Page 67 of The Captive and the First Blood Game
“Anything?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Slowly, she dropped onto her knees. She sneaked a devious glance up at him before reaching for the belt of his jeans and pulling it free. He watched her silently as she popped the button and dragged the zipper down to the base. She ran a finger across the waistband of his black boxer briefs before reaching within and freeing his cock.
Beckham watched her with fascination as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and pumped up and down once, then twice. When he didn’t object, she removed his clothes and kneeled. His fingers tangled in her hair as she took him in her hand once more. She hesitated, looking at the length of it. She had never been particularly good at this, but she wanted Beckham to have all the pleasure she had. She wanted to make him squirm.
“That’s right,” he said, coaxing her head forward. “Open your mouth for me, Little One.”
So much for squirming. Somehow, he managed to still be in complete control. It was even fucking hotter, if her soaked panties were any indication.
She did what he said. She opened her lips, allowing him the access he so desired. He pressed his cock forward and entered her mouth with control and precision. Just far enough that she wasn’t gagging, but almost to the brink, and still she wasn’t even close to taking him all in. She palmed his length in her hand while she sucked on the head. Then he thrust forward into her, forcing her to open her mouth wider and farther to compensate for him.
She moaned against the feel of him. The taste of him. When he next withdrew, she licked a drop of pre-cum off the tip and he jerked in her mouth. A smile spread on her face. Oh yes, he wanted this. He wanted her.
“More,” she moaned around his cock.
His hand tightened on her hair nearly to the point of pain before he leaned deeper into her throat. Just when she thought she might not be able to breathe, he withdrew. He did it again and again. Pushing her boundaries. Testing her limits. All the while trying to hold on to that control she felt slipping around the edges.
He fucked her face, and she enjoyed it. She felt intensely erotic. She didn’t have to fumble to pleasure him, and his dominance only made her body ache for more.
Once he was buried nearly all the way inside her, he shuddered and removed himself.
“Wait, no…”
“I want you to finish twice before me,” he insisted, helping her to her feet.
She was wobbly, and her body betrayed her. If it weren’t for Beckham catching her and carrying her to the bed, she would have sunk right back down to her knees.
Beckham slid her shirt over her head and then peeled her jeans down her legs. He inhaled deeply as he spread her out on the bed.
“Fuck,” he said. “Your desire is nearly as intoxicating as your blood.”
He reached for the silky bra and unhooked it, letting her breasts spill out before him. He caressed one, kneading it in his hand and rolling the nipple across the pad of his finger. He brought the other one into his mouth. She was not half as controlled as he was. Her body writhed as his expert tongue assaulted her nipple until she could barely function. When he dragged a fang across the sensitive nub, she thought she might come right then and there. He played her body like a musical virtuoso. Raw technical prowess met unbridled emotion and dazzling stage presence.
“Beckham, please.”
“I want all of your pleasure, Reyna. It belongs to me now. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“These are mine.” He fondled her breast as he bit down on the other exposed nipple. He didn’t release her until her legs were locked around his back and her body was shaking. “All of this is mine.” Then he kissed his way across to the space between her breasts and down, down, down slowly to her navel. His tongue dipped into her belly button.
“This is mine,” he growled, slipping under her body, taking her ass in his hands. He lifted her lower half up off the bed and pressed her core into his face. He dragged his nose up her soaked underwear, drawing in a deep breath. “This pussy is all mine.”
“Yes. Dear God, fucking yes.”
He tore the thin material off her body and buried his face in between her legs. His tongue teased her clit while his hands forced her legs wider apart. He slicked a finger through the wetness already coating her opening and inserted it into her. She was already so primed, he was able to push a second finger into her. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She was already on the verge of orgasm, and she wanted to feel his cock pulsing inside of her while she let loose.
“Beckham, fuck me. Just fuck me,” she said, trying to sit up to pull him toward her.
But he had other plans. He used one arm to weigh down the top of her body. “Put your hands over your head and don’t move them until I tell you.”
She lay back down with her hands over her head. Thinking about keeping them there was a lesson in control. She wanted to bury her hands in his hair as he coaxed her clit into submission until her body was vibrating with an ache she was dying to unleash. He curled his fingers inside of her, moving them at a slower tempo than his tongue. Suddenly, as both sensations hit her with the force of a moving vehicle, stars exploded in her vision. Her body convulsed, sending a shock wave from her middle all the way to her fingers and toes.
She heard a loud noise and realized as she came back to reality that it was coming from her. She had come so hard she didn’t even know what sounds her own body was making.
Beckham released her. She felt like a puddle lying on the bed. Her limbs were jelly, and her brain wasn’t functioning.
“You moved your hands,” he observed with a sly smile on his face.
