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Finally, they faced each other nose to nose. Apologies and declarations of love and lewd intentions swirled in his mind like the frenzied lyrics of a punk song. His lips parted to speak, but no words completed the journey to his tongue.
Damn it. Her bottomless brown eyes rendered him speechless.
“I know all of it, Bel. You do not need to speak.” She smiled like a woman who had watched empires rise and fall, but saw the sun and moon set with him. Whether she had chosen it or not—she wanted him and it shone on her face.
His heart erupted with tenderness, and he kissed the tip of her nose. Then, his cock parted the hot silk of her pićka, and he slid home. Yes. That’s what she was—had always been—his home.
Her chin lifted and she tried to throw back her head.
“Don’t you dare look away from me, Uta.”
Her breaths came irregularly, her lips pressed together, and she nodded her acquiescence. At least he wasn’t the only one undone.
Then he began to move.
Her core clenched around him instantly—she was already coming. Just barely, he resisted spilling inside her and gentled his thrusts. When her spasms subsided, he pressed her harder, driving her into the bed with everything he had. She met his force, slamming herself onto him and making feminine groans each time he stroked her core. He reached between them to touch her clit, and she squeezed him with even more force. Damn, vampires were strong everywhere.
“Oh gods of Illyria, Bel, please do not stop.”
“Never, Uta. Now that we’ve started, I will never stop.”
He hadn’t planned to say it, hadn’t even been sure until the words spilled out. Tears shimmered over the surface of her eyes, and one pink bead trickled down her temple into her hair.
He knew exactly how she felt, could very nearly have cried with his own relief. Together at last. The emotions overwhelmed him, and tipped him over the edge. He closed his eyes as the pleasure washed over him, and he collapsed on top of her, reveling in the fullness of their reunion.
The belt tore from the head board with a soft rip. Then her arms circled his shoulders, her hands tangling his hair. She pressed her lips to his ear and whispered. “Thank you my love. I cannot possibly tell you how grateful I am for this gift. Please believe me when I say it was the greatest moment of my life.”
Silly old girl, getting all sentimental on him. Not that he wasn’t indulging in a little mush himself.
He squeezed her tight and rolled her on top of him. “You don’t say?” He smoothed her gorgeous hair off her damp forehead and smiled up at her, expecting an amused look in return.
But instead the corners of her mouth turned down, and a furrow appeared between her eyes.
“Forgive me, my love.” She brushed a kiss across his lips, and disappeared in a blur of motion.
She snorted and withdrew her hand from his fingers. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Orgasm however…”
Jax’s cock throbbed. He studied her, waiting.
With a slow breath, Nat shifted on the seat beside him and fixed him with a steady gaze. “So here’s the deal. You want magic. I want amazing sex. But I’m in charge. You meet every challenge I give you, and I give you possible replacements for the irreplaceable.”
“So let’s cut to the chase. First challenge.”
He pulled in his own breath, every fibre in his body charged.
“I’m going to go down on you right now—”
A hot shard of concentrated lust speared Jax’s groin.
“—and you’re not allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
He blinked. “What?”
She studied him. “The first challenge is denial. I am denying you the right to come.”
A knot of something dark and primitive twisted in Jax’s gut. He stared at her, his cock hard and heavy. “I thought you wanted me to give you—”
“I do, Campbell,” she cut him off, her voice modulated. “But in case you haven’t figured it out yet, this is also about revenge.”
“For having sex with other women before you and I started to get serious?”
“We were already serious. But no, not that. For taking my AC/DC record.”
“Nat,” he began and then stopped. He didn’t know what to say.
And it seemed she didn’t want him to say anything anyway. Eyes holding his, lips parted, she leaned forward, unzipped his fly and released his rigid dick.
It sprang free of his trousers instantly and enthusiastically.
“I love that you never wear underwear,” she murmured, lowering her head to his crotch. Her breath caressed his straining flesh, a warm tickle of taunting promise.
