Say You're Mine

by Diane Alberts

  She nodded frantically.

  “One touch from you, and it’ll be over. I want you too damn badly to let you touch me right now. So you’ll wait till I tell you that you can, and that won’t be until I worship your body completely. It won’t be until you’re quivering and sweating and crying from the pleasure I’ve already given you.” He rolled his hips against her, pressing against her clit. “Understood?”

  Again, she nodded frantically, her hands curling into fists.

  “I’m going to let go of you now, so I can use both hands to fuck you properly, but if you touch me, if you move without my permission…I stop.” He dug his fingers into the side of her ass possessively, and nipped at the side of her neck. “Got it?”

  A small moan escaped her, but she nodded. “I’m going to get you back for this. One way or another, I will.”

  Doubtful, but he would allow her to keep her little revenge plan. “If you say so.”

  He let go. She didn’t move.

  Without wasting a second, he closed his palms over both her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers as he took her mouth again. She moaned and writhed beneath him, but she didn’t move her hands. When he pinched her nipples, she curled her legs around his waist.

  He should pull free, since he hadn’t told her to do that, and he was in control. But…he didn’t want to. She felt way too damn good, wrapped all around him. He pressed even closer to her, his bare dick teasing her core and his teeth digging into her lower lip, and she strained against him.

  For some reason, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he would never get close enough to her for satisfaction. And that was the craziest part of this whole thing. That all these years, this combustible passion had just been sitting there, waiting to be lit.

  And he hadn’t even seen it.

  He slid down her body, licking her sweet, damp skin as he went. Her shoulder. Over her heart, which raced. He paused over her tits, unable to resist drawing a deep pink bud into his mouth. He sucked hard, slipping his hands between her legs as he did so.

  The second he touched her clit, she cried out and lifted her hips, breathing heavily. When he thrust two fingers inside her wet heat, she screamed, “God. Yes.”

  He stopped, his fingers still buried inside her. All he could hear was the steady, rushed thumping of his heartbeat. It demanded he stop playing games and take her, but he ignored it. “What did I tell you?”

  She stiffened. “I didn’t move my hands. I swear it.”

  “I know.” He pressed a thumb to her clit, applying enough pressure to drive her higher up the crest, but not over it. “You said ‘God.’ He’s not here, I am.”

  She made a frustrated sound and moved her hips restlessly. “Steven.”

  “Say it again.” He pulled his fingers out, hovering at her entrance. “Say it, and I’ll let you come.”

  Her nostrils flared. “Let me come?”

  “Yeah.” He teased her clit with his thumb, tracing it lightly. “Hard. Fast.”

  “Oh my—gah.” She cut herself off in the nick of time. She looked like she was two seconds from killing him or fucking him. “Steven.”

  “My Steven.” He buried his face in her neck and flicked his tongue over her racing pulse. “I like that.”

  He thrust his fingers deep inside her, rubbing her clit at the same time, and caught her mouth. She kissed him back frantically, her hips pumping up and down as he moved his fingers inside of her, mimicking what he would be doing to her in just a few minutes with his dick. When she cried out and tensed, burying her hands in his hair, Steven took his hand away, denying her the orgasm he promised her.

  She screamed out in frustration and punched his arm. “I’m going to kill—”

  Slowly, oh so slowly, he grasped her wrist and set her hand back above her head where he commanded she keep it. He watched the acknowledgment of what she did light her expression, and she moaned. “It was an accident. I swear. Please, I need—”

  “I know what you need,” he said, his voice low and his grip on her wrist unwavering. “You need me to fuck you with my mouth, and you need my dick inside of you. And you’ll get it. You’ll get all of it—if you follow my rules.”

  She nodded, biting down on her lip. “I will. I am.”

  “Good.”

  He kissed her again, lingering on her sweet lips because he just couldn’t get enough, before slowly lowering himself over her body. He dropped kisses on her sweet skin again, not stopping at her breasts this time. He kept going till he knelt between her legs. She closed her thighs on either side of his head, holding him in place, and he ran his tongue up her slit, unable to resist getting a taste.

  “Steven,” she groaned, arching her back even higher. “Please.”

  He couldn’t look away from her. Flushed cheeks. Parted lips. Hard pink nipples, pointing up and begging for more. It all tantalized him. And he couldn’t wait any longer.

  She had to scream his name again.

  Lowering his head, he slid his hands under her ass, and lifted her up to his mouth. She smelled delicious. Like Lauren. Rolling his tongue over her clit, he scraped his teeth against the tender flesh before closing his mouth over her and sucking. She rolled her hips in a figure eight motion, her whole body quivering under his intimate kiss. He tightened his grip on her ass, digging his fingers in a little roughly, testing out the waters.

  She pressed even closer to him, making his grip harsher. “More.”

  Groaning, he deepened the strokes of his tongue. At the same time, he slapped the side of her ass, and she cried out, lifting her hips higher and moving more frantically. He rolled his tongue over her, losing track of how long he knelt there, at the doors of heaven, and he could have stayed there forever. He slapped the side of her ass again, and…

  She came.

