Page 54 of Mother Pucker

“Where are your toys?”

Is he for real right now?“What do you– But I thought–”

Rising to his feet, he keeps his eyes pinned on me before putting both his fingers, covered with my juices, into his mouth, licking them clean. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart. I can’t decide which taste I like better–your lips or your pussy.”

He opens up my nightstand, and I get on my elbows to watch, irritation strumming through my veins, as he pulls out my gold vibrator, dropping it on the bed next to me.

His darkened eyes roam over my body once again, snagging on my exposed and needy center before a smirk lifts his lips and he takes in my bewildered expression.

Before I can debate further, he casually strolls to the chair across the room, taking a seat. His arms drape over the armrests before he leans back, his foot over his knee, like the sexy bastard he is.

And if I didn’t know better, based on the tightness in his jaw, the fever burning in his eyes, and the way his fingers squeeze the fronts of the armrests, I’d think he wasn’t the least bit affected by the past ten minutes.

His eyes flick to the shiny toy next to me. “Show me how you think about me, Doc.”

My nostrils flare, my eyes blazing. What is the matter with this guy? Who the fuck ramps a woman up to the point she’s going to explode, only to stroll across the room and leave her like a sack of potatoes? “Rowan, I swear to–”

“I want to see you fuck yourself tomyname, sweetheart.” He lifts a brow. “Follow directions, and I might just reward you with something more.”

Gritting my teeth, I take the vibrator in my hand, fisting it and pretending it’s his dick. I swear, if it really was his cock inside my fist right now . . . God have mercy on him.

And on his dick.

Locking my fevered eyes with his, I switch the vibrator on, the hum familiar to my ears. My wet and heavy center, still pulsing with need, begs for a reprieve.

If the flames I’m throwing at him with my eyes could do their job, he’d be incinerated by now.

I might just reward you with something more?

Bullshit! I’ll reward myself!

I’m just about to place my vibrator against my hardened clit when Rowan’s low and rough voice finds my ears. “You stop when I tell you to stop.”

“No.” I shake my head defiantly, knowing he probably won’t let me finish. “You listen to me, asshole–”

“Shay, I swear to God, if you defy me, I will not let you come for a month.”

My mouth falls open. The audacity of this guy. But fuck, how those words make my center throb even more. It’s like my pussy is dick-whipped for him, and she hasn’t even seen his dick yet!

Rowan’s lips twitch; the bastard’s holding back his laughter because he knows he’s won. He knows that even though I’mverballyrefusing, I’ll do exactly what he tells me to.

I work my center with the vibrating tool, covering it with my juices and circling it around my clit. My stomach tightens, my eyes wanting to roll back in my head, but I dare not break my connection with my gorgeous and cocky hockey player.

If I’ve never seen a sexier man, he’s sitting mere feet from me, grinding his molars so hard, he might need dental surgery if he doesn’t let up. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth as I slowly push the bulbous end of my toy inside me.

“Ahh!” I moan a little louder for his benefit, realizing that I have just as much power over him as he has over me, and if this asshole wants to play . . . well, he better join the big leagues. “Oh, Trick!”

Rowan’s eyes catch fire, his hands white-knuckling the armrests, before his warning resounds inside my room. “Shayla.”

I grab my breast with my other hand, squeezing as my chest rises and falls, my orgasm not far from the horizon as I push the toy deeper inside me before taking it out again. “Fuck me, Trick. God, you feel so good.”

Before I can even get another thrust in, Rowan is hovering over me on one elbow while his other hand has managed to grab both my wrists above my head. I hear thethunkof my vibrator as it rolls off my bed, and Rowan’s nostrils flare. “I’m not a violent man, Shay, but I swear to God, I’ll break every one of your precious toys right this second if any other name but mine leaves your lips again.”

I lick my lips before reaching up to try to kiss him, but Rowan pulls back before I can. I lay back down, frustrated. “Then make me come to your name.”

Rowan slips down my body, stopping only to take my breast into his mouth from over my thin shirt. He sucks so hard, my back arches off the bed, and right when I’m about to scream, his hand finds my mouth. He presses his thumb in between my lips, silently asking for me to suck.

And as I suck the pad of his thumb, swirling my tongue around it, he moves to my other nipple. He teases and sucks, making a new pool of wetness drip out of my center and onto my bed.

---