No White Knight Page 12

  I celebrated the words in my head while dropping my pants and boxers to the ground and then quickly stepped out of them. With a fast kick, I sent them flying across the room, against the sofa. With matching eagerness, I freed my shirt buttons and then tossed the thing in the same direction. I had no issues with being naked. Never had. I knew I had a decent body. I worked hard at it, and genetics had been good to me. Now, with cock in hand, I walked toward where she sat frozen in place.

  “So,” I drawled. “You were saying, Miss Mathews…”

  “That you’re beautiful, Mr. Stone.” Her voice had turned raspy…and sexy as hell. “But you already know that, don’t you, Doc Smug?”

  “Not smug.” My own tone was brazen velvet, blending with the cadence of my slow strokes to the length of my dick. “It’s confidence, firecracker—and it’s what’s going to take your night from meh to fucking amazing.”

  She laughed, fully and musically, as I raised my free hand like an evangelical TV preacher. “Oh, I like that category,” she said, beaming up at me. “But the night wasn’t meh before.”

  “You won’t say that after I’m done with you, sass.”

  “Well, in that case…I’ll take ‘fucking amazing’ for the Daily Double, please?”

  “Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”

  Her laughter faded to a sigh as I dropped to my knees between hers, spreading them wider to accommodate my body. Leaning forward on all fours, I took her mouth in a slow but hungry kiss, nibbling and licking before thrusting in with the full force of my tongue. Taylor moaned as I followed that with more starving kisses, working my way down her neck until I was tugging at the neckline of her T-shirt.

  “Sit up,” I directed her in a low, lusty tone. “Let’s get this fucker out of the way.”

  As soon as she obeyed, I pulled the little band-designer-whatever shirt over her head and then took a blessed second to be still, admiring the glory of her pale beauty clad in just a scanty bra and basic white panties.

  Fuck. Me.

  So this was what it felt like, to force oneself to take a breath. I knew breath control and used it all the time when my fingers were the difference between a human being able to speak or think or dream or live again, but for the first time, the breathing thing was flipped and my lungs were in control.

  No. They were slaves to my cock, just like the rest of me. And they sure as hell couldn’t be blamed. Not with this incredible woman consuming my vision, my attention, my senses…

  I took another deep breath while tracing a finger along her collarbone. Continued down her sternum, across her concave belly, and then over to her hip. After a journey down her thigh to her kneecap and then back again, I tucked a couple of fingers under the band of her panties. “These too.” I brought up my other hand in order to tug on both sides now, watching goosebumps take over her thighs as I grazed her skin, pulling the underwear away.

  “Sweet Jesus,” I rasped. “You, my little sass, are the beautiful one here.” I caressed the tawny hair on her warm mound. “And I am so fucking happy you haven’t shaved yourself clear off.” She didn’t have a full bush but was trimmed with enough left for a sexy, feminine look. Simply flawless. My mouth watered. “Sit up a little more.”

  I smiled in approval as she complied. As adorable as she was in brat mode, it was a nice treat to have her listening so well. When she was upright, I reached around to unhook her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and then tossing the lacy thing off to the side. During the same pause, I took time to stack the bed pillows up behind her, readjusting things so she’d be inclined a bit.

  “Perfect,” I murmured, easing her back onto the soft pile. “How’s that feel?”

  “Nice.” She hummed, an angelic little sound. “Really nice.”

  “Outstanding. It’s important that you’re comfortable. You’re the guest of honor, after all. At my circus,” I elucidated after she quirked a confused frown. “You’ll be here a while, missy. So many tricks to show you this evening.” I winked again, rewarded by her giggle, along with the privilege of beholding her now, naked and ethereal, her hair spread out like a golden halo. This would be the image I used to get off for weeks, maybe months, to come, when I was back home and alone and yearning for her in my bed.

  Disgusting thought for a much different time.

  Right now, I’d make the most of what was right in front of me. The most gorgeous woman I’d beheld in quite some time. Fuck, yes. Taylor Mathews was a treasure I vowed to savor…and enjoy.

  Starting right fucking now. In the best place I could imagine. With my mouth on her pert, perfect tits.