He stared at the back of her head, chest tight. They’d never played power games in their previous sexual relationship. They’d just gone at each other whenever they wanted, surrendering to their perfectly matched sexual appetites. And he’d never allowed any of his sexual partners after her to dominate him. So why the fuck was he so turned on by the idea of Nat being in control of his release now?
The soft, wet touch of her tongue on the tip of his cock stole any answer his brain may have formed.
He hissed in a breath, reaching for her hair.
She slapped his hand away without lifting her head.
He groaned out a snigger, the sound turning shaky as she flicked the tip of her tongue over his cock’s tiny slit.
Jolts of squirming heat shot through him, sinking into his balls. He shifted on his seat, thrusting his hips upward in a slow roll.
Nat waited, her breath on his aching rod an exquisite torment.
When he settled again, she traced her tongue up the entire length of his erection, from where his cock parted his fly up to its very crown.
Jax groaned again, balling his fists.
A part of his rapture-fogged brain recognized the subtle sway and movement of the limo as they drove through Sydney, heading for the IMAX theatre thirty-odd minutes away. Another part wished to fucking hell they were heading for Perth on the other side of the fucking country, almost four thousand kilometres away. He didn’t want this to end. He truly didn’t.
And it had only just begun.
Once again, Nat’s breath kissed his hot flesh. He ground his teeth, waiting for the bliss of her tongue. Instead, she nipped the tip of his cock with her teeth.
Hot pleasure lashed at him. “Fuck!” he burst out, slamming his hips upward.
She planted her palms on his thighs and shoved him back to the seat, glancing up at him through the dark strands of her fringe.
He reached for her hair, needing to feel its glossy weight tangle through his fingers but she slapped his hand away again.
He let out a raspy chuckle. “If you say s—”
She plunged her lips down his length, cutting his cheeky response dead. She sucked back up to his crown, rolled the flat of her tongue over the bulbous dome of his cock and then took him deep into her mouth again. As far as the parted fly of his trousers would allow.
He groaned, arching in his seat. Flicking a glance at the control panel of the privacy glass, he realized she hadn’t locked it. His heart thumped faster. Bruce could lower the divider at any moment.
Hot blood flooded his already engorged dick at the thought, making it twitch in Nat’s mouth.
Nat hummed her approval, drew harder on his length and slowly inched back up to the rim of his crown.
He let out a ragged breath, rolled his head and closed his eyes. His balls throbbed. “Oh yeah.”
Nat continued to work his cock with her lips, tongue and teeth. Every time a shudder of liquid tension claimed him, she’d pause, lips sealed around his flesh.
He ground his teeth, driving his nails to his palms. Fuck, he was close to blowing. Close to flooding her mouth and throat with his release. “Nat…” he rasped, grabbing at the edge of the seat as she laved the sensitive knot of flesh just below his cockhead. “How…how serious are you…are you about me not…not coming?”
She withdrew her mouth from his dick and fixed him with a level gaze, undeniable pleasure burning in her grey eyes. “Are you going to fail the first challenge already, Campbell?”
The huskiness of her voice belied her poise.
He forced out a strained laugh. “Not at all.”
Her lips curled. “So you won’t mind if I do this?”
She repositioned herself on the seat beside him and parted the split in her dress, revealing the fact she wore no underwear.
“Or this?” she murmured, stroking a slow finger along the seam of her hair-free pussy.
Liquid electricity shot up Jax’s spine. Into his balls. He stared at her finger playing with her clit, his throat thick, his mouth dry. “Unfair,” he ground out.
A throaty chuckle fell from her lips. “I never said I was going to play fair.”
He reached for her hand between her thighs, aching to feel the slick moisture of her juices on his fingers.
For a delicious second, she allowed him. He parted her folds with his middle finger, a rush of giddy pleasure claiming him at her slick warmth. A strangled moan vibrated low in his chest. He closed his eyes, slowly inching his finger deeper into her tightness.