  Her head fell back, and her hips writhed as they lowered to the mattress, and she let out a soft moan as she collapsed, lips parted and body lax. When she hit the mattress, she bit down on her lip and ran a hand over her hard nipple, dragging across it with a moan.

  It was, hands down, the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his whole tainted life.

  He didn’t even care that she moved her hands. All the rules, and reasons, for why he fucked the way he did faded away, and he couldn’t stop staring at that hard, pert nipple that clearly asked to be teased again.

  “Do it again,” he rasped. “Touch yourself.”

  She locked eyes with him, cheeks flushed…

  And she did it.

  Chapter Eight

  There was no longer a single doubt in her mind that if Steven was any other man than her non-committal best friend…he could be the man she’d been waiting for her whole life. Everywhere he touched burned. Everything he didn’t touch ached. Never in her whole life had she ever felt as alive as she did now…

  And that was the real kicker.

  She understood how men worked. Their thoughts, and their fears. Even better than that, she knew his. The second he came, he would already be searching for a way to forget this ever happened. To pretend he hadn’t succumbed to her for a night of passionate lovemaking, and let himself go. And she couldn’t—wouldn’t—fool herself into thinking otherwise. This was a one-time thing, and it could never, ever happen again.

  But that didn’t mean she was willing to be forgotten.

  To be another notch on his bedpost.

  All those men she dated and ditched had been practice for this. And by the time she finished with him, Steven Thomas wouldn’t have the foggiest notion of what hit him.

  And he certainly wouldn’t forget he’d had her.

  Licking her lips, she ran her fingertips over her nipple again, watching him as he watched her. “Mmmm…”

  He flexed his jaw, spellbound by the sight. He was all about control in bed, and she had a feeling that was all a ploy to make sure he didn’t forget who she was, or that this was a temporary arrangement, but she wasn’t going to let him get away with it. />
  They had history. Feelings. Years together.

  “Like this?” she asked, dragging her nails over it and moaning. “Or harder?”

  His jaw flexed, and he gripped her thighs roughly. “Harder.”

  “Yes, sir,” she breathed, watching the effect of her words on him. “Do you like to be called sir?”

  His nostrils flared, and he skimmed his fingers over her stomach, up her ribs, and under her breasts. The gentle touch was at war with the intensity of his expression and his tense jaw. He still focused on her hand, watching her touch herself. “It’s a first for me, but I’ll allow it.”

  She pulled on her nipple and closed both hands over her breasts, letting out a soft sigh. “Okay. Now what?”

  His breathing quickened, and he rolled off the bed to his feet. Bending down, he opened the top drawer on her nightstand, pulled a condom out and tossed it next to her, before shutting it again. It didn’t surprise her that he knew where to find them. He’d taken some from her before for impromptu one-night stands. That’s the kind of friends they were. And now they were naked friends. Oh, God.

  Walking back to the edge of the bed, he stood there, watching her, and grabbed his cock. He frowned. “I didn’t tell you to stop playing with yourself, did I, Lauren?”

  Seeing him hold himself like that, like he’d been doing earlier…

  It stole her breath away. But she could tell, just by looking at him, that he’d regained that control he held so freaking dear, and he held it close to his chest this time. “What do you want me to do now, sir?”

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, teasing her with those featherlight touches on his cock. “Maybe I’ll fuck you now? Or should I continue my teasing…?”

  “Or I could have a turn,” she said quickly, licking her lips and staring at his impressive erection. Ever since she found him on the couch, stroking it, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about giving him that kind of pleasure with her mouth. Rolling to her knees, she crawled across the king-size bed and knelt at the edge. Hesitantly, since he hadn’t given her permission to do so, she ran her finger down his hard length, tracing that blue vein that had caught her eye earlier. “I still owe you that medal.”

  He swallowed so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed. “You want that?”

  “I do.” She nodded. “So badly.”

  Burying his hands in her hair, he guided her closer. “You have two minutes. That’s all you—” He broke off on a strangled moan. “Fuck.”

  She licked him from base to tip, not wasting a second of the time he allotted, before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking. She let out a soft moan.

  He fisted her hair, his whole body held tightly. The muscles on his arms strained and flexed, and he pushed into her mouth a little more. She pressed her thighs together, needing him inside her so desperately it physically hurt.

  “Lauren.” He swallowed hard. “Christ, your mouth is so small and hot. You feel so good. So tight.”

  Hollowing out her cheeks, she took more of him in, sucking and licking and trying her best to drive him as crazy as he drove her. She cupped his balls and tugged, taking more of him in and increasing suction as she rode her mouth up and down his length.

  Relaxing her throat, she took in his whole cock, and he let out a strangled moan. He pulled on her hair, tugging her back and forcing her to let go. The second he was out of her mouth, he shoved her back on the bed and kissed her as if he was dying and needed air, and the only way he would get it was through her.

  And she felt the same exact way.

  Locking her hands behind his neck, she kissed him back, moaning when he pressed his erection against her core. “Shit.” With harsh motions, he grabbed the condom, ripped it open, and rolled it on. As soon as the protection was taken care of, he gripped her leg, hauled it up by his waist, and positioned himself between her thighs. “Hold on tight, cupcake.”