  Her nipples were amazing. They pointed proudly toward the ceiling, her light-pink nipples nestling in areolae the shade of vanilla bean ice cream, and I needed a long, long taste. Licking around the first tight bud with the tip of my tongue, I then teased and nipped with my teeth before relieving the sting with my tongue. I moved to the other side when the first became angry and red and then switched back when I’d abused that one. The entire time, Taylor clawed at my scalp, begging for more but then panting at me to stop.

  “Which is it, love? Stop or more?” I chuckled as I switched breasts again.

  “Yes!”

  I laughed again. She smacked the back of my head.

  I went deadly still as she let out a high little yelp.

  Our stares slammed into each other as we reached a mutual conclusion.

  She was in big trouble.

  “Did you just…smack me?” I said it slowly—so she’d hear every syllable of my menacing tone.

  She huffed before whining, “Well, you’re making me crazy with all that shit!”

  “Shit?”

  “You know what I mean, damn it.” Her petulant pout was adorable, more befitting a five-year-old caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m going to lose my shit already, and all you’re doing is sucking on my—oh!”

  The squeal popped out in the second I flipped her over. Clearly, she had no idea what had happened, and I liked it that way. A lot. My cock affirmed the point, surging in approval of the control I’d taken back. It jutted up as I relished the perfect sight of her with face crushed into the comforter and ass sticking into the air.

  I swatted her three times, very lightly. The blows were more lenient than what I could dish out, and what I suspected she could endure, but nonetheless, I turned her back over to sit up in my lap. Her light weight made physically positioning her so easy—and fucking fun.

  We sat nose-to-nose. Her eyes were so wide and glassy she looked like a cartoon character. I slid my hand up to the back of her neck, gripping deep to keep her firmly in place, suspecting what she was likely about to spurt out at me.

  “You—you spanked me!”

  “And you knew it was coming.” I answered her cute glower with a Zen master stare. “I’ve warned you plenty of times now.”

  “Warned me?”

  “And that was nothing compared to what you deserve—and probably crave.”

  She sputtered, seeming to battle rage and arousal at once. “Okay, whoa. Back the wagon up. My cravings have never gone—”

  “Never?” I stretched my fingertips into her hair, tugging enough to keep her head raised and her eyes in my sights. “You sure about that, because I’d happily do it again. Answer me, Taylor. Do. You. Want. More?”

  Her throat worked hard at a swallow. Just one, but it was a hard and heavy doozie. “I-I-I don’t think I do,” she finally mumbled. “At least not right now?”

  “That sounds more like a question than an answer.”

  “Then no.” This time she was more positive about the assertion—attractive but perfectly setting me up for the next prompt.

  “No, thank you.”

  “No, thank you.”

  “Much better.” A blush chased my fingers out of her hairline down to the base of her throat. “Good manners make my cock hard.”

  Her eyebrows leapt a little. “Uhhh…glad to know it.”

  “�
�I’m glad I pleased you, Sir.’”

  “I’m—” Her gaze fell, once more following the path of my touch…to the valley between her breasts. “I’m glad I pleased you, Sir.”

  “Fucking beautiful.” I circled a thumb around one of her nipples. “Did you like having your tits sucked on, Taylor?”

  “Yes. Very much,” she answered without hesitation.

  “And do you like having your pussy eaten?”

  “Yes.” Again, not a moment of hesitation.

  “Yes, please?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Good. Now lie back, girl.”

  A new gulp. Her teeth turned her bottom lip into hamburger. “My bottom hurts.”

  “No, it doesn’t.”

  “It does.” Her mewl, a little petulant and a lot bratty, made my dick even harder than her etiquette—probably because I saw the behavior for the act that it was. The barrier to which I’d gotten too close again. The bedroom she wouldn’t let me breach. Her truth. “That was nothing,” I gritted. “A few harmless swats. Suck it up, buttercup.”

  She swung her head back and forth. “No. It really does hurt.”

  Resigned sigh. “Then let me take your mind off it. Turn over. Lie on your belly.”

