Spider Game
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Absolutely. I’m always ready for you, Trap. You look at me and I’m ready. You touch me and I practically have an orgasm. Kissing me can give me a mini-orgasm. She touched her tongue to her bottom lip, tracing over it. Moistening it. Deliberately, her gaze dropped to the bulge in his jeans. I didn’t get to wake you up this morning the way I wanted to. You woke me and had your fun.
He’d taken his time with her, his mouth between her legs, holding her down, making her take whatever he wanted to give her – and he wanted to give her a lot. She squirmed remembering how good it had been. How exciting and a little scary, because when he decided to be entirely in control, she was helpless against his strength. She loved every minute of it and he always made it worth it, but still, there was that little thrill of fear that only added to the pleasure he gave her.
Trap cupped her face in his hand. Women don’t like to get messed up when they’re going out, Cayenne. Most would be embarrassed if their man wanted to take them out in the swamp and fuck them silly and then take them into a friend’s house.
She frowned at him and then switched from the more intimate telepathy to regular speech. “I don’t understand, Trap. Why wouldn’t they want their man to give them that?” Her hand strayed from his chest, lower, smoothing over his abs, to hook in the front of his belt, her fingers barely skimming the top of his growing bulge.
“They wouldn’t want his friends to know what they were doing. And especially in a place like the swamp.”
Her frown deepened as she struggled to comprehend what he was telling her. “That doesn’t make any sense to me, Trap. It isn’t even logical. I always want you no matter where we are. What difference does it make, the location, and wouldn’t your friends already know what we do? Is it supposed to be a secret? I assume Wyatt and Pepper have sex all the time. Why would we try to hide that from anyone?”
His hand came up under her chin. “Baby, you’re making me as hard as a rock.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” This time her hand slipped more, gliding over the thick length of him right over the stretched denim. “I like you hard as a rock. That means good things for me.”
He groaned. “Seriously, Cayenne. You keep that up and I’m going to be taking you into the swamp.”
“I just realized that with the differences in our heights, if you’re on just a little bit higher ground than me, I could have you in my mouth without even having to get on my knees in all that dirt. Not that I would mind, but if my jeans get all muddy, I have to do laundry, and I’ve kind of had several disasters. There are a lot of how-to videos online, but they aren’t very interesting. I keep going to the cooking channels.”
He reached down, picked her up and started toward the swamp, using long strides to take them there. “That’s it, woman. You can’t talk about putting your mouth on me and expect me to go into a friend’s home and not have the hard-on from hell.”
She laughed and slipped her arms around his neck, leaning into him so she could touch her tongue just behind his ear. She kissed her way down his neck to his throat and the underside of his jaw.
“Hurry, honey,” Cayenne said softly. “I can’t wait for you. I’ve got the taste of you in my mouth now, and my panties are going to be soaked if you don’t get them off of me.” Seduction really wasn’t all that difficult.
“Fuck. Woman, you make me lose control every fucking time.” He increased his speed, nearly sprinting into the denser vegetation.
Several feet in, when the brush closed around them, he allowed her feet back on the ground. She was already pulling his belt loose and unzipping his jeans. His hands were on hers, but she got there first. No preamble. No warm-up. No hands. Her mouth slid over his cock like a tight glove, tongue working him, stroking and caressing as she suckled hard, taking him deep and then nearly releasing him to take him back into that hot, moist cavern.
Trap groaned and caught her hair, bunching it in his fist so he could watch her. She always looked as if she was loving him, her mouth stretched tight around his thick girth, her face soft and warm, her eyes a mixture of lust and something else that always took his breath. Rapture. She made him feel as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
I can’t get enough of you, she admitted softly. I love how you feel in my mouth. Or when you’re inside me. Sometimes, Trap, long after, I wake up and still feel you inside me. I love that feeling. I love this feeling. I love to give this to you.
Her hands were there now, cupping his balls, rolling, lavishing attention on him while her eager mouth worked him. Streaks of fire rushed up his legs to center in his groin. The fire spread through his body until every nerve ending shrieked at him. His blood went hot, scorching him, as if lightning had jumped from the sky and entered him. Every sensation in his body raced to converge in his cock. In her mouth.
He tore at her jeans, shoved them down her hips. Shoes, baby, kick them off. And then your jeans. Right fucking now. I don’t want to come in your mouth.
I want you to. You didn’t this morning.
I want to be inside you. I’m not leaving you needy when we’re going to be around other men. Fucking do what I tell you, Cayenne. Kick them off. Right. Fucking. Now.
She did it, because she nearly always gave him what he wanted. But she glared at him even as she tightened her mouth around his cock. I’m going to have my way with you tonight, Trap, she warned. You’re going to be the one tied up.
The moment she kicked her jeans off of her, he yanked her up, hands on her bottom. He didn’t wait because he couldn’t. That’s what she did to him. He positioned her over his aching, throbbing cock and then slammed her down hard.
Cayenne cried out, leaned into him and bit his chest without injecting venom. The flash of pain added to the wild, out-of-control, nearly savage thrusts as he hammered into her. She was always tight, squeezing down on him like a vise, her silken muscles massaging and gripping until he wanted to shout with pure pleasure.
