Page 14 of Nasty
He nodded. “Yeah. Because I am.”
“You think your dick’s the most incredible thing to happen to woman kind.” I studied the appendage in question as I spoke, and Fix had the audacity to make the damn thing twitch.
“Not to woman kind. Just you, Sera.”
“You aresoarrogant. You make a lot of assumptions.”
“I assume nothing. IknowI’m good in bed. IknowI can make you come, and I take great fucking pleasure in doing it. You’re the only woman I’m interested in pleasing, Sera, which means my attention, and my dick, are solely devoted to giving you the most earth shattering orgasms possible. That makes you a lucky girl.” Fix reached out and stroked his hand over my hair, tipping his head to one side. “Iaman arrogant piece of shit, but I know just how fucking luckyIam, too. You take my breath away. Your body is exquisite. Your cunt feels fucking phenomenal when I push myself inside you, and when you make me come, I lose my goddamn mind. I can’t see straight. I can’t hear properly. You set fire to me whenever we come into contact, and I fuckingburn. You have license to be just as smug as I am.”
I’d felt how hard he came when he was with me back in that field at the wedding, and the way he’d cried out, crushing me to him when he climaxed, told me he’d enjoyed the encounter just as much I had. But it was very gratifying to hear him say it. “Sit down,” I told him.
“You realize one of these days one of us is going to have to submit,” Fix said. “You allow me a little leash. I allow you a little.” He sat down tauntingly slowly. “One of these days, one of us will have to acknowledge the other is in full control.”
“You just did,” I answered. “You put me in charge of your future just now when you gave me that phone. You told me you cared about me. You’ve shown your hand.”
Laughing gently, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Oh, Angel. Don’t be fooled. Just because I’m capable of dispelling the idea that I’m a heartless, emotionally stunted caveman who can’t ever share what he’s thinking or feeling, doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m strong enough to fight for you. Strong enough to tell the truth. Strong enough to command you. And I’m strong enough to bend your will to me.”
“Bend? Not break?”
He leaned back in the chair, stretching out his body. So fucking handsome. Beyond handsome. They hadn’t created a word that would do him justice yet; I was left wanting when I tried to pinpoint a satisfactory adjective to describe him. I nearly had to sit back down on the bed when he took his cock in his hand, and he began to stroke it—smooth, fluid movements of his wrist that damn near mesmerized me. “No, not break,” he said, his voice gruff. “I will never break you, Sera Lafferty. What would be the point? That fiery defiance that burns inside you? I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I adore it. I worship it. Why would I want to extinguish it?”
My mouth was dry as sandpaper. I wanted him. God, I wanted him so badly, and he knew it. Fix squeezed the end of his cock, staring right into me. His lips parted, pleasure etched into the lines of his face. “Take off your clothes,” he said softly. “Get undressed and lie down on the bed.”
My blood thundered in my ears as I stripped. I laid down and waited for him to come and join me, but he didn’t. I propped myself up on one elbow, arching a questioning eyebrow at him. “Are you going to make me wait, Fix Marcosa?”
“Touch yourself.” His order filled the silent room.
“You…want me to masturbate?”
“I want you to make yourself come. I want to watch how you make yourself feel good. Make yourself pant. Make yourself moan for me, Sera.”
“And you’re going to be…?”
“I’m going to be doing the exact same thing. Feel free to observe.” As if in response, he pumped his hand up and down his cock a little faster. He hissed quietly, and heat danced over my lips, making them tingle. I wanted him in my mouth.
So. Fucking. Badly.
He was beyond turned on, that much was clear, and watching his hand work up and down the length of his erection was beginning to have the same effect on me. Rejecting the nerves that fluttered in my stomach, I spread my legs open, and I slid my hand down, until the very tips of my fingers met with the wet, slick apex at the top of my thighs. Fix’s eyes shuttered, taking on a glazed, distant look, and my skin erupted into goosebumps. His hunger was a tangible thing. He watched with rapt fascination as I worked my fingers in small, tight circles over my clit.
“Fuck, Sera. You have the prettiest pussy. You’re a fucking goddess,” he groaned. Faster still, Fix’s hand pumped harder, and a small bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip of his cock. I wanted to lick it from him. To taste him. To swallow him down. I couldn’t move from the bed, though. I was trembling too hard, so much adrenalin flooding my system, and my clit was growing more and more sensitive with every light rub of my fingers.
“Slide one inside,” Fix instructed. “Fuck yourself for me.”
I gave him what he wanted. My breath caught in my throat when I dipped my fingers down, slipping two of them inside myself. “Oh, god. Fix, I need you so bad.Please.”
He remained on the chair, his eyes locked on me, sweeping over me, devouring my breasts, and my legs, and my fingers, as I thrust them inside and withdrew again and again. A rough, frustrated sound, half growl, half groan, came from his lips. “Soon, Angel. Soon.”
Shit, this felt so fucking good. I used my other hand to rub my clit at the same time, and soon I found myself getting close. It had taken no time at all. It wasn’t the way I was touching myself that was going to make me come. It was the fact that Fix was watching me, and the fierce intensity in his eyes as he jerked his hand up and down even faster. The muscles in his arm and his neck strained as he looked up at me, and I saw his own urgency—he was about to come, too. I moaned, strained and breathless, a sound I’d never heard myself make before, and my legs locked up.
There was no need to tell him what was about to happen. He knew. He must have been able to see the tension in my body. My back arched away from the mattress, and Fix swore savagely.
“Fuck, Sera. Fucking do it.”
I stopped breathing. A brilliant, blazing explosion erupted between my thighs, quickly spreading outward, traveling over my buttocks, down the backs of my legs, prickling at the soles of my feet. The tingling sensation in my nipples, over my chest and pooling at the base of my throat and the back of my neck bordered on painful.
I almost closed my eyes, wanting to lean into the shockwave that threatened to rip me apart, but I saw the expression on Fix’s face, and I couldn’t look away. He was magnificent. Glorious and terrifying. His eyes were spearing into me, flaring with desire, and the muscle in his jaw was popping as he ground his teeth together. His head rocked back, the tendons and muscles in the column of his neck straining too, now, and Fix let out a violent snarl as he released. I couldn’t look away as his shoulders rolled back and jets of fluid arced from his cock, landing on his chest and his stomach.
We both slowed, both gripped in a post-orgasmic daze, and Fix rolled his head forward again so he was looking at me.