She shifted on the seat, circling his wrist to control his penetrations even as she wrapped her other hand around his still engorged shaft.
“Unfair,” he groaned again. Hell, he was going to come any second now.
She laughed, sliding his finger in and out her sex at the same time as she pumped his cock with increasing pressure.
A shudder rocked him. His balls constricted higher to his body. He opened his eyes and stared at the limo’s ceiling, desperate to stave off the mounting heat in his groin. It was damn near impossible, what with the mind-blowing pressure of her pussy around his finger and the equally intense pressure of her hand working his cock. Pumping up and down it. Kneading it.
Hot licks of tension lashed over his balls. He bit back a shaky curse, all too aware he was on the cusp of an orgasm.
“Uh-uh,” she reproached, voice a breathless pant. “I told you…”
He wriggled his finger inside her, determined to undo her control. To make her come with him.
Because he was going to come. With the scent of Nat’s pleasure in every breath he pulled, the tight suction of her pussy on his finger, the warm moisture of her juices on his flesh…with the feel of her palm sliding up and down his cock…oh yeah, he was going to come. But not until he made her come first.
Ignoring her controlling grip on his wrist, he withdrew his finger from inside her and placed it on the nub of her clit. Rolled it over the tiny button.
Her hissed intake of breath told him he’d hit the right spot. As did her hoarse, “Fuck, that’s it, that’s it.”
Pulse pounding, concentrated need rising in his groin, he opened his eyes and stared into hers. “Say it again.”
She studied him, her breath ragged, her lips parted, her breasts rising and falling. “That’s it,” she panted, grinding her clit to his finger. “That’s it.”
“Come for me, Boxhead,” he ordered as he closed his hand around hers on his cock and pumped faster. “Come on my hand. Now.”
“We’re almost there, Mr. Campbell,” Bruce’s voice filled the back of the limo through the com-link speaker. “Just waiting for our turn at the beginning of the red carpet.”
Tight fury threaded through Jax’s red-hot pleasure. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to make her come. He wanted to hear her cry out as her orgasm detonated in her soul.
He wanted to join her in release. He wanted to fucking erupt and paint the limo’s ceiling with his—
“Two cars away, Mr. Campbell,” Bruce’s voice sounded from the speaker.
“Fuck,” Nat ground out, teeth clenched, ecstasy etched on her face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Jax rolled his finger over her clit faster, gazing into her eyes. Drowning in the wanton need he saw there, the undeniable pleasure. “Come for me, gorgeous,” he moaned, every molecule in his body thrumming. Christ, any second now…he was going to come any second… “I want you to come…”
“Inside me,” Nat demanded, hips rolling. “Fucking shove your fucking fingers inside—”
He sank two fingers into her sodden pussy and scissored them inside her. “Come for me, gorgeous,” he pleaded, aching for his own release. “Come for—”
She threw back her head, slammed her hands to the limo’s ceiling, rammed her hips forward and, teeth biting into her bottom lip, drenched his hand with her release.
“We are here,” Bruce’s voice filled the limo just as the car came to a stop.
Without a word, Nat withdrew Jax’s hand from between her thighs and lifted it to his lips.
“Taste it,” she whispered, holding his stare. “You did that to me.”
He swiped out his tongue and ran it up the length of his middle finger. Her honeyed musk flooded his senses, distinctly hers. His whole body reacted, a tsunami of raw need and base urgency.
A slow smile curled Nat’s lip as she lowered her head to his. She squeezed his straining cock. “And I did that to you,” she murmured in his ear.
He ground out a whimpered moan, and then another one as she released his length and settled back into the plush seat beside him.
She shot him a sideways glance. “Ready?”
The back door opened before he could respond and Bruce’s massive, tuxedo-clad body filled the frame. The screams and cheers of the public waiting to get a glimpse of their favourite idol or celebrity flowed into the cabin from beyond. And Jax sat there, panting, with his dick out.
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