You give me everything, he whispered softly into her mind. You are everything. I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. Never think I don’t want you. Never think we aren’t meant for each other.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes even as she ground down, meeting each upward thrust with a strong downward surge. She rode him just as hard as he rode her. She was just as out of control. But her face was soft, loving. He’d never seen that particular expression on her face or in her eyes as her gaze drifted possessively over his face.
He’d taken his time with her, his mouth between her legs, holding her down, making her take whatever he wanted to give her – and he wanted to give her a lot. She squirmed remembering how good it had been. How exciting and a little scary, because when he decided to be entirely in control, she was helpless against his strength. She loved every minute of it and he always made it worth it, but still, there was that little thrill of fear that only added to the pleasure he gave her.
Trap cupped her face in his hand. Women don’t like to get messed up when they’re going out, Cayenne. Most would be embarrassed if their man wanted to take them out in the swamp and fuck them silly and then take them into a friend’s house.
She frowned at him and then switched from the more intimate telepathy to regular speech. “I don’t understand, Trap. Why wouldn’t they want their man to give them that?” Her hand strayed from his chest, lower, smoothing over his abs, to hook in the front of his belt, her fingers barely skimming the top of his growing bulge.
“They wouldn’t want his friends to know what they were doing. And especially in a place like the swamp.”
Her frown deepened as she struggled to comprehend what he was telling her. “That doesn’t make any sense to me, Trap. It isn’t even logical. I always want you no matter where we are. What difference does it make, the location, and wouldn’t your friends already know what we do? Is it supposed to be a secret? I assume Wyatt and Pepper have sex all the time. Why would we try to hide that from anyone?”
His hand came up under her chin. “Baby, you’re making me as hard as a rock.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” This time her hand slipped more, gliding over the thick length of him right over the stretched denim. “I like you hard as a rock. That means good things for me.”
He groaned. “Seriously, Cayenne. You keep that up and I’m going to be taking you into the swamp.”
“I just realized that with the differences in our heights, if you’re on just a little bit higher ground than me, I could have you in my mouth without even having to get on my knees in all that dirt. Not that I would mind, but if my jeans get all muddy, I have to do laundry, and I’ve kind of had several disasters. There are a lot of how-to videos online, but they aren’t very interesting. I keep going to the cooking channels.”
He reached down, picked her up and started toward the swamp, using long strides to take them there. “That’s it, woman. You can’t talk about putting your mouth on me and expect me to go into a friend’s home and not have the hard-on from hell.”
She laughed and slipped her arms around his neck, leaning into him so she could touch her tongue just behind his ear. She kissed her way down his neck to his throat and the underside of his jaw.
“Hurry, honey,” Cayenne said softly. “I can’t wait for you. I’ve got the taste of you in my mouth now, and my panties are going to be soaked if you don’t get them off of me.” Seduction really wasn’t all that difficult.
“Fuck. Woman, you make me lose control every fucking time.” He increased his speed, nearly sprinting into the denser vegetation.
Several feet in, when the brush closed around them, he allowed her feet back on the ground. She was already pulling his belt loose and unzipping his jeans. His hands were on hers, but she got there first. No preamble. No warm-up. No hands. Her mouth slid over his cock like a tight glove, tongue working him, stroking and caressing as she suckled hard, taking him deep and then nearly releasing him to take him back into that hot, moist cavern.
Trap groaned and caught her hair, bunching it in his fist so he could watch her. She always looked as if she was loving him, her mouth stretched tight around his thick girth, her face soft and warm, her eyes a mixture of lust and something else that always took his breath. Rapture. She made him feel as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
I can’t get enough of you, she admitted softly. I love how you feel in my mouth. Or when you’re inside me. Sometimes, Trap, long after, I wake up and still feel you inside me. I love that feeling. I love this feeling. I love to give this to you.
Her hands were there now, cupping his balls, rolling, lavishing attention on him while her eager mouth worked him. Streaks of fire rushed up his legs to center in his groin. The fire spread through his body until every nerve ending shrieked at him. His blood went hot, scorching him, as if lightning had jumped from the sky and entered him. Every sensation in his body raced to converge in his cock. In her mouth.
He tore at her jeans, shoved them down her hips. Shoes, baby, kick them off. And then your jeans. Right fucking now. I don’t want to come in your mouth.
I want you to. You didn’t this morning.
I want to be inside you. I’m not leaving you needy when we’re going to be around other men. Fucking do what I tell you, Cayenne. Kick them off. Right. Fucking. Now.
She did it, because she nearly always gave him what he wanted. But she glared at him even as she tightened her mouth around his cock. I’m going to have my way with you tonight, Trap, she warned. You’re going to be the one tied up.
The moment she kicked her jeans off of her, he yanked her up, hands on her bottom. He didn’t wait because he couldn’t. That’s what she did to him. He positioned her over his aching, throbbing cock and then slammed her down hard.
Cayenne cried out, leaned into him and bit his chest without injecting venom. The flash of pain added to the wild, out-of-control, nearly savage thrusts as he hammered into her. She was always tight, squeezing down on him like a vise, her silken muscles massaging and gripping until he wanted to shout with pure pleasure.
You give me everything, he whispered softly into her mind. You are everything. I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. Never think I don’t want you. Never think we aren’t meant for each other.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes even as she ground down, meeting each upward thrust with a strong downward surge. She rode him just as hard as he rode her. She was just as out of control. But her face was soft, loving. He’d never seen that particular expression on her face or in her eyes as her gaze drifted possessively over his face.
