Tall, Silent And Lethal Part 30

There was no question that he was letting her call the shots because he enjoyed it. He liked letting her take the lead, to tease and torment him, but only as long as she was doing it because she enjoyed it. She had no doubt that if she turned into a controlling b.i.t.c.h that was teasing him for s.h.i.ts and giggles that he would quickly turn the tables on her, bend her over, f.u.c.k her and be done with it.

"Keep in mind that the next time," he said, leaning forward as he dropped his hips back down so that he could kiss her hard, "I'll be calling the shots."

"Is that a threat?" she asked, smiling as he leaned back.

He shook his head as he placed his hands on her bare thighs. "More like a challenge," he promised, locking his gaze with hers as he slowly ran his hands over her thighs, his thumbs coming so close to the spot that craved his attention before slowly moving away.

"I see," she murmured, biting back a smile as she looked down at what she'd revealed. "Then I probably should make it worth it," she said absently as she licked her lips.

"Probably," he whispered, his deep voice nearly a growl that had her shifting on his lap.

As she stared down at the large c.o.c.k straining to get to her, she couldn't decide what she wanted more, to take it in her hand and caress it and the heavy sack below it, or to lean over and run her tongue around the head before she took it in her mouth. Other than releasing a very s.e.xy growl, Christofer didn't say anything as he allowed her to choose. After a minute of debating just how good it would feel in her hand or in her mouth she settled on a compromise.

"f.u.c.king h.e.l.l!" he growled as she scooted back so that she could lean over him as she gripped the base with one hand, barely able to fit her hand around it, while the other held her up. She used the first stroke of his c.o.c.k to bring the large tip to her waiting mouth.

Wanting to see his reaction, she tilted her head to the side so that her eyes were locked on his as she brought the large head to her mouth and swiped the underside with her tongue. His jaw clenched tightly as every muscle in his body went rigid, his s.e.xy red eyes locked on her as he watched her.

"Do you like this?" she asked, running the very tip of her tongue over the tiny slit of his c.o.c.k where his excitement was already beading.

"Yes," he gritted out between his teeth, forcing himself to stay still when they both knew that he could take over at any minute and probably make her enjoy it.

The fact that he was still letting her call the shots turned her on even more. It also had her falling harder for him, which wasn't something that she wanted. She already cared too much about him and when the day came that he finally had enough and walked away......

G.o.d, she couldn't even think about it, it hurt so much. This was quickly turning into the biggest mistake of her life, but at the moment she just couldn't seem to make herself care.

"Like this?" she asked, making a show of moving his c.o.c.k forward so that her tongue was forced to rub against the underside of the tip, earning a full body shiver from him.

He groaned loudly as she ran her tongue right back up and then let it slide right back down, hoping for another one of those s.e.xy shivers. He didn't disappoint.

So she did it again.

For several minutes she contented herself with just teasing the tip as her hand slowly stroked him, bringing him close to the edge, but not close enough. His entire body was strung tight, his jaw was still locked tightly, his breathing was a little unsteady and those s.e.xy eyes of his remained focused on her. Loving his responses, she decided to be a little more adventurous.

"Tell me what you want," she commanded softly as she pulled back and lightly blew over the tip of his c.o.c.k, earning a ragged moan that had her nipples tightening painfully and her a.s.s shifting impatiently, desperate to have something fill her. She ran her tongue over his c.o.c.k again, thinking of the perfect response for when he told her that he wanted her to suck his c.o.c.k, but he took her by surprise.

"I want to trace your b.r.e.a.s.t.s with my tongue, licking and suckling your nipples while I run my hands over your body," he said, sounding pained as she swallowed back a groan of her own. Her eyes slid shut as she imagined just how good his hands would feel on her, especially now that her scars were gone.

"I'd run my hands through your beautiful brown hair, running my fingers along your jaw, down your neck, between your b.r.e.a.s.t.s and over the slight slope of your stomach before I moved onto your hands, your fingers and then down your back," he said, continuing without having to be asked.

"And then?" she asked, licking her lips as she continued to imagine the feel of his hands learning her body.

"I'd wrap my arms around you while I kissed you," he said, just as she registered the feel of his fingers gently threading through her hair.

