Chapter Four
Amanda couldn’t say she’d had a man feed her before, never mind in bed while she was bound, but that’s what Decklan did.
He held out a spoonful for her to taste. “Open.”
She did as he asked and was rewarded with the most delicious cold treat on her tongue. There was something decadent about being tied up and taken care of. Something freeing. She wasn’t even focused on her body anymore. The hot look in his eyes had all but taken care of that.
“Oreo?” she asked, running her tongue along her lips.
His indigo gaze followed the movement. “Cookies and cream.” He fed her another bite.
“Mmm.”
“Good, huh?”
“You should try some,” she said.
A wicked gleam entered his eyes. “I think I will.”
Using his finger, he scooped up a dollop of the treat and traced a circle around her breasts, pausing to refresh the ice cream as he worked.
The coldness on her skin provided a delicious contrast with the fire inside her and the heat he generated with his large body alongside hers. He bracketed her on one side, captured her with his sensual assault on her body, lapping up the treat with slick licks of his tongue.
“Mmm.” Her nipples puckered and her clit throbbed, need piercing through her.
“Easy, baby. We’re just starting.” He reached for the chocolate syrup and drizzled it around her breasts and over her nipples.
She arched off the bed, writhing, her body seeking more, more, more. “Decklan, please.”
“Please what?” He leaned in, nuzzling her neck, nibbling her skin everywhere but where she needed his touch the most. “Tell me what you want,” he said in a dangerous voice.
She wanted his mouth on her nipples, desperately needed to feel him bite down and tug so hard she felt the pull deep in her sex. And she wanted his wicked tongue on her clit next.
But ask for those things? “I can’t.”
He gripped her chin and turned her face toward him. “You can. I’m not a mind reader, and if you want me to please you, you need to ask for what you want.”
She swiped her tongue over her lips and drew a deep breath. This was hard. But disappointing him wasn’t an option. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “Taste my nipples.”
“Ask me again. And look at me when you do.”
He was a tough taskmaster, but he wasn’t asking for anything he didn’t want to give. He just wanted her trust.
She swallowed hard. Forced her heavy eyelids open. “Lick my nipples.”
He leaned down and licked her lightly, first one, then the other, the light whisper coming nowhere even close to what her body craved.
“See? All you have to do is ask. Trust me with your desires, and believe that I’ll give you what you need.” His gorgeous eyes darkened with his words, his words giving her the courage to give voice to her needs.
Arousal, urgency, and his implied promise made her brave. “Bite down. Suck harder. First my nipples, then I want you to…” She hesitated.
“Say it,” he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.
She could do this. Had to or she wouldn’t get what she needed, and she needed him, his buff body and his erection pulsing against her hip. He was big, thick, and she shivered at the prospect of taking him inside her. Creamy desire coated her thighs.
He leaned over, his dark hair a heady contrast to her paler skin, and without warning, he bit down on one nipple. She moaned, the sharp sting of pain quickly morphing into pleasure. “Fuck me,” she cried out, arching her hips and begging him with her body.
“That I can do.”
He pushed up and levered over her, arms muscular, abs defined, and as she’d seen when he undressed, the cut leading down to his groin mouthwatering. Clearly the man worked out. And he smelled as good as he looked, everything inside her melting for him.
He dipped his head, cupped her breasts, and pushed the twin mounds together. She thanked God he hadn’t tied her legs, because she squeezed them tight, finding what little relief she could from the pulsating need. Without warning, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around the distended peak before tugging with his teeth, long and hard.
She tipped her head back and moaned, pulling at the restraints that bound her, the mixture of pleasure and pain arousing her beyond reason. He didn’t let up, licking, teasing, biting first one nipple then the other, pausing only to give the same treatment to the sensitive skin on and around each breast. With every tweak of a taut bud, her sex pulsed and throbbed.
She writhed beneath him, the sounds coming from her throat foreign to her own ears. “Decklan, please. Please, please, please.” Clearly she wasn’t above begging.
He reached over, yanked open a nightstand drawer, and pulled out a condom, opening the packet and sliding it on with shaking hands.
She reveled in the fact that she could bring this big man to the brink, wished she could wrap her arms around him, feel the corded muscles in his forearms and back. As aroused as she was by being bound, the desire to stroke and caress him was stronger.
He slid one finger between the creamy folds of her sex. “You ready to take me, baby?”
“Yes,” she said, the word coming out in a hiss. Her pussy clenched, an unsuccessful attempt to pull his finger inside her.
He was teasing her, tormenting her, and she couldn’t take it. “I want to feel you.” She pulled against the restraints. “Untie me, please.”
His eyes grew hooded at the request, but she wasn’t deterred, nor was she above begging.
“I need to stroke you, to touch you, to hold your cock in my hand.”
