“You want me to finish in your disrespectful little mouth? You want to make my f**king life?”
Slowly, she nodded, relaxing her throat to let him slide deep, deeper than before, purring in order to send vibrations coursing through his hard flesh. Her mouth traveled up and down, increasing in pace, dragging her teeth lightly up the sides when he begged her to slow down. He was right at the edge. She wanted to see him come apart, was dying to witness it, but he dragged her mouth away at the last second.
“Next time,” he barked, digging a condom from his jeans pocket and rolling it down his straining erection. “Spread your legs. Let me see the part of you that squeezes me so tight.”
Lucy drew up her knees, letting her dress drift down to her waist. Her bare br**sts were heaving; her lips felt heavy and swollen. Matt’s hot gaze between her legs made her squirm on the seat impatiently. “Hurry,” she whispered shakily, when he started stroking himself.
Matt grabbed her ankles and propped them on opposite ends of the doorframe, her high heels somehow still on her feet. He maintained eye contact with her as he ripped her panties off with a twist of his wrist, then leaned down to lick along her center. Two long strokes of his tongue that made her thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably.
“No screaming,” he rasped. She hadn’t quite processed his warning before he dragged the head of his arousal through her folds, then plowed deep into her. Lucy bit her lip hard, muffling the scream that ripped from deep inside her chest. The sound ended in a sob when he didn’t immediately move. She needed him to thrust, but he stayed still, so deep inside her she could feel him pulsing. “I swear to Christ, baby, you were made for me. You feel that?” He pulled out of her, then slammed home once more. “Mine. My Lucy. Let me hear you say it.”
No. She couldn’t give in to his words, even though she desperately wanted to repeat them back. They felt true, but she knew they weren’t. Her body might succumb to him, but her mind couldn’t. Even now, her lower stomach muscles were coiled tightly, preparing for the inevitable rush only Matt could provide. She struggled to hold back, wanting to tug him down for a kiss but biting her lip instead. After this, she would walk away. This couldn’t be about affection.
Matt must have sensed the tension in her because his eyes narrowed on her face. “You don’t get to hold back. Not when I’m ten inches deep, Lucy. I won’t allow it.”
She rolled her hips on the seat, felt a spark of satisfaction when his breath shook. “You’re the one holding back. Don’t you want to move inside me, Matt?”
His hands flexed on her thighs. “Not until you’re here with me. Say it.”
Why was he doing this? What did he want from her? “No.”
The strain was beginning to get to him. His ridged abdomen dipped and shuddered, his voice sounding unnatural. It wouldn’t take much to tempt him into forgetting whatever mission he was suddenly on. Lucy trailed her hand up her stomach, brushing her fingers over her ni**les.
With a strangled sound, Matt grabbed her wrists and tried to pin them behind her back, but she struggled to get them free. “Stop it,” she said, but the words ended on a gasp. The friction caused by her struggle sent shock waves through her body. Automatically, her legs wrapped around his waist, high heels digging into his ass.
“My Lucy.”
“No.”
“Your body disagrees,” he growled, pushing deep as a means of pinning her. “You want the hard f**k I’ve got saved up for you? Say the words.”
She hated him in that moment, even as she craved his body, the feel of him inside her, more than the air in her lungs. There were so many layers to this sensation of being restrained. The way he accomplished it with his powerful body, refusing to budge. His rejection yesterday opposing his wanting to claim her today. None of it made sense.
“What do you want from me, Matt?”
“I tried to tell myself wanting you, keeping you, was selfish. Maybe it is.” His lips brushed her forehead. “But I’m lost here, Lucy. I’m lost without everything you’ve got.”
It hurt. Not voicing the words of love threatening to burst forth, keeping them trapped inside, even as being held immobile by him made her body sing. Emotions, chaotic and contradictory, built in her chest until she could no longer contain it.
“I’m giving you what I have left, Matt,” she sobbed. “Take it.”
“You have more. Give it to me.”
Acting on its own, her hand reared back and slapped him hard across the face. For a brief moment, the only sound was their labored breathing, before Matt sprang into motion, finally succeeding in pinning her hands over her head on the leather seat. The now-familiar excitement gathered in Lucy’s middle and spread to every corner of her body, her mind.
Matt watched her closely, conflict in every plane of his face, his thick flesh still throbbing inside her. When he finally spoke, his voice was pure gravel. “Stop here or keep f**king you? I need an answer. And I need it now.”
She squeezed him with her inner walls before allowing her thighs to fall open in invitation. At the same time, she struggled to get her hands free. “Don’t give me a choice.”
“Lucy…,” he warned, even as his eyes darkened, then closed.
Refusing to give up on the feeling she was chasing, Lucy turned her head and sank her teeth into his forearm. The hands manacling her own tightened their punishing grip as Matt groaned. Lucy increased her struggle, bucking her body beneath his once, twice.
Slowly, his hips eased back, then pushed forward again. Euphoria shot straight through her body. She tossed her head back on the seat, reveling in it for a glorious moment, then began her renewed struggles. As she watched, Matt lost whatever battle he’d been waging inside himself and began to drive into her. When Lucy twisted on the seat, in a halfhearted attempt to dislodge him, he only threw her legs over his broad shoulders and pumped harder.
“Don’t you dare try to keep that pu**y away from me. It’s mine. You are mine.”
Somehow Lucy managed to speak around the pleasure spearing through her. Oh God, she was so close. Just a little more. “No.”
With a frustrated sound, Matt brought his body down on top of hers, bringing her knees even with her shoulders. Angling his body above her, he pounded down, grunting with exertion. “Give it up, baby. I feel you shaking for me.”
She tossed her head on the seat, but couldn’t vocalize her denial. He looked so male, so dominant above her, demanding a release she didn’t want to give, but couldn’t refuse herself.
Matt kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep. “I remember what it feels like when you’re getting ready to blow. It’s seared on my f**king brain. Any minute now, you’re going to tighten up on me like a vise.” He nipped her bottom lip. “And I’m going to f**k right through it.”
Lucy didn’t sail or drift over the edge, but catapulted headlong into a black chasm. She vaguely registered Matt’s hand covering her mouth as she shouted his name, but pleasure overrode any other thought. Her body, already hot, reached a boiling point as she climaxed. It wouldn’t end either, continuing to pummel her senses as Matt drove into her again and again.
Finally, he buried his face in her neck and let go, moaning scattered words against her fevered skin. “Sexy girl, my girl. Please. Baby, baby, baby. So good. So tight.”