  I gave her a nudge to get her moving. With a heavy sigh, she crawled off and assumed the position I’d ordered—though she squirmed a little when all I did was gawk for the better part of a minute. Good God, how could I not? My big handprint was a dark-pink bloom on her almost fluorescent skin, like a brand I’d seared there, denoting her as mine. Even in the dim light, I could see it perfectly. Mine.

  She shivered slightly, jolting me back into motion—though for the first time tonight, I didn’t want to end this with a Mach Five fuckfest. I needed to savor this—enjoy her—for as long as my lust-ridden body would allow me.

  I started by crawling over her body, though not making direct physical contact. I hovered just a few inches above, letting her feel my heat without crushing her with my weight. I shifted to one side, brushing her hair over one shoulder so I could get in to kiss—and then lightly bite—the sensitive skin behind her ear.

  When she began shifting with more fluid movements, her lithe limbs tightening and then releasing with lusty languor, I knew it was time to continue. I kissed down the back of her neck to the valley between her shoulder blades, using my tongue and teeth to change the sensations she was feeling. At the same time, I rubbed her back and ass with my palm. Her body started to tremble as I overwhelmed her senses with mounting pleasure.

  “Mac. Damn.”

  “Sssshhh. Just enjoy.”

  And she did.

  Her hips began swiveling in sync with my palm, which ground her pussy into the blankets. Soon, I leaned over and traced my handprint with my tongue, which made her moan into the pillows. Over and over I taunted her, knowing her skin was extra sensitive and the hot prickles of my touch would start spreading through her sex.

  With her wanton gasps now filling the air, I shifted to slide my touch between her legs. Her pussy was tight, wet, creamy…paradise.

  “My God, sassy. Your cunt…”

  She replied with a high little keen, her thighs falling open as I added a second finger to my first. With steady rhythm, I fucked her like that while continuing to press the flesh of her butt with the flat of my tongue. She moaned deeper and writhed harder, her pleasure bringing more hot liquid to the tip of my dick too.

  “Taylor?”

  “Huh? Whaaaat?”

  “Do you want to come for me?”

  “Yes. God, yes!”

  “Yes, please?”

  “Yes, please. God on high. Ruler of my universe. Just…don’t stop. Please…don’t stop…”

  I almost did, just to hear her call me ruler of the universe once more—but her joy was too contagious, her arousal too addictive. “That’s it, girl. Take what you need. Do what feels good.”

  She raised her ass higher in the air, all but demanding I insert another finger. I did with ease, sitting up to get more leverage for pumping into her. She groaned, shuddering from the force of the new depths my fingers achieved in her hot little pussy. At the same time, I started flicking my thumb over her clit, making her moan louder. It was then that I knew what else she needed. With my free hand, I smacked her ass, aiming directly for the mark from earlier.

  Screw the moans. My sweet sassy started to scream.

  “Fuck!”

  I released a gloating growl. “Somebody likes a little sting.”

  “Yes. No. Mac. Damn!” She shrieked louder as I spanked harder. “Oh…gah. Please, please, yes—noooooo.” Feels so good! Yes! God! Oh, my God! Please! Please! Noooooo!”

  I spanked a few more times, amused at the babbling that tumbled from her addled brain. Luckily, I knew to pay more attention to the tone of the begging than to the words—if that was what they could be called. Right now, I didn’t care if she was spouting a mix of Pig Latin, Swahili, and Klingon. My victorious grin had nothing to do with her syntax and everything to do with her soaked, shivering cunt. I knew she’d love a good spanking.

  It wasn’t long before she flew apart for me, her pussy gushing around my fingers as her lips spewed an incoherent mix of pleas and filthy cuss words. Briefly, I wondered how all that sass would sound when muffled by a ball gag—before reminding myself we’d likely not get to the part where she trusted me that much.

  Gently, I pulled my fingers from her heat—and then lifted my hand to my face and inhaled. Her scent was unforgettable, a nectar so sweet that I fought the urge to suck my fingertips with the will of a thousand men. No way. I needed that nirvana straight from the Garden of Eden itself. I was going to lick her creamy slit from bottom to top and make sure her huge blue gaze took in every delicious second of the act.

