Page 74 of Yearn

Oh, how badly I wanted to defy him. Tell him I’ll never ask for anything from him. But I knew it was a lie, and that I’d humiliate myself further just to get his hands on me. Max had never inspired this type of devotion; this ragged, burning need to have his fingers all over my body, willing to do whatever he wanted. I wasn’t a woman who needed to ask.

I demanded.

I directed what I wanted from sex, in the goal to have an orgasm. Max had tied me up briefly at my request, but it hadn’t given me the jolt I thought it would so we never tried it again. Was it because he didn’t have the dominant factor I craved? Was he too polite and gentle, when I dreamed of rough and dirty? All I knew is lying here with my hands above my head, chained byonly Adam’s command, lit me up to such an intense level I my entire body seized with a raw need to surrender.

His gaze touched on every inch of my exposed body, caressing my breasts and making my nipples twist tighter. God, I wanted to feel his tongue on them, pulling and biting and suckling. But I remained stubbornly quiet.

He made a mocking clucking sound. “Too afraid to ask, princess?”

“Too above you.”

He chuckled and a surge of satisfaction rolled through me. I loved making him laugh because I knew he was a man who didn’t do it often. “Pride is overrated when I can make you feel so good.” His voice lowered to a deep, velvety drawl that made my toes curl. “I’ll give you my tongue or my teeth, one finger or all of them, anywhere you want it. Any way you want it. Just ask me nicely.”

My breath came out in uneven pants. I was in such a war with my body and mind, I almost gave up and ran away. But he must’ve known, because he began to unbutton his shirt, his searing stare holding mine with promise of what was to come. I watched those muscled pecs get revealed, the tight eight pack I wanted to taste. His skin held the perfect amount of chest hair. Dual scrawling tats traveled down his right and left sides in words I couldn’t read. He left the shirt hanging open loosely, and damned if that wasn’t hotter than if he’d peeled the whole thing off. With one quick flick, he opened the button of his jeans, the material snug and low on his hips, then crawled onto the bed, straddling my thighs.

I made a low noise of animal need. His eyes lit with intensity and demand. “Ask me, Landon.”

I broke. “I want you to suck on my nipples.”

“Good girl. You ask so sweet.”

I flushed at his praise, loving and hating his purring voice at the same time, but none of it mattered when he finally lowered himself over me, bending his head so his soft, full lips brushed the aching tip of my right breast. Back and forth, he sensitized them with his hot breath and teasing barely there touch, and when I was ready to scream for him to stop messing around, his mouth opened and he sucked the tip with a perfect, firm suction that made me arch up and gasp.

My mind broke as Adam stopped playing and focused all of his attention on my aching, swollen breasts. Licking, suckling, using his teeth to scrape against my nipple. The scruff of his beard became a sweet pain as he took his time driving me slowly insane, then switched to the other breast to start all over again.

Time stopped then crawled in slow intervals. My swollen nipples rose to meet him, and I wondered if I was about to have an orgasm right now when that was the only body part he’d touched.

Finally, he lifted his head. I stared into those fathomless dark eyes and wished I could stay there forever.

“Is that all you want?”

I blinked. Re-focused. His massive arousal pressed hard against my thigh, but once again, his face and voice stayed tight with control. I felt the power switch, and I knew this was not something I could do halfway. I needed to commit to this night and go all in, which would mean being uncomfortable. He probably believed I’d back off, too afraid to play by his rules. I refused to be underestimated.

I needed to make him lose his mind with wanting me. I needed him to forget about his little game and do anything he needed to in order to fuck me.

I allowed a tiny smile to play on my lips. A frown creased his brow as his focus narrowed on my mouth.

“No. I want you crawl back down and lick my pussy. I want you to suck on my clit and put your tongue inside me and make me come hard against your mouth. Then I want you to kiss me so I can taste myself on you.” I paused, taking in the shock in his eyes and the angry tik in his jaw as my words pummeled him. His entire body clenched as if he was fighting his own arousal, and I hoped that iron willed control had shred within my grasp.

His voice scraped like gravel. “You forgot to say the magic word.”

A sweet, hot rush of victory flowed through me. I waited a few precious seconds, never breaking my gaze or my hold on the headboard. “Please.”

Adam muttered a vicious curse. He glared at me like I was the Devil lying naked in his bed, doing exactly as he asked but in return, claiming his soul. Our uneven breath was the only sound in the shattering silence as our battle of wills crashed together.

Then with one quick motion, he slid down my body, shoved my legs apart, and buried his mouth between my thighs.

There was no building up to the shocking pleasure of his tongue over my weeping center. He attacked me with a devastating precision of an expert, knowing exactly how to use the flat of his tongue to lap at my juices and drag over my clit, his thumbs holding me wide so he had access to every swollen inch. I cried out his name and threw my head back, shoved straight to the edge of orgasm by a speed I wasn’t used to. I clutched the headboard frantically as his teeth nibbled at my throbbing clit and his tongue swirled in tight circles. He began to hum, the vibration rocketing through me, devouring me whole as if it was his holy right rather than my demand, and in one perfect move, he opened his lips and sucked hard on my aching clit, hurtling me up and over into a crashing orgasm.

My body shook from the endless waves. My heels dug into the mattress as I lifted my hips in a grinding, dirty rhythm, andhe still didn’t stop, not allowing me to come down, using the same exquisite pressure to force me into another orgasm.

The room spun. Half-drunk from the intense release, my head wobbled to the side and I watched him slide back up my body, his mouth inches from mine.

“Open up, princess. Here’s your kiss.”

I whimpered and he smiled, and then he was kissing me like I’d dreamed of, like that day in the hotel, but it was so much better because we didn’t have to stop. I allowed him full access, loving his delicious male flavor mixed with my spicy scent. His tongue tangled with mine, and he allowed me to play for a bit until he took over, pushing me into the pillow and dominating my mouth with bold, hungry strokes. There was nothing to do but surrender and allow him to take what he wanted. His hands held my face, holding me still for the invasion, and when he finally broke the kiss, I was wild with want; wild for him.

“Please fuck me, Adam.” It had stopped being a game and become so much more. In that moment, I’d do anything he asked. I was shameful in my brokenness, my pride gone along with the goal of winning.

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