"And then?" she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Then I'd lay you down on your stomach and kiss every inch of your back while my hands caressed your sides, down to your legs and then finally I'd run my hands over your a.s.s," he continued, earning a surprised laugh from her that gave her the willpower to open her eyes and join him in this little game.

"And what would you do then?" she asked, c.o.c.king her brow in challenge as she leaned forward and took the tip of his c.o.c.k in her mouth.

A surprised groan escaped him as his c.o.c.k jerked in her mouth and for a moment she thought that was the end of the game, but he proved her wrong.

"I'd kiss my way down to your bottom, kissing and worshipping each cheek as I cupped your thighs and pushed them apart.

"Would you f.u.c.k me?" she demanded as she let the tip of his c.o.c.k leave her mouth with a wet pop.

"Not yet," he said, abandoning her hair to caress her cheek.

"Then what would you do?" she asked, watching him as she took his c.o.c.k back in her mouth, this time taking more than just the tip.

"I'd tease your p.u.s.s.y with the tips of my fingers until you were soaking wet for me," he said tightly, groaning when her hand and mouth met around his c.o.c.k.

Before she could remove her mouth to ask, he continued, probably out of desperation to keep her mouth wrapped firmly around his c.o.c.k. Whatever the reason, she was glad that he did.

"When you were wet enough for me, mein Schatz, I'd roll you onto your back and tease your wet p.u.s.s.y a little more."

"Mmmmm," she moaned around his c.o.c.k as her s.e.x clenched almost painfully, demanding some attention.

"While I teased your p.u.s.s.y I would trace your nipple with the tip of my c.o.c.k until even that wasn't enough," he whispered reverently as she felt her hand slide down her stomach and between her legs to find herself soaking wet. She needed his tongue, fingers, and c.o.c.k inside her, but she didn't want him to stop.

Would die if he stopped talking.

"Soon I'd need that talented mouth of yours sucking my c.o.c.k while I spread your p.u.s.s.y so that I could see just how wet you were for me. I'd trace my finger through your slit," he said just as she ran the tip of her finger through her wet slit, imagining that it was his. "Then I'd find your pretty little c.l.i.t and run my finger around it once.....twice......three times before I shifted my attention to your pouty little p.u.s.s.y."

When her fingers met her c.l.i.t, she didn't tease, but began gently rubbing it, barely aware that her hips were moving along with every trace of her c.l.i.t. She sucked harder on his c.o.c.k as her grip tightened, the images that his words created driving her on. This was so d.a.m.n good. She could only imagine how good he was at phone s.e.x, or better yet, s.e.xting, something that she was going to try with him, and soon.

Really soon.

"I'd trace your entrance with my finger while you sucked my c.o.c.k, just like that, mein Schatz," he groaned. "While you sucked my c.o.c.k, getting it nice and wet, I'd slide my finger inside of you to see how tightly you were going to wrap around my c.o.c.k," he said just as she slid a finger inside of herself with a loud moan.

"I'd f.u.c.k you with my fingers until I felt you swell around them. Then I'd pull them out and replace them with my tongue, sliding deep inside of you, licking you out and sliding back inside of you, mimicking what I wanted to do with my c.o.c.k."

"Oh, G.o.d," she whimpered around the tip of his c.o.c.k as her fingers worked her s.e.x.

"And just when you were about to come.........," he said, letting his words trail off and sending her to the edge. "I'd stop."

"What?" she practically snarled as she let the tip fall out of her mouth.

He cupped her face in his hands and with barely any pressure had her moving forward as he leaned in and gently kissed her. "I'd stop because I'd be dying to feel you wrapped around my c.o.c.k when you let go."

She returned his kiss hungrily, almost desperately, barely aware that she'd released her hold on his c.o.c.k or sat up so that she was once again straddling his lap. Her fingers continued to work between her legs as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, threaded her fingers through his hair. She gripped his hair, holding him still as she ran her tongue against his before he suckled it.

"You wanna f.u.c.k me?" she asked, so turned on that she knew that if she didn't have him within the next minute she'd scream.

"G.o.d, yes," he said against her mouth as she felt his c.o.c.k slide against her a.s.s.

After one last thrust of her fingers, she removed her hand and reached back. She gripped his c.o.c.k, loving the way his breath hitched as he felt the evidence of what she'd been doing coat his c.o.c.k. It took a little effort, but she managed to stroke his c.o.c.k as it eagerly pressed against her a.s.s.

