I looked up at him to see the muscles in his arms and chest straining and the veins of his arms had popped out. His hands were gripping the headboard hard and I swallowed a whimper at seeing his power leashed, his pa.s.sion controlled.
For me.
I gave him a small smile.
"Take my c.o.c.k," he ordered, his voice thick.
I dropped my head and kissed the tip but gave him no more.
"Maddie-"
I moved and ran my tongue along the juncture of his hip and thigh. He shifted with agitation. I did too, then I moved to run my tongue along the other juncture.
"Take my c.o.c.k, Maddie," he rumbled.
I looked up at him, holding his eyes as I again ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
"G.o.ds," he groaned, his head going back, his corded throat and the bottom of his strong, square jaw exposed. Taking all that in, I felt my c.l.i.t start to pulse.
"You"re so freaking beautiful," I whispered and his chin tipped down.
"Take my c.o.c.k," he clipped.
"So unbelievably beautiful."
"Take me, Madeleine."
I slid my tongue out slowly, touching its tip to the tip of his c.o.c.k.
A rumble tore from his chest and I saw now the muscles of his arms straining and his fingers were gripping the headboard so hard I feared he"d tear it apart.
At that, I decided it was time to give him more.
I wrapped my hand around his c.o.c.k, brought it to me and took it deep.
"Thank the G.o.ds," he rasped out, his neck again arching.
Then I gave it to him, mouth, tongue and hand. I sucked deep. I wrapped my hand tight and stroked hard. I vaguely noticed that now, his whole body was straining, even his legs and I knew he was fighting back surging up and f.u.c.king my mouth.
And that turned me on more.
His rumbles became groans, spurring me on and when they deepened and I felt his body tightening, I slid him out and sat up.
His head came up and his eyes seared into me.
"I want you to take my seed down your throat," he commanded, and at his words, another rush of wetness saturated my s.e.x.
But I fell to my hip, yanked up my nightgown and tugged down my panties.
Swiftly, I shifted up to straddling him, grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it away.
"Another time, baby," I offered, reached between us and curled my fingers around his c.o.c.k.
"Take me deep and ride hard, poppy."
He wasn"t getting this. He didn"t get to give orders.
But, d.a.m.n, I liked how he did.
Still, I slid his tip through my wetness and whispered, "In a minute."
"Now."
I moved him to my c.l.i.t, used him to rub hard against it and that felt f.u.c.king awesome.
"In a minute," I gasped.
"Now, Madeleine."
I rubbed him harder against me and made a mistake.
My head had fallen back, what he was giving me and I was giving me consuming me, I repeated myself.
But added the word "baby."
Suddenly I found my hand pulled from his c.o.c.k. I righted my head just as he positioned himself to my entrance and both his hands grasped my waist. Fingers digging in, he drove me down.
My held fell back again as I breathed, "f.u.c.k yes."
And before I could start to move on him, his arms clamped around me.
My head came back up in surprise and I saw his face.
He was gone. It was like the night we arrived in Karsvall.
There was no control.
There was nothing but want. Hunger. Heat.
He shifted to his knees, taking me with him. As he did this, he lifted me up and my weight and the power of his arms slammed me brutally back down on his c.o.c.k.
I loved it. It tore through me, pushing me straight to the edge. I was teetering as he fell forward, dropping me to my back in the bed.
But he lifted right back up. His fingers finding my ankles, he yanked my legs high, pressing them to his torso, pushing my heels into his shoulders as his hips pounded into mine, our eyes locked.
"Baby," I whispered.
"Touch yourself," he ordered, thrusting violent and deep, his fingers tight around my ankles.
"I"m close," I gasped. "If I do that, I"ll come apart."
"Touch yourself, Maddie," he growled.
My head shook on the bed. "Baby, I-"
He pulled out, swung my legs around so he could roll me to my belly then he yanked up my hips so I was face down but a.s.s up in the bed.
Then his hand cracked against my a.s.s.
Oh G.o.d. G.o.d, G.o.d, G.o.d.
Yes.
My hips jerked, my a.s.s stung, my body f.u.c.king burned.
"Touch yourself," he demanded.
Instantly, I lifted a hand between my legs and touched myself. Within a second, I was whimpering uncontrollably.
His hand cracked against my a.s.s again.
"Yes," I breathed, pressing my fingers deeper, circling hard, lifting my a.s.s to communicate I wanted more.
He gave it to me.
"Oh my G.o.d, Lo," I moaned.
Another smack.
My head flew back. "Yes."
Another one.
"G.o.d, Lo, yes," I exclaimed and came, hard, my cries sharp and piercing the dark.
I kept coming even as I felt him slam into me from behind and keep doing it.
And I kept coming with his fingers wrapped tight around my hips, yanking me back hard even as he thrust in harder. I was only just coming down when he drove in, ground in and I heard his grunt of release that was so deep, I felt it vibrate through his c.o.c.k right to the heart of me.
An aftermath quiver shuddered through me just listening, not to mention feeling.
He couldn"t have come down before he pulled out, yanked me up and pressed his c.o.c.k so that he"d buried it along the crevice of my a.s.s.
But his arms wrapped around me tight, one at my ribs, one at my chest and he shoved his face in my neck.
"You called me Lo," he said there, his breaths labored, his voice gruff.
Suddenly uncertain, I whispered, "Yes. I"ve heard the guys call you-"
He shoved his face deeper into my skin and squeezed so powerfully with his arms, my breath left me in a gush.
"This pleases me," he whispered back.
Thank G.o.d.
I relaxed into him.
He kept whispering, his words soothing into my skin. "You please me."
I closed my eyes but lifted my hands to his forearms, curling my fingers around tight.
He gave me another squeeze even as his hips pushed in, pressing his c.o.c.k deeper between the cheeks of my a.s.s. "Are you tender, dove?"
"Yes."
"But all right?"
"Oh yes," I breathed.
That got me another squeeze.
Then his arms relaxed (slightly) and his lips glided up my neck to my ear. "Some other time, I will take this a.r.s.e," and his hips pushed in again so I knew what he was saying.
A tremor shook my body.
I"d never done that.
But I wanted Apollo to do that to me. I wanted him to take me any way he could. I wanted to take him any way I could. I wanted to own him and I wanted him to own me.
And this knowledge shook me.
He wasn"t done.
"Your a.r.s.e again red, your fingers working between your legs, you"ll climax with me buried inside it."
Okay, now I was thinking I wanted that immediately.
"We"ll need oil," I said softly and his teeth sank into my earlobe, which got another tremor before he shifted his lips to the skin at the back of my ear.
"I"ll get some," he murmured there.
Goodie.
His arms moved. The one at my chest slanting to cup my breast. The one at my ribs doing the same to cup my s.e.x.
"You give me this," he said gently.
"Yes."