Page 2 of Seein’ Red

It’s also long past time for a little payback.

I scoot closer to the edge of the bed, eyes trained on his cock. I’m on a mission now and I will not be stopped. At least not until one of us cries for mercy—or out in ecstasy.

Running my palm over the bulge, I hear his sharp intake of breath. Two can play this game.

I tug his skivvies down, his big, hard cock springing forth, just asking for my attention.

Ask, and you shall be rewarded.

Wasting no time, I grab hold of him and lick.

From base to tip, along the underside, making sure he feels it. Every last millimeter.

“Fuuuuuuck…”

His groan is music to my ears. So I do it again. And again. Out of the corner of my eye I can see his hands flexing, and I know I’m getting to him. So I switch it up, swirling my tongue around the head. He hisses, hips bucking.

“Willllllaaa…”

“Hmmmmm?”

I start sucking him in earnest, taking in as much of him as I can, making up for what I can’t with my hand. Curses and moans goad me on, making me powerful.

Yes, powerful.

He’s at my mercy. I’m in charge. There are few things as glorious as this, knowing that he’s putty in my hand.

So I speed up.

His fingers weave through my hair, wrapping it around his hand, tugging. The slight pain from the pull ignites something in me. My senses come alive, the pleasure from the pain going straight to my core. Which is still on edge from earlier.

“If you don’t stop…” he trails off, eyelids fluttering shut.

I look up at him, cock still in my mouth, and shake my head. He groans, giving my hair another tug. All that does is fuel me though.

We lock eyes, the fire in his deep brown irises matching the one in my chest, making my heart squeeze.

No. No. Absolutely not. That damn organ doesn’t need to be involved in this. I won’t allow it. That's not what we’re about. That’s never been what we’re about.

I push that feeling away, concentrating on the job at hand. On the insanely powerful rush coursing through me.

“Willa…” he growls.

It’s meant as a warning. One I don’t heed.

A loud roar fills the room, echoing off the walls. It’s not the sound of his climax. It’s something else.

Hands leaving my hair, hips retracting, he grabs me by the waist, throwing me back onto the bed in one fell move. I’m too in shock to register how he did it as the bed bobs underneath me, another roar erupting from his chest. A roar that flows through me like the Nile through Egypt, pooling right at my sex.

“I told you to stop.”

“You told me if I didn’t stop. And actually, you didn’t even tell me what would happen then…” I taunt.

His mouth is pressed in a hard line, fire flashing in those eyes again. Game on.

“Technicality.”

“A rather important one.”