"How badly do you want to f.u.c.k me?" she asked, getting lost in the feel of his erection in her hand.

His answer was a vicious growl. He dropped his hands away from her face so that he could grip her a.s.s in one hand, careful not to interrupt what she was doing and slid a finger inside her. She used her grip in his hair to steady herself as she pulled back so that she could watch him. His red eyes glimmered in the fading sunlight as she moved her hand back to the tip and wrapped her hand around it, holding it tightly as she spread her legs further apart. It wasn't much, but it was enough for what she wanted to do.

"Oh, f.u.c.k," he groaned, a choked sound leaving his lips as she shifted back and pushed back until the length of him was pressed against the crease of her a.s.s. She used her hold on his hair and the one that she had on the tip of his c.o.c.k and slowly rode his fingers, the movement rubbing his c.o.c.k between her cheeks and caressing him in a way that she was willing to bet he'd never experienced before.

"Do you like that?" she asked, moving down to take his fingers deeper inside her, and as a result, caressing his c.o.c.k harder.

"Yes," he said hoa.r.s.ely as he licked his lips hungrily.

"Have you ever f.u.c.ked a woman here?" she asked as she pressed her bottom more firmly against his c.o.c.k.

"No," he admitted with a groan.

Smiling, she leaned forward until their mouths were almost touching, but not quite. "Do you want to f.u.c.k me here?"

"Yes!" he snarled.

"How badly?" she asked, knowing that she was playing with fire and not really caring. Her nipples brushed against his chest with every movement. His thick fingers filled her nicely as his c.o.c.k teased her a.s.s, making her want something that she'd only tried once and hated, but with him, she was more than willing to give it another shot.

"Badly," he admitted through clenched teeth, and with a triumphant smile, she leaned back, releasing her hold on his hair and on his c.o.c.k. She kept leaning back, loving the confused expression on his face. She kept moving back until she found herself lying on the ground between his spread legs, her arm folded behind her head and her free hand gliding absently over her stomach as she bent her legs and spread them wide.

"Well, that's too bad, because tonight you need to focus on somewhere else," she practically purred as she moved her fingers lower, deciding that perhaps he needed a visual aide.

Once again, she was wrong.

Chapter 47.

f.u.c.king little tease, he thought with a growl as the thoughts of sliding his c.o.c.k in her a.s.s evaporated and he was presented with an un.o.bstructed view of her wet p.u.s.s.y.

She was soaking wet.

Praying for control, he licked his lips and shifted until he was on his hands and knees. He watched while Cloe moaned, licking her lips as she slid a finger inside herself. She was so beautiful, he thought as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her stomach before he shifted back just far enough so that he could press a kiss to the back of her hand working between her legs.

"My turn," he managed to get out as he waited for her to remove her hand.

With a soft moan and one last slide of her fingers, she pulled her hand free and allowed him to lick her fingers clean. She tasted so d.a.m.n sweet, he thought, forced to reach down and grip his c.o.c.k to stop himself from spontaneously coming. She'd worked him up to the point that his control had almost snapped several times, but he wasn't complaining. Not when he had the woman that he loved driving him out of his mind.

She pulled her fingers away from his mouth and cupped his cheek as he lowered his mouth between her legs. He didn't waste time teasing her, not when she was this wet. Instead, he slid his tongue inside of her without any hesitation and f.u.c.ked her with it. He slid his tongue in and out of her, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he struggled not to come. Even with his hand wrapped tightly around his c.o.c.k, squeezing it as he tried to think of anything else but f.u.c.king her, it was difficult while he had his tongue buried inside her.

"Christofer," she moaned his name, rocking her hips against his mouth as she rode his tongue. "Don't stop. Please don't stop!"

Fresh arousal coated his mouth as he felt her core tighten around his tongue, holding it hostage. Cloe rocked against his mouth, moaning his name incoherently as she begged him not to stop. He wouldn't, not even if it meant spilling his seed on the ground instead of inside her. He'd do anything for her.

He moved his tongue in and out of her, flicking the tip of his tongue up so that it would catch her in just the right spot. The scent of Cloe's arousal enveloped him as he continued to f.u.c.k her with his mouth.

