Page 30 of Whatever Lola Wants (Odyssey #2)

She moaned aloud, not caring if he knew how turned on she was.

Not caring that it gave him the upper hand.

Her cunt clenched down on his finger convulsively, and at this angle that one finger felt huge inside her.

He thrust deep, callouses scraping over delicate tissues in a delicious pinch of pain that only made her clench harder.

His voice was barely audible, a rough murmur in her ear. “ You like this.”

She slicked her tongue over dry lips. “ What was your first clue?”

“Honestly?” His finger slid out, drawing up to rasp over her clit, and her hips tried in vain to follow.

“ When you saw the rope, your eyes went dark.” He leaned closer, flicked his tongue over her bottom lip before giving it a sharp nip with his teeth.

“ And I could actually see your pussy get wetter.”

He nipped her lip again and rose to his feet.

He towered over her, making her feel small and helpless as he toed off his shoes and nudged them aside.

He unbuttoned his shirt, his movements smooth and unhurried.

She watched the play of muscles under his skin when he tossed it aside, the smattering of hair over his chest drawing her eye.

It tapered down, forming a little happy trail that disappeared behind his waistband and made her mouth water.

His hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out a pair of EMT safety sheers. He tossed them on the pillow at the head of the bed, then his hands went to his belt. He unbuckled, unhooked, and unzipped so the slacks fell away and his dick bounced free.

Her eyes popped wide when she saw he wasn’t wearing underwear. “ Were you free balling all day?”

He grinned and kicked the pants aside, then bent to peel off his socks. Tossing them after the pants, he straightened. “ I worked from home today.”

“Still.” She swallowed hard as he came closer, his cock bobbing out in front of him like a divining rod. A divining rod, she realized, she couldn’t reach. She might be able to if she knelt up, but he’d made that impossible by binding her ankles to her arms. “ Um . I see a problem.”

“I have a solution.” He reached down, grasped her upper arms, and lifted her into the air.

She squeaked as her feet dropped, yanking on her bound arms. She tightened the muscles in her legs and core to keep her calves pressed against her thighs, then squeaked again when he put her on the bed.

And she realized, with the added height, that her face was now only slightly lower than his groin.

He wrapped one broad hand around his erection and the other around the back of her neck. “ Now ,” he rumbled, eyes gleaming. “ Blowjob .”

“A deal’s a deal,” she said and opened her mouth.

The taste of him exploded on her tongue, and her whimpering moan had him pressing deeper.

She opened her mouth wider, her eyes watering when he slid all the way to the back of her throat.

She tried to raise her hands, jerking against the restraining ropes.

She tried to move her head back, but his hand on her neck kept her in place, and she squeaked in panic.

He immediately backed up, his eyes locked on hers as he drew free. She panted for breath and he swiped a thumb across her lower lip. “ All right?”

She swallowed and nodded. “ Sorry . Panicked .”

“Take your time.”

She drew a deep breath and reminded herself that he wouldn’t push her harder than she could take. He’d stopped at the slightest sign of distress, checking in and reassuring her, and the knowledge calmed her panic. Her body, tense and rigid, went soft when she relaxed, and she he smiled.

“Okay, then,” he murmured in the low voice that made her shiver, and pressed forward again. “ Open up.”

She parted her lips and he slid back inside. Slower this time, giving her a chance to stroke her tongue over him. She hummed in delight, her eyes shining with pleasure, and she tried to lean forward to take him deeper.

His grip tightened on her neck, then he shifted both hands to cradle her head. She glanced up in confusion when he dragged her back an inch.

“I decide when,” he told her.

She couldn’t say anything with his dick in her mouth, but she hummed her agreement, and he understood.

Slowly, taking care not to overwhelm her, he slid in deeper, stopping before he hit the back of her throat this time. He pulled back smoothly, then without pause drove back in.

“Use your tongue,” he ordered, pleasure rippling over his features when she complied. “ That’s it, just like that. Good girl.”

She flushed at the praise, relaxing into his hands as he held her steady for his thrusts.

He kept the pace steady for a while, and she allowed herself to drift.

