“Hey,” I say, pushing myself up on my elbows. “Look at me.” Her gaze slowly meets mine again. “Do you see how hard you made me just playing cards? There’s no standard you have to live up to. Just your touch will drive me crazy.”
She smiles, then her head lowers. Her tongue takes a tentative lick, and I almost lose my mind. My growl must encourage her because her lips wrap around me.
Her mouth is warm, her tongue teasing as she slides down. The next time she bobs her head, I feel her throat. My hips rock before I can stop them.
I’m still on my elbows so I don’t miss when one of her small hands wraps around me and the other finds her clit. She plays with my tip as her hand pumps my shaft in a steady rhythm. It matches the pace she strokes herself with.
“Jesus,” I swear. “You’re going to make me come, and you haven’t earned it yet.”
“Earned?” she asks as her sweet lips pop off my dick.
“You heard me.” I expect her to put up a fight, but she only stares at me. Honestly, I’m just winging it now. The only thing I know is I don’t want to finish in her mouth. Not this time anyway. That can come later when my legs give out. Moving to my knees, I hold out a hand. “Come here.”
She takes my hand, trusting me to take care of her. When she’s flush against me, I place her hands on my shoulders, grasp her ass, and pull her up my thighs. I press inside her as she wrestles to hold on to me. She can’t reach the bed with her knees. I’m in total control. I stare into her eyes as I start to press up using my thighs.
“Beau,” she moans. Her eyes widen when I thrust again, then they relax. She presses her lips against mine.
I’m lost. I know I’m falling hard, but I have no idea how to keep her. So, I do what I can to burn the memory of me in her mind. I set a punishing pace. Her breath begins to come in panting, little gasps as she rubs against my body.
“I’m—I’m,” she pants. I stop.
“Not until I say so,” I growl. Her eyes pop open, and she sears me with a glare. She wiggles trying to get purchase on the bed, but she’s still suspended on me. Her hands struggle to press her up hoping to find the rhythm again, but I won’t let her. My body is flush to hers giving her no ability to finish. Finally, she gives up and settles against me.
That’s when I begin building her orgasm again. It comes quicker this time, but I still deny what she wants. She doesn’t give me warning this time though—she’s getting smarter. I stop anyway even though we’re both in pain now. I can’t get off until she does. The third time we begin, she watches me out of one eye.
“Oh my god, Beau,” she complains when we stop again. “I’ve heard of this, but I swear if you stop again I’m going to axe murder you.” I slap her right ass cheek. Her eyes glaze over with lust.
“Be good,” I hiss.
“Please, daddy. Make me come.” It’s my turn to be shocked. She’s turned this whole game up a notch. It works because she gets what she wants as I thrust back up on my knees. It only takes twice more before her back arches. “Fuck,” she screams and sinks her teeth into my shoulder.
“Harmony,” I moan before my mind floats away. She’s draped on my shoulder when my head clears again. I want to ask if she’s okay, but I have to catch my breath first.
My thighs are screaming, my head is spinning, and I could really use something to drink, but I stay perfectly still holding her. I’m not done, not by a long shot. This is nice though, just sitting here.
“Can you help me down?” she finally asks.
“Hold on.” I slowly bend forward until she’s flat on her back. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she says with a grin. “That was crazy.”
“Crazy good?”
“Crazy amazing.” Her eyebrows knit. “Did I bite you?”
“I think so.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why? I’m not.” I try to see the mark on my shoulder, but it’s just out of range. “Fucking sexy.” I move so she can sit up. Her fingers graze the bite making me shiver.
“I don’t think I broke the skin. You’re going to have a heck of a mark though,” she says. “I’ll be back, need to use the facilities.”
“Do you want something to drink?” Hunting around, I finally find my sweats and step into them. Harmony, however, gathersup her clothes and walks naked to the bathroom. I take a moment to appreciate the red mark I left on her fabulous ass.
“Water would be good,” she calls from the bathroom. “Maybe something to snack on?”
“I’ve got you.” Reacher gets up from his pillow next to fire to follow me into the kitchen. I pour some food into his bowl and grab a bag of Chex Mix from the pantry. Pulling two bottles of water out of the fridge, I head back to the living room. Harmony walks in a few minutes later.
