Tempting Tricks (Tempting Nights #2)

Chapter Fourteen

~Trick~

I lead her into my bedroom, not bothering to turn the lights on, stopping when we reach the foot of my bed. I turn to face her, releasing her hand to place mine under her chin instead, lifting it until her eyes lock with mine. I brush my fingers against her cheek then skim lower, raising my other hand as I find the first button on her shirt and begin to work it.

“I’ve been waiting a week for you to come.” I release the button and move to the next one. “I’ve taken Kane for six walks a day to kill time.” Slide down to the next button. “I smashed my cell phone against the wall on Wednesday so I wouldn’t call you.” I graze my fingers even lower to the next button, my eyes still locked on hers. “I’ve drank myself into a stupor every night so I wouldn’t go to your place.” I feel down the seam of her shirt, finding the last button. “And I didn’t go to the club. Not once. Because all I want is you. ”

Her shirt falls open, and I slide my hands around her waist, skimming my hands up over the bare flesh of her back and around to her smooth stomach. I trail my hands softly up and over her breasts, which rise and fall quickly under my touch, and finally over her shoulders, pushing her shirt off.

“Patrick,” she whispers. “I have things I want to say to you.”

I shake my head slowly back and forth. “Later.” I lean forward, sliding my hand up to fist the back of her head as I tilt it up to me, my eyes blazing down at her. “I’m done waiting for you.” I arch her head back farther and crush my mouth to hers, not pausing for her consent. The facts that she came, that she waited while I showered, and that she followed me into this bedroom gave me all the permission I need.

Her hands clasp onto my arms, her body melting into mine, and a moan sounds from her throat as I wrench her closer. I release the grip I have on her head to slide my hands down to her ass, jerking her against my throbbing cock. I find the zipper on the back of her skirt, pull it down, then let it slide down her legs. She steps out of the skirt and reaches over, ripping the towel off my waist at the same time.

Gripping under each thigh, I lift her onto the bed, her legs wrapping around me as I prowl over the top of her, my mouth fused to hers, our tongues devouring each other. I grind myself against her covered core, releasing her lips to nibble my way down her throat and over her lace covered breast. She whimpers, her fingers weaving through my locks when I drag my tongue over one swollen nipple.

I release the clip on the front of her bra and remove it, letting her breasts spill free, and latch my mouth onto one puckered tip. I flick my tongue back and forth before I suck hard, sending her back bowing off the bed as she mewls out my name. My cock jerks against her thigh at the sound of my name tumbling from her lips. I release the hard peak with a soft pop and rise to crash my mouth back to hers, sweeping my tongue deep, my hunger for her flaring intensely with every groan.

She clenches her legs around my waist, thrusting her center against my stiff cock, dragging her wet panties up and down my length. I can feel her nails biting into the skin of my back as she clings onto me, and I find myself wishing she would rake them down my back. I want to feel the pain of my skin slicing open as she rubs against me, but I push the thought away, knowing this is something different. Something bigger. Something better if I let myself feel it.

I break our kiss to lift myself off her, kneeling and then moving to stand at the foot of my bed, her body splayed out before me. She’s fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And she’s here, for me.

She sits up on her elbows. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “Absolutely nothing.” I reach down and pull her heels off, then grip the edges of the black lace on her hips and slide them down her legs, dropping them to the floor. I find her eyes and stare back at her. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, her lids lowering halfway as she watches me crawl back up between her legs. She spreads them wider as I move higher, her hand slipping over her lips, her fingers moving to spread them for me. I growl at how uninhibited she is, my cock aching to be buried inside her. I lower my head and swipe my tongue up her clit. The salty taste of her explodes against my tongue, and I hum in approval.

I glance up, my pulse thrumming in excitement as I watch her head fall back and her mouth form a small O when I slide a finger into her drenched core. I flick my tongue over her clit, back and forth, sliding another finger in, pumping in and out, my cock dripping with need. She wriggles underneath, pushing herself up into my face, the stubble of my chin grinding against her folds, while her cries tell me not to stop.

I do though, right as I feel her muscles begin to clench around my fingers. I pull them out, a gasp of outrage coming from her as I raise my body over hers. I line myself with her core and start pushing my cock into her entrance.

“Go slow,” she pants, her eyes clenching tight.

I nod my head, sliding forward as slowly as I can, allowing her walls to expand around the width of my cock. She’s so fucking tight. When I’m finally all the way in, I groan so loud in pure fucking ecstasy, I’m sure every neighbor on my floor probably hears it. Rearing back slowly, I push forward once, twice, then again, the heat of her pussy the sweetest hell I’ve ever felt. I moan again, then freeze, pulling myself completely out of her. “Fuck!”

She sits up, eyes wide, brows raised high. “What?”

I run a hand through my still damp hair and shake my head, disgusted at myself. “Condom.” I point down to my very angry dick, red and swollen against my waist. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

She sits up further, her features relaxing. “I have an IUD.” Her eyes dart to my dick, her voice softening. “Are you clean?” She licks her lips then looks back up at me. “I mean, I know you spend a lot of time at that club.” She frowns. “And of course, let’s not forget about your job at Temptations. I’m sure you’ve done more than escort your dates.”