"Oh, G.o.d," Cloe moaned as she continued to ride his tongue. "More! Please!"

Putting all of his weight on his knees, he reached around with his hand and placed it flatly against her stomach so that his thumb could reach her sweet spot. As soon as his thumb touched her c.l.i.t, she detonated, flexing her hips up so suddenly that he d.a.m.n near lost his tongue and fingers in the process.

When he felt her tremors start to slow down around his tongue, he pulled his tongue and fingers away and moved up her body, pressing quick, desperate kisses against her stomach and b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he went. The hand suddenly gripping his hair and yanking him away from her nipple brought him all the way up and suddenly he found himself kissing her harder than he'd ever kissed a woman before. Their tongues battled, desperate for contact as he lowered himself over her and with a quick thrust, sheathed himself inside her.

He pulled back and f.u.c.ked her with quick, hard thrusts, too desperate to draw it out. She'd kept him on edge too long and the feel of her wrapped around him was driving him out of his f.u.c.king mind.

"You feel so good," she moaned against his mouth as he reached between them and palmed one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, wrapping his hand around it as he pinched her nipple gently between his fingers.

"You feel better than good," he groaned against her lips as he was forced to pull his mouth away, the need to bite her too intense to ignore.

But, he couldn't do that. So instead he closed his eyes and licked his lips as he concentrated on the feel of his c.o.c.k pushing inside her. She felt f.u.c.king fantastic.

"Christofer, I-I need to...to...oh, G.o.d!" she screamed, coming so hard that he was the one left seeing stars as he continued to push past her quivering walls.

He didn't need to ask to know what she needed since he was battling that need himself. He simply turned his head, exposing his throat to her and said, "Take what you need, mein Schatz."

A hungry groan escaped her as she struck, a little gentler this time, but it was enough. The first pull on his neck had him bucking inside her, the second had him f.u.c.king her hard and fast and the third had him roaring her name as his c.o.c.k swelled and his b.a.l.l.s pulling up tight as he exploded. The words, I love you, almost followed, but somehow he managed to hold them back, but just barely.

Manhattan, New York "He's positive?" Aidan asked, looking past the Alpha, that he was forced to play nice with, to the f.u.c.king traitor standing by the boardroom doors.

"Yes," Thomas said, gesturing for the mutt to come forward.

With a shake of his head, the mutt reached for the doork.n.o.b. "I did my part. He can find his own f.u.c.king property."

Aidan returned his attention to Thomas, confident that his men would grab the mutt before he had a chance to return to the Sentinel compound. Working against his own kind, Aidan thought in disgust as he focused his attention on the man that better have more answers for him.

Thomas sighed heavily as rubbed the back of his neck. "My Pack is against marking humans," he began to explain as though Aidan f.u.c.king cared.

"My Pack isn't," he said evenly, in absolutely no f.u.c.king mood to discuss morals and all the bulls.h.i.t. They were human concerns and rules, and he refused to live by them.

Humans were beneath them in every way possible and if p.r.i.c.ks like this one didn't see that, then that was his problem. He wasn't here to get into a debate. He was here to get his f.u.c.king property and bring her and his prize back. Once he brought her home, he would f.u.c.k her into submission and use his prize to tip the odds in his favor.

"Obviously," Thomas said, shooting him a look of disgust as he shifted his attention to the large grid map of Manhattan.

Perhaps he'd bring his Pack back up here when they were ready and tear this piece of s.h.i.t and his f.u.c.ked up excuse of a Pack apart, he thought idly as he followed Thomas' finger to a starred section on the map. It would certainly put a smile on his face, he mused as he caught the hostile scent coming off the Alpha and the men that were leaning against the walls, watching his every move.

"This is the Sentinel compound," Thomas explained. "My men have been stationed around it since word spread."

"Any sightings?" he asked, wondering if Cloe was going to be happy to see him, or if she was going to be p.i.s.sed.

p.i.s.sed, definitely p.i.s.sed, he thought with a smirk. That would be more than fine with him since it would make f.u.c.king her into submission more pleasurable.

"No one has seen her or the Pyte," Thomas said, confirming his suspicions, but just in case.....

"How do you know it's a Pyte?" he asked, turning his attention to look around the large office where the p.u.s.s.y to his right and his Pack practiced law during the day so that they could blend in with humans.