  And he kissed her, seizing her mouth as he slid inside her with one long, sure stroke. He didn’t stop till he was all the way in, and when he was, he froze, his whole body tensing. It was almost as if he treasured the moment, letting it hit him, before he moved again. And once he moved…

  He didn’t stop.

  His hands roamed all over her body, touching every square inch of her, and he kissed her as if he was never planning to stop, never breaking contact as he moved inside of her, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before. The whole time he made love to her, he drove her higher and higher over the crest, dragging her along whether she was ready to go or not.

  But, God, she was.

  When he curled his hand under her butt and lifted her higher, she gasped into his mouth. He hit a spot she only ever read about in books. Her scalp tingled, her fingers went numb, and blinding pleasure shot through her veins.

  Pulling back, he groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there. “Christ, Lauren. You’re so fucking tight, and wet, and you smell like heaven.” He slammed into her, hitting that spot again. “I need to hear you scream my name.”

  He slid his hand between them, rubbing against her clit, and drove inside of her. She bit down on her lip hard, trying to hold it back, but he did it again, and whispered, “That pussy is so damn hot. So damn mine. Stop fighting it, and give me what I want.”

  This time, when he moved inside of her and teased her clit, she did it. Her whole body tensed, stars flew in front of her, and she came. “Steven!”

  He growled possessively, gripping her thigh with his free hand so tightly it would leave bruised fingermarks on her skin as evidence of this night, and slammed into her, his movements still timed and strong, but more erratic. His breathing increased and grew more ragged with each stroke, and watching him lose himself inside of her drove her impossibly higher all over again.

  His mouth caught hers, and she clung to him, letting him take her on the crazy ride she would never forget. When he stiffened over her, his breath whooshing out of him, she was right there with him, coming even harder than the last time. He collapsed on top of her, his arms on either side of her head, and let out a few soft curses. “Lauren.”

  She tried to gather her scattered thoughts, but they were all over the place. There was no getting them back anytime soon. “Yeah?”

  “That was—” He pulled back and rested on his elbows. He studied her face, still buried inside of her, and swallowed. “Are you okay?”

  “Okay?” She frowned. “Yeah. Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “I kind of lost control at the end. Forgot who I—” He glanced at her mouth, then slammed his attention back northward. “I don’t do that shit. Don’t lose control of myself. I’m sorry.”

  Lauren fought back the smile trying to escape. “It was great. Everything was…amazing.” Damn him, it had been.

  It had all been too good.

  “Do you still want me to stay?” He pulled out of her and rolled to his feet. “When you asked me here, you weren’t planning on fucking me.”

  “It’s fine.” She sat up and hugged her knees, watching him as he headed for the bathroom. Every step he took was harsher than the last. She could see him analyzing everything already. Coming up with all the reasons why them sleeping together had been a bad idea. Taking the fun out of it. “I’m fine, and I still want you to stay.”

  He gave her a hard look, and shut the bathroom door behind him.

  She dropped her forehead on her knees and sighed. He was making this weird when it didn’t need to be. It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything. They were still friends. And he was still her favorite person.

  The water turned on, and off again.

  A few moments later, he came out. He strode to the bed, rubbed the back of his neck, and opened his mouth to speak. Probably to make some excuse or another about why he shouldn’t stay. “Lauren—”

  “Am I allowed to move my arms yet?”

  He choked on a laugh. “Uh—yeah.”

  “Good.�
�� She grinned. “’Cause I already did. Obviously.”

  He stared at her, still way too serious. “Lauren—”

  “Stop.” She shook her head at him. “It was just sex, Steven. Stop worrying about what comes next. I’ll tell you what comes next. We go back to normal. So stop looking at me as if you broke me, and get over it.”

  “What?” He flushed. “I’m not.”

  “Yeah, you are. And it’s annoying. I’m not some weak little girl who needs your protection.” She kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed and got out of it. “Would you be acting like this with any other woman you just finished screwing?”

  He crossed his arms and glowered at her—still gloriously naked. And she couldn’t look away from the work of art he was. Black ink swirled all over his chest, and arms, and he had one tattoo right below his belly button. A red dragon. It was her favorite one. “I haven’t even said anything yet. How do you know what I’m think—?”

  “You don’t need to say anything. I can see it all over your face.” She stalked toward the bathroom, needing to get away from him for a few minutes. He was still looking at her as if she was a fragile thing that couldn’t handle a night in his arms, and it was annoying. “Believe it or not, I’ve had sex before. I’ve even had one-night stands. I’m not going to cry or accuse you of sullying my good name, or suddenly think you’re in love with me because you gave me some orgasms. And I’m definitely not about to fall at your feet like the rest of the girls you slept with, because you had me once—and now I have to have more. So knock it off, and stop being so serious.”

  He grabbed her arm as she passed. Despite her words, her heart immediately picked up speed, and her body came to attention. In spite of her words, she did want him again. And again. And again. She was just smart enough to admit it couldn’t happen. They’d had their fun, now it was time to move on. “So you’re going to be able to keep on going on as we have before, acting like I don’t remember what kind of moan you make when you come?”

  “Sure. Why not?” Her cheeks heated. “Can you think of a reason we can’t do that?”