I look down at her, surprised. “I’m clean. Everyone has to be tested there, and I always wear something if I’m, you know, escorting someone. Which I’m not anymore, by the way. Not since I’ve met you.”

“Then how about you finish what you started?” She raises one brow, crooks a finger at me, and lies back on the bed.

“With pleasure.” I kneel back between her legs, lift her knees, and sink into her in one thrust.

“God, yes!” echoes across the room as I bury myself inside her. I slide back slowly then shove forward, plunging deep inside her. I release her knees and move my body over hers, claiming her lips again as I continue to rock into her. She pushes against me, sliding her body out from under mine in one quick motion, my dick slipping free.

“I want to be on top.” She grabs my arm and rolls me onto my back, straddling me.

“Okay,” I pant, planting my grip on her hips as she tilts them, sliding down onto my cock, stopping when she’s fully seated.

She lets out a long moan as she begins gliding herself back and forth, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock, her head back, her long hair dusting against the top of my legs. I shift, moving to a sitting position, and her legs wrap tightly around my waist. I lean forward, sucking one of her raised buds into my mouth .

“Oh!” she exclaims, her hips jerking at the added sensation. I bite, hard, and groan when I feel her pussy clenching my dick like a vise. She likes the fucking pain as much as I do.

I release the grip my other hand has on her waist, and raise it to fist her hair, yanking her head back, biting again on her nipple, a scream of pleasure coming from her. I shove my cock higher, harder, deeper. Her muscles contract then release, a continuous pulsing throb as she comes, her nails scratching across my shoulders as she calls out my name again and again. I follow a second later, shouting obscenities, my vision going temporarily black as my release bursts inside of her, filling her with my seed as she continues to rock against me, my arms crushing her to me.

Her hips gradually come to a stop, our panting breaths the only sound in the room, while her heartbeat thuds against my chest. Her arms hang loosely around my neck, her head in the crook of my neck, her breath warm as she speaks. “I didn’t come here for this.”

I scoff, knowing she did, even if she won’t admit it. “Yes, you did.” I rock my hips. “Could you at least wait until my cock’s not buried in you to deny it?”

She pushes against me to get up, but I tighten my arms around her, holding her against me.

“Stop.” I sigh. “Just stop.”

“Stop what?” She huffs against my shoulder, surrendering her struggle.

“Stop fighting me. Fighting this.” I pull back to look at her. “You want this as much as I do.”

She stares at me, blinking several times, her body softening against mine as she shakes her head in defeat. “I don’t know what I want. ”

“You do.” I place my finger under her chin and lift her face to me. “You’re just still afraid to admit it.” I press my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “It’s okay to want this beast.”

She kisses me back timidly, a soft chuckle following as she shakes her head. “How apropos.”

My brows furrow. “In what way?”

“It doesn’t matter.” She shifts again, lifting her hips, but I lock my grip around her waist, trapping her in place.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“It’s stupid.” Her cheeks flame red.

“I’ll decide that.” I shove up into her pussy, just the feel of her making me hard again. “Tell me or I’ll throw you over my knee and spank you.”

Her eyes dilate, and I realize I just doled out the wrong warning if I want her to comply. I push my cock up again and drawl out, “And, I won’t fuck you after I do it.”

Her eyes flare, but she heeds the warning. “My full name is Annabelle, but everyone calls me Belle, mostly because it’s what my mother always called me.” She twists a piece of her hair around her finger as she continues speaking, peeking up at me under her long lashes. “Her favorite fairy tale was Beauty and the Beast .” She laughs in memory. “She must have read it to me hundreds of times, telling me that someday I would find my prince. But she warned that I had to always remember that, sometimes, the most wicked of men turned out to be the best of men, so I should never overlook the beast.”

“Am I supposed to be the monster in this little story?” I ask sardonically.

“You’re not a monster,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.” She grabs my face with both hands, peppering kisses against my lips. “I’m sorry.”

I wrap my hands around her face, deepening the kisses she’s giving me. Her arms slide around my neck, her breasts pushing against my chest as she fuses herself against me. I slide my hands to her legs to unwrap them from my waist and lower her back onto the bed, shifting myself over her. My cock slides out for a moment, my cum running out of her. The sight makes me even harder, and I grip my cock in my fist, stroking it once before I shove it back into her core.

She’s so wet, I glide right in, my size no longer an issue. I slip my arms under her shoulders, hauling her body against mine, increasing the pace of my thrusts. Her arms clench around my body, her teeth sinking into my shoulder when I plunge deeper, harder, faster. My hips piston against hers, and I feel the skin between her teeth rip, the flesh under her nails tear, my cock swelling harder in response. I slam into her again and again, my balls bunching up, until I fucking explode, a roar bellowing from my chest as I pump every last drop of myself into her.