Decklan hung his head and groaned. Damn, but he was tempted to do as she asked. Tempted for the first time ever. Other women had asked him to release them, but none pulled at his emotions. None made him want the same thing, her hands on his body, her fingers stroking his cock. He normally needed the women he slept with restrained and under his control. But if Decklan knew one thing, it was that if she wrapped those arms around him and pulled him in emotionally, he was a goner.
He held back, unable to give in, not even for this one woman who made him want with a ferocity that was foreign to him. He didn’t miss the irony. He’d pushed her boundaries and she gave. She pushed his and he withdrew like a fucking coward.
“I … can’t,” he said and hoped she understood how deeply he meant it.
Silence punctuated the next few seconds, and once again, he wondered if she’d use her safe word and walk away. His heart hammered painfully in his chest, begging him to give in and warring with his mind that told him to lock down his emotions.
She ran one leg up and down his calf, touching him the only way she could. “Okay, but you’d better hurry up and fuck me,” she said lightly. A request he already knew wasn’t easy for her to make once, let alone a second time.
He breathed out a groan of relief. Yet with her acceptance, something warm and tangible passed between them. Something he didn’t want to examine too closely. He already knew she threatened his well-erected walls. He was just now learning how dangerous she would be.
He shook his head and refocused his attention. Gripped his cock in one hand and ran the length over the distended pearl of desire beckoning him. Back and forth, he teased her clit until her entire body trembled beneath him. Her arousal coated his erection, and suddenly he couldn’t wait another second.
He lined himself up at her entrance and pushed inside. She was as hot as he’d imagined, as wet as he’d made her, and so fucking tight he didn’t know how he’d make it all the way into her without exploding.
“Oh God, Decklan, you feel so good. So big.”
He laughed. Actually laughed while thrusting the rest of the way in. “And you’re so tight I could come right now.”
“Don’t you dare,” she muttered. “Not yet.” She clamped her inner walls around him, deliberately, if he had to guess.
He knew he was right when she met his gaze and grinned.
“Damn, woman.” She wasn’t just hot and luscious, she was fun. When did he have fun with women? Fun during sex? “You can be damned sure you’re going to come before I do.”
“I’d better.”
He leaned down and sealed his lips over hers, really kissing her for the first time. Another thing he didn’t normally do, because it implied an intimacy he refused to feel.
Until now.
He thrust his tongue inside her waiting mouth. She tasted like cookies and cream and a slice of heaven, and his heart beat harder in his chest when she rubbed her tongue against his. Of its own accord, his body began to move, his hips rolling against hers, his mouth swallowing her groan of pleasure.
Then he took serious control. Hands braced on either side of her, he raised himself up and pulled his cock out, feeling the drag of her inner walls against his hard length before plunging back deep into her wet core.
God, he’d never felt anything like her before. What made her different, he didn’t know. And when his body demanded more, he stopped caring.
He picked up a demanding pace, and she met him thrust for thrust, her hips arching, her body accepting all of him as he pounded into her. He ripped his mouth from hers, gasping for breath, only to be greeted by frantic sighs and moans.
“Yes. Harder, please, harder,” she insisted.
Her sweet plea mixed with his rising desire. Sweat formed on his forehead, his balls drew up, his climax threatening to barrel into him when suddenly her back arched and she spasmed around him, her own orgasm hitting hard.
“Oh God, Decklan, yes!” she screamed.
His name had him slamming into her again and again, wanting to prolong her pleasure. Tremors shook her far longer than he thought possible, and he struggled to hold back his release. He lost the battle, coming inside her, spilling everything he had to give and more as mini climaxes shuddered through her. Finally, he collapsed against her soft, lush body, completely spent, aware of her breath in his ear.
As soon as he was able, he pushed off her, immediately undid the bindings holding her in place, and scooped her into his arms. He eased her back against the pillows, and she immediately curled into him. Still, he gently massaged her back, arms, and shoulders until he felt certain she’d feel no lingering effects from being tied up.
A little while later, he carried her into the bathroom and turned on the shower, washing the stickiness off them while arousing her body all over again. He towel dried her first, finished up after, and together they collapsed back into bed.
He knew when she fell asleep. Normally he’d get up, pour himself a drink, and wait until he could wake the woman in his bed and make sure she either left or he took her home. Normally seemed a long time ago.
For one thing, he hadn’t brought a woman here in a while, the restraints unused behind the headboard. No one had appealed to him.
He knew now he’d been waiting for her.
He didn’t know what the hell to do about the impact she’d had on him, but he couldn’t let it change anything. The fear that lived within him, the petrifying thought of ever experiencing loss and uncertainty again, had him keeping himself apart.
Hours later, the sun streamed into his bedroom. He awoke to a startling realization. He might have fallen asleep with Amanda snuggled against him, but he’d woken up alone.