She didn’t have to do anything, worry about anything.

He’d put her where he wanted her, tell her what she needed to do; she didn’t have to think about it at all.

It was strangely freeing. And with the absence of control, her own desire came rushing to the forefront of her mind.

Her body hummed with it, like a current under the skin, in the blood.

She could feel her pulse in her nipples, pinched so tight it almost felt as though they were clamped.

In her pussy, dripping with desire. The insides of her thighs were slick with it, her clit distended and aching as she took him into her mouth over and over again.

She was so turned on she thought she might actually come without anything touching her pussy. She moaned at the thought, her eyes drifting closed to concentrate on the sensations gathering in her core.

“Open your eyes, Lola .”

She forced them open at his harsh growl, blinking to bring him into focus. His hips sped up, his cock going all the way to the back of her throat on each thrust, and she struggled to keep her jaw relaxed and her throat open for him.

“That’s it, baby.” His jaw was tense, eyes fierce. “ I want to see your eyes while I fuck your mouth,” he told her. He hit the back of her throat hard enough to make her gag, and she watched his eyes flare. “ Take me,” he growled and did it again.

This time she managed to suppress the reflex, and her eyes went wide when he slipped into her throat. His strangled groan filled the room.

“So fucking good.” He pulled back and thrust again, looking so deep into her eyes she thought he might be able to see all the way to her soul.

Over and over again he disappeared into her mouth, withdrew, and drove forward again.

His hands were firm on her head, her lips stretched wide around his cock.

He was going deep on every thrust now, forcing her to manage her gag reflex, to time her breathing to his withdrawals.

He was so thick she couldn’t breathe around him when he went deep, so hard her throat felt bruised, but she didn’t stop sliding her tongue over the head when he pulled back.

All she could see was the hard planes of his belly as he drove into her mouth, all she could taste was the tang of his pre-come when she swirled her tongue around the swollen head.

All she could hear were the hoarse groans and words of praise he muttered, all she could smell was the scent of his soap mixed with sweat, and the sweet musk of her own arousal.

Her entire world had narrowed to his cock and her cunt, and the needs of both.

She lifted her eyes past his belly, up his chest, struggling to see his face without moving her head.

Sweat matted his chest hair, glistening on the skin of his throat.

His head was tipped down, so much lust in his eyes as he watched his dick disappear into her mouth that she felt her cunt clench hard in response.

“Oh, baby,” he rasped. “ Fuck , you’re so good. So good, so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

His fingers tightened, digging into her scalp, the tiny prickles of pain making her pussy clench. He slid his cock all the way to the back of her throat—and kept going.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Swallow me down. You can take it. Come on, relax your throat,” he urged while she struggled to do just that. “ Yeah , baby. I’m going to fuck your throat, Lola .”

She moaned, and he cursed as the vibrations in her throat hit his dick.

Her eyes flicked up again when he pulled back, wanting to see his face again.

He was startlingly beautiful with his jaw clenched against the outrageous pleasure, his eyes dark with it.

Sweat dampened his hair, the curling ends falling over his forehead.

He was carnal and primitive, the cloak of the suave, successful entrepreneur stripped away by raw, elemental lust.

He drove forward again, his hips jerking when her teeth scraped carefully along his shaft.

He was getting close, the tells she’d come to know over the last few weeks beginning to show.

Bright color stained his cheekbones, and the once smooth thrust and recoil of his hips grew jerky and disjointed.

His fingers were pressing harder against her scalp, his breathing becoming ragged.

She wanted to touch him, to lay her hands on his thighs or his hips so she could feel the shudders run through him as his control disintegrated.

But she couldn’t, so she used her lips and her tongue and her teeth, every part of her mouth to touch as much of him as she could while she tugged at the ropes that bound her, straining against them to force her own frustration and desire to a fever pitch.

She was riding the same ragged edge she saw in his eyes, the hard throb in her pussy making her want to spit his cock out, shove him to his back and ride him until she exploded.

But all she could do was writhe in his ropes, work his dick, and hope that after he’d shot his load into her throat he’d put her out of her misery.