  “Flip over, love.”

  “Hmmm?” She moaned like I’d just given her a four a.m. wake up call. “No. Why?”

  “I need to taste you. And I will. Turn over.”

  “Oh, God. Mac…not now. I’m about to die over here.”

  “No, you’re not. And even if you are, I’m a doctor. I’ll bring you back to life. Then I’ll eat your pussy.”

  “Oh, points for the romance, clown.” Her face was still crushed into the blankets, muffling her voice.

  “Not my concern right now. My face needs to be buried in you, sass. If I don’t get to taste what is coating my fingers, my balls are going to blow into a million little pieces. Now flip the fuck over.”

  I brought the point home by biting into her ass. She jumped and groaned but complied with my wishes—though I sensed it wasn’t the horrid sacrifice she painted. Her pussy gleamed with new arousal, and her face, surrounded by a cute rat’s nest of freshly fucked hair, was bright with a foolish grin.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” And I sounded like a pussy-whipped idiot. And I hadn’t even had my fill of said miracle pussy. And I didn’t care one damn bit.

  “Psssshhh.” She flung her face to the side, emphasizing the twenty different directions of her hair. “I look frightening, and you’re too scared to admit it.”

  “You look stunning,” I snarled. “And sated.”

  “And you look mighty pleased with yourself.”

  “Shouldn’t I be?”

  She waved a hand with flighty dismissal. “I suppose.”

  “You suppose?”

  “You have something better?”

  “How about ‘thank you, amazing Mac’? Or maybe ‘you’re a fucking god in bed, Mac’? No, no. I got it. Wasn’t there something about being the ruler of your universe…”

  She giggled. Then snorted—which made her giggle harder. “You’re such a dickhead.”

  Immediately, she recognized exactly what that impudence would earn her—though I chose to go right for showing her the consequences instead of telling her. As soon as I’d positioned my face between her legs, my arms under her knees and my hands around her thighs, I pulled her down toward me. She easily slid in my d
irection, though the move dragged her off the pillow mound, making it impossible for our gazes to meet.

  “Grab the pillows again, firecracker. I want your stare on me. Watching me pleasure you.”

  “Hmmph.” She clearly knew she’d get away with the dainty snort, since she got busy accommodating my order at the same time. “What makes you think I want to watch? Maybe I want to close my eyes and pretend you’re someone else, like Bruno Mars or—ow!” She reared up as I sank my teeth into the inside of her thigh. “Shit! Fuck. Okay! Not a Bruno fan? Christ. No 24K Magic for you, then! Goddamn it, that hurt.”

  “Good.” I smacked her hand away as she attempted to rub the mark. I had plans for that bruise, similar to the handprint on her gorgeous ass, but the queen had to trust her knight’s strategy first.

  “I don’t think I like you very much, Mac Stone.”

  Yeah, even if she didn’t like said knight.

  “I think you probably do, Taylor Mathews.” I sent her a wolfish smile. “You just don’t know it yet.”

  “We’ll see.” She folded her arms over her breasts and pouted—a damn amazing pose for a girl about to be eaten out, but since it shoved her tits in all the right directions, I didn’t complain.

  As a matter of fact, the sight became my inspiration—to do away with any remaining preamble and give this woman one of the best erotic experiences of her life.

  Without ceremony, I spread her thighs far apart, opening her pussy wide. Christ, she was stunning—so pink and juicy and inviting. I licked my lips before dipping in, lapping her from asshole to clit, pausing to savor the ambrosia I’d been waiting to finally experience. When I was finished, I did it again. And again. Was there anything more delicious than Taylor Mathew’s come? At that moment, I’d say unequivocally no. She was heady and musky and sweet and tart all at the same time, an intoxicating nectar I could spend a lifetime trying to top but likely wouldn’t. Gourmet cuisine might come close—and yeah, deep-dish pizza too—but no other pussy would ever compare.

  I licked her slower this time, concentrating on the plumpness of her labia, sucking in the lower parts that protected the entrance of her channel. I savored the cream that coated my taste buds as I began fucking her with my tongue, imagining what it would be like when I finally sank balls-deep into her.