Page 43 of Lost and Bound
Calder stopped, lifting his head, his chest heaving and his eyes wild. “No,” he said hoarsely, like he was trying to convince himself as much as me.
“Fuck, fuck…” I tried to force him back down. Yeah, that didn’t work. I shoved my hips up and he lifted further off of me, leaving me fucking the empty air between us. “Come on! Fucking…what the fuck are youstoppingfor?”
He sucked in a deep breath. I glanced down. Yep, that massive cock was sticking out in front of him, looking like it might rip right through his pants. He wanted this as much as I did.
Wantedme. At least someone did, and I needed him toshowit by using me until I broke again.
He sat up enough that I had to let him go, but before I could reach for his cock, he gathered up my arms and shoved them over my head, pinning my wrists against the bed with one hand.
Easily. I didn’t have a chance.
When Calder bent down and kissed along my collarbones, I tried to buck up again. His other hand landed on my hip and pinned the rest of my body down with the same humiliating ease.
And then he bent further, taking the edge of the towel still covering my hips between his teeth. He ripped it off, tearing it away in two jagged strips.
Calder spat out a few threads and looked up at me, baring those sharp teeth in something like a grin.
The breath stuttered in my chest. The sound I made couldn’t be called anything but a whimper, and I hated myself for it a little bit.
His mouth pressed to my sternum, furnace-hot, his hair brushing over me and sending shivers up and down. And he kissed me, open-mouthed kisses with his tongue trailing over my skin, burning where he touched me and leaving me damp and cool in the chilly air of the unheated room. Back and forth, nuzzling down my sides to lick at my ribs, at the dip of my waist. He kept his body angled so that my cock still didn’t have any friction, not even the head bumping against him as he moved.
Calder was almost going to make me come like this, just from his mouth caressing me and his hard grip around my wrists. The pressure built and built, my balls drawing up.
It wasn’t enough, though, and he had me so close to the edge that I wanted to scream.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I sounded wrecked, helpless. Just the way I felt. Except that I was angry, too—furious, even, underneath. I’d shown him what I wanted, and he’d ignored me, dismissed me, like everyone fucking else.
He lifted his head. “Kissing you? Why am I doing that?”
I squirmed again, and his hands tightened. “Why are you holding me down andjust kissing me,” I gritted out.
Calder raised his eyebrows. “You trying to prove it?”
Prove it? What the…and then I remembered. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
“Yeah?” He bent and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it hard and then pulling off with a pop. I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped in a breath. I’d been trying to get off, and now I desperately needed to keep from shooting off like a rocket. If I did, while he was…this wasn’t how I wanted to get off. I didn’t need to be treated like something fragile. Something soft. He looked up at me again. “I say you do. So prove it. Don’t come.”
I remembered something else. “You said you’d fuck me when I begged for it.” His tongue circled my nipple again, sending sparks straight down to my cock. Fuck, fuck…I’d never wanted someone to play with me like this. And I hadn’t wanted to find out how much I loved it. At least if he was pounding me, okay, that wasn’t what I wanted either, right? But at least it was something that could make a normal person come, unlike being pinned down and kissed. “So fuck me, please. I’m begging.” My tone couldn’t have been drier. I knew he’d tell me that wasn’t what he’d meant.
Calder laughed against my chest. “All right,” he said. “I’ll fuck you, since you begged.”
And he sat up, let go of me, and then flipped me onto my stomach before I could try to take advantage of my freedom.
I craned my neck, peering over my shoulder at him wide-eyed, even as my gut clenched with want. “What the fuck, Calder?”
He smiled, his real smile. For a second he looked a lot younger, and frighteningly hot instead of just fucking scary. But his eyes didn’t lose that predatory gleam. “I believe in the letter of the law,” he said. “I told you to beg. You begged.” His smile widened and showed some teeth to match the look in his eyes, and I shivered. Oh, shit. “You said you didn’t want me to treat you like that. Now’s your chance to show me. I’m going to fuck you. If you don’t come before I do, you win, and I’ll fuck you again, and I won’t be gentle.”
My cock pulsed under me, and I dropped my forehead to the bed, breathing hard, unable to meet that heavy gaze anymore.
I didn’t have anything to prove.
But gods fucking damn it, I’d prove it anyway.
Chapter 11
Didn’t Prove a Goddamn Thing
He’d said he’d fuck me.
