His ego probably puffed up at her words. His chest certainly did. Despite the hot need rolling through her veins, the sight warmed her heart.
“That’s good to hear,” he murmured. “I admit, I never quite figured if you wanted me because you had a bad case of hero worship or whether you saw beyond that.”
“I did think you were my hero, but it’s more. It always has been. It’s like . . . we’re in sync.”
“We click,” he agreed. “To me, you’re gorgeous.” He turned his attention back to her aching sex. “In every way. I knew when we met that you were a survivor. Despite your dad’s wealth and fame, you’re not spoiled or difficult. You’re sunny and sweet and a little bit naughty. And look at you now, so ripe and rosy and pouting for attention.”
Mystery struggled against her bonds. She didn’t want out of them. Oddly, they made her feel secure, like she was anchored to him in some way and he’d never let her fall. But everything inside her yearned to invite him in deeper. Never in her life had she felt this need to give herself to a man. Her sexual past had consisted far more of pretty boys who didn’t know much about giving an orgasm, much less getting in her head and fulfilling her fantasies. As with everything else, Axel was a whole new breed.
Since she couldn’t tempt him with her actions, she fell back on words. “Spreading my legs for you is so arousing. Your stare almost feels like a touch. I remember every moment in your bed earlier today, the way you tasted me. I want you to take all of me. I’m dying to give you everything you want. I don’t know how to make that happen or what to do or—”
“Sweetest sub,” he praised. “You were stunning, but having you spread out for me this way”—he skated his thumb over her clit, making her jump and moan with desire—“I’m humbled. And I don’t think I’ve ever wanted inside anyone as fucking much as I want you now.”
She smiled. “You always know just what to say.”
“I say what’s on my mind. And right now, that’s all about this.”
Axel leaned in, peered closely at her pussy. The thought of him looking at her so intently made her need and squirm. And when he pulled her even farther apart with his thumbs, then leaned in closer, she lifted to him.
“Normally, I’d think you meant to coerce me to put my mouth on you. But you’re giving yourself to me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I don’t know how you sometimes read my mind, but I love that.”
He placed the softest, almost chaste kiss right on her clit. That aroused her nearly as much as a hard pull. Without a word, he told her that he treasured her flesh, worshipped it. She melted.
“I loved getting my mouth on you this afternoon. And ever since I figured out who was in my bed, I’ve been desperate to feel your mouth on me.” Axel crawled his way up her body. “Suck my cock, princess.”
Mystery’s heart stopped. God, she’d love to taste him, get her lips around that salty, manly, sizeable cock.
As he unzipped his pants and shoved his garments down to his hips, his erection sprang free. The length was impressive, but the girth . . . Holy crap! No wonder she’d felt so tightly stretched when he’d worked his way inside her. A tingle zapped her from head to toe at the thought of feeling it again.
Eagerly, she opened her mouth to him. He braced his big palm on the wall above the headboard and used the other to feed the huge head past her willing lips. She had to open wide and worried fleetingly that she didn’t have enough experience to please him. But when her lips closed around him, they both groaned together. She stopped worrying.
“Jesus, princess. Yes. Deeper.”
She strained her neck up, wanting to take more of him on her tongue. His flavor was clean and masculine. She smelled his natural musk wafting up, giving her an olfactory buzz that made her dizzy and wet. Well, wetter.
He pressed his hips forward, and his cock sank nearly to her throat. She tried to open even wider.
“So good,” he praised, lifting her by the back of the head and cradling her neck in his hand.
Now she was immobile, at his mercy. Between his cuffs, his hold, and his big body, he controlled every move she made. She couldn’t imagine anything turning her on more.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth,” he groaned.
Her stare tangled with his. The blue of his eyes had gone hot, electric. She whimpered out her need.
Axel drew back a few inches, then slowly pushed in again, deeper than before. The tip of her nose almost touched his belly. She wanted to work her head from side to side, suck more of him in, try to take every inch he had. But he had the control and he eased out of her mouth again. A deep, rumbling groan escaped from his chest. “Use your tongue.”
In answer, she swirled it around the swelling head still perched past her lips. She licked over the pinnacle, found the sensitive spot just under his ridge, then licked the shaft in desperation.
“That’s it. Oh, princess . . .” He fucked his way into her mouth again, establishing a brisk, soft rhythm. His eyes closed. His head dropped forward and ecstasy transformed his face.
For long moments, she simply tasted him, pleasured him. She’d never known how badly she longed to please a lover until Axel. Mystery suspected he could teach her a lot of things about her body and her sexuality. He’d already taught her so much about life.
“Damn . . . yes. You keep swiping the head with that wicked tongue, and it’s killing me.”
It thrilled Mystery to know that she could dismantle such a big bad man.
When he thrust in again, he plunged deeper still and nudged her throat. She did her best not to panic. She breathed through her nose, as one of her girlfriends who loved giving head had instructed, and relaxed her muscles there. Finally, the tip of her nose brushed his abdomen. She wrapped her lips around the base of his cock and sucked deep.
“Shit. Fuck. Son of a bitch!” He yanked from her mouth and dragged in deep, steadying breaths, clearly trying to bring himself under control.
Mystery couldn’t help it. The devil sitting on her shoulder prodded her, and his cock was just there in front of her, wet and purple and swollen. She peeked her tongue out and licked him like an ice cream cone.
His eyes flared open wide, gaze fixed on her, instantly sharp and predatory and just the slightest bit disapproving. “Trying to steal my control again?”
“No.” Maybe a little. “I missed your flavor.”
“But you wanted to take what I didn’t intend to give you. You didn’t have permission to drive me over the edge, but you still tried.”
“I . . . didn’t—”
“Think before you lie. Orgasm depravation is a terrible punishment. I can drive you so close to the edge again and again, then deny you for hours. Hell, I can do it for days. If you want to come again anytime soon, you’d better be honest.”
Mystery didn’t doubt him for a minute. He probably would drive her body to a clawing, aching need and suspend her there for as long as he pleased. He could likely control her body and her reactions, along with himself—in every way. That stirred her desire like mad.
“I wasn’t trying to drive you to orgasm,” she answered honestly. “But if I had, I would have liked it. I wanted to make you feel good, whether that was a little or a lot.”
“I’ll have to remember you’re a giver.” He smiled down at her as he released her neck, then brushed his fingers across her cheek, over her jaw. “You need that, don’t you?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes, Axel.”
Despite the fact that she ached and clenched and wriggled in need, Mystery still wanted to give Axel whatever would please him. Somewhere in her rational head, she realized that it sounded kind of backward to put her own pleasure on hold, especially since the guys she’d slept with in the past had been of the mind that everyone was responsible for getting their own orgasms during sex. Again, Axel was totally different.