see the number on the die and relinquished control. She’d wanted this control. He’d seen the hunger in her eyes—just as he’d seen that confidence waver once she had it.

  They kissed and groped their way across the floor, tumbling to the bed in a tangle of limbs and passionate noises. Carson fought against his baser instincts to regain control and take what he wanted. It was a constant battle in his mind when it came to Tawny. She brought all of his primal instincts to the surface. He wanted to be her protector, to roar like an idiot and bang his chest around other men and to show her his adoration through wild lovemaking. She was the only person who brought out that side of him, and as she rolled on top of him, lacing her fragile fingers with his, he remembered the first time she’d taken control. She’d looked at him like she didn’t know where to start, very similar to how she’d looked at him moments earlier. And when she’d blindfolded him, she’d given away her nervousness with every touch, though she’d maintained what he was sure she’d thought had been a look of determination. It had endeared him toward her in a way he hadn’t expected, and it was those honest emotions that had spiraled into so much more.