But Mace always made her feel that way. That too-smart-for-his-own-good, scrawny kid acted like she was the queen of his universe then. She didn’t realize until she’d gone to a new school, she used that feeling as her life raft. When things got too harsh at the Cathedral School, she knew she only had to go to two o’clock biology class. One look at Mace’s funny, but so cute, little face would lift her day and make her feel like she could handle the hell until she escaped for good.
Of course, that little kid no longer existed. In his place was this man making her tremble simply by kissing her. His kisses, like his smiles, held such promise.
He stepped away from her and walked to the bed, gently pulling her along with him. He positioned her beside it, then kneeled down. He tugged her hand until she followed, kneeling in front of him. She had no idea where this was going, but he had her intrigued.
Mace kissed her neck, licking that sensitive spot right under her ear. Her breathing grew labored as he took both her arms and gently pinned them behind her back with his own. With that one move, her back arched and he lowered his head to capture a nipple between his lips. She jumped. Practically out of her skin.
“Hold it.” He paused, his gold eyes watching her closely. She cleared her throat. “My nipples are really sensitive.”
“Am I hurting you?” he asked around her nipple.
“No. No. Not at all. It’s just—” She stopped. She saw the wicked intent in his eyes. The lust that said he wanted her screaming and coming until he was satisfied she’d had enough. “Jesus Christ, that’s what you want.”
He grinned.
She tried to pull her arms away. “Mace Llewellyn, you let me go!”
“Really, baby? You sure that’s what you want?” He sucked on her nipple and her back arched again, practically throwing him off. She gasped, her head resting on the bed behind her. He put her in a position where she wouldn’t be uncomfortable but where he had complete control.
Tricky son of a bitch cat!
“Mace…” She growled it. Her warning growl. But he only laughed.
“When you’re ready to beg for my cock, baby, you let me know.”
“Beg? I don’t beg.”
“Good.” He released her breast long enough to grin at her. “Then when you do, you’ll really mean it.”
His mouth returned to her breast and she couldn’t speak. It felt too wonderful. Too extraordinary. Too everything.
He only focused on her breasts. He teased. He licked. He sucked. He did practically everything but marry one. It didn’t take long before her climax started sneaking up on her. That never happened before. She usually always needed to have a finger, tongue, or dick involved with her clit to even have the hope of getting off.
But as she sped within seconds of climaxing the bastard stopped. He pulled away and blew on her nipple or nuzzled her breasts. He did it over and over again. Constantly bringing her to the brink of an orgasm guaranteed to permanently blind her and then backing off. He kept it up for so long she was close to crying. Her entire body hummed like a tuning fork. Her hips wouldn’t stop rubbing against him. Eventually, she told her ego to fuck off.
“God, Mace. Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“You know what, you asshole.”
“Is that your idea of begging? Because it’s sorely lacking.” She glared at him as she tried to get her arms loose so she could strangle the fucker.
He licked both her nipples again, and she thought she might really start crying.
“Any condoms?” he finally asked.
Oh thank God! “Top drawer of my nightstand. By the Luger.”
“My, you’re awfully prepared. Expecting someone else, were we?”
“Mace Llewellyn.” She really hoped he could hear the warning in her voice, because she was very close to losing it.
“You know, I can wait all day. So if you want to be bitchy…”
He lowered his mouth to her nipple and she bucked under him. “Okay. Okay,” she sputtered desperately. “I got it as a gag gift from some of the other female detectives. For my birthday.”
“Aw, baby. Did I miss your birthday?”
“Mace!”
“Okay. Okay.” He laughed as he kept her arms locked behind her with one of his big hands while he reached over and dug into her nightstand drawer. “Christ, you have more guns,” he muttered. He pulled out the box. “Whew. That’s good. They’re extra large.”
“Mason.”
He grinned like the evil cat he was, ripped open the box, and took out a condom. With amazing skill, he rolled it on his dick with one hand.
He grabbed Dez around the waist and tossed her up on the bed. By the time she landed Mace had already crawled up her body. He rubbed and licked his way along her legs, stopping to nuzzle her crotch and give a quick lick to her clit, which almost sent her over the edge—but not quite. He dragged his big body over her until they were face to face. He stared down at her and, for a minute, she thought he wanted more begging. But his hand reached up and cupped one side of her face. “You are so beautiful, Dez.”
Dez looped her arms around his neck and opened her legs wider so Mace could fit comfortably between them. “That’s really sweet and all but can that fuckin’ wait ’til later?”
Mace chuckled. “Damn, Dez.”
Growling low she rubbed her head against his chin. He’d done it to her a few times—she wondered if it would work on him as well. When she heard him purring, she knew it had.
With one quick, hard thrust, he slammed into her and she had never been so happy to have a dick inside of her before. She worried about his size, but she was already so wet, so fucking worked up, that she was thankful. His big cock filled her up and took her right to the edge. But Mace left her hanging there because he wouldn’t fuckin’ move.
She peeked up at him. His eyes closed, his face frowning in deep concentration, his sweat dripping onto her skin. She briefly wondered if she did something wrong. If she screwed something up. The one thing she really didn’t want to screw up.
“Jesus Christ, Dez. You are so fuckin’ tight.”
She smiled. She couldn’t help herself. She hadn’t screwed anything up. She was actually doing damn well for herself. “So hot and tight. I’m going to lose my mind being inside you.”
Dez leaned up, her mouth beside his ear. “Mace Llewellyn, you make me wait one more goddamn second and I really will start shooting.” She brushed his cheek with her forehead and he brushed her back. “Fuck me, Mace. Please. Just fuck me—”
She didn’t get a chance to say another word as his mouth slammed down on hers and he began fucking her in earnest.
By the third stroke, she climaxed around him. Her entire body clenching and pulling him in deeper. She screamed out, “Fuck!” Most likely waking up the lovely old couple next door.
She’d never come so hard before in her life. But Mace didn’t stop, he kept going, shoving her right into a second climax and a third. Each one she prefaced with a “Fuck! Fuck!”
Suddenly Mace buried his face against her neck and announced his orgasm with an actual roar.
Dez smiled at that, leaning back against the warm sheets. Her eyes closing in exhaustion. Mace pulled out of her and, she assumed, disposed of the condom.
Sleep just started to take her when Mace poked her in the forehead with his index finger. “Hey, MacDermot. What are you doing?”
Dez opened her eyes to find Mace over her again. “Trying to sleep.”
He raised an eyebrow. “We’re not done.”
“What do you mean, we’re not—” But he cut her off by pushing his already-hard dick inside of her again. He stopped to put on a fresh condom, but other than that, he was as hard, if not harder, than before.