Page 108 of Lethal Obsession

And I plan to make it count.

Sliding my hands up the back of his thighs, I roll my tongue around the head of his cock again, still teasing him. I’m pulsing heavy and hot between my legs, as if I’ve crawled inside him and can feel every movement of my tongue on his cock.

Alexei’s hand slips from the railing to the back of my neck, and I open my eyes to find him staring down at me, his mouth a hard line.

“Take it,” he rasps.

My hands close around the flat planes of his ass, and I sink my mouth down, hard.

“Fuck,” he growls, as he hits the back of my throat. Tears spring into my eyes, but when he tries to pull away I hold his ass, pressing my face to him, holding him still until I’m breathing properly again. He trembles slightly as my tongue swirls around him, and I feel a deep, rich satisfaction to have him like this, entirely at my mercy.

I move my head back, then sink down on him again. His hand tightens on my neck, not holding me there, just hanging on. This time, when I come up, I drag my tongue up the vein on the underside, and his breath hisses in this throat.

His hands come around my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks, pulling my mouth slightly away from him.

“Look at me.”

I raise my eyes to his, noticing the rigid set of his shoulders, the muscle flickering in his jaw.

He thrusts all the way in and I cry out, the sound garbled around him. I pull him closer, feeling the impossible swelling that tells me how close he’s getting.

Then abruptly, he withdraws, backing just out of my grasp.

I stare up at him, my mouth still open and wet, my entire body aching. “I want you like this,” I gasp. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

He shakes his head slowly, his eyes dropping between my legs. My knees are splayed wide, the string of my bikini playing deliciously against my swollen lips, and my nipples are pebbled so hard they’re pounding.

“Look at you,” he growls. “You’re going to come before I even fucking touch you.”

“Oh!” My head goes back, sensation rippling through me, and my hands start to flutter up my thighs.

“No.” His low-voiced command makes me gasp. “You don’t get to touch yourself.”

I bring my head back to find his face dark and set. His cock, still slick and impossibly swollen, throbs against his body. “There’s going to be a lot of times after this when all I can do is watch you touch yourself,” he says roughly. “Not tonight, Ofelia. Tonight you come when I tell you to come.”

“Ah.” I stare at him through slitted eyes. “If you keep talking like that,” I say, in a husky voice I barely recognize, “I’m going to come anyway.”

“You’re going to suck me again first.”

He points his dick back into my mouth, and I close on it with a hungry moan, but he won’t give me what I want, won’t thrust all the way in. Instead he probes my mouth, but I can tell he’s holding back, edging himself. I try to sink onto him again, but he controls my head, never allowing me to take him fully.

“You started this,” he says tautly. “Now you have to play the game, angel.”

I moan again, my tongue lashing his cock head, and his shaft leaps in my mouth.

“Fuck this.” He withdraws and lifts me without warning, hitching me onto the bed. Putting my legs over his shoulders, he drops his mouth onto me.

“Oh!” I’m completely unable to stifle my cry, and it cuts the silent ocean night like it’s on speaker.

He takes his mouth away and looks up at me. “Do you have any idea how fucking wet and swollen you are?” he mutters, licking the inside of my thigh. “And you just told the entire yacht what we’re doing up here.”

“It’s your fault,” I gasp. Aching for his mouth, I clutch convulsively at his shoulders. “It’s what happens when I suck your cock.”

He gives a surprised huff of laughter, shaking his head, holding his mouth just above me as I arch hungrily toward him. “I was going to make you wait,” he says, licking me in one long stroke that makes me moan. “But fuck it.”

Standing up, he pulls me to the edge of the cushions and positions his cock against me.

“Come down,” I say, reaching for him. “Close to me.”