He shrugged, as if his lack of underwear were an everyday occurrence. “I sleep nude, might as well make life as easy as possible.”
“I can’t say I mind.” She eased her fingers deeper so she could wrap them around his velvety, thick penis.
His hips bucked, his gaze darkened, and his erection grew even more solid beneath the firm grip of her hand. Knowing she could wreak havoc with his control caused a rush of pleasure to storm her senses. Her br**sts throbbed with the need to be touched, but this wasn’t about her.
She wanted to take his mind off his family’s rejection. Make him feel better. Just make him feel.
She pulled his shirt up and off then leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest. She breathed in his heady masculine scent, wet her lips, then licked one firm nipple. The salty taste inflamed her senses, and she wanted more.
He shuddered and groaned. Encouraged, she ran her tongue around and around the rigid peak, losing herself in everything that was Ian. His hair-roughened chest beneath her palm, his hot skin, and his incredible taste had her shifting her lower body, but there was no relief to be found. Only building desire.
Instinct had her wanting to bite, and she nipped him with her teeth.
“Holy shit.”
His fingers bit into her waist, and the edge of pain heightened her desire. Tightening her grip, she pumped her hand up and down his shaft. His c**k thrust upward, and pre-come moistened her palm. He groaned, and with her lips still against his chest, his big body trembled.
“You feel so good in my hand. So hot and thick. So ready to come.”
“I’m not going to let you play much longer,” he warned her.
“You will,” she said, squeezing his c**k in her hand. “Want to know why?” She looked into his handsome face.
“Why?” he asked, his expression a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Because I’m asking you nicely.”
He slid his hand into her hair, another warning his willing lack of control was coming to an end.
“Please let me make you feel good.” She peppered soft kisses over his delicious skin, moving lower until her mouth hit the top of his pants.
She slid to the floor. “Please,” she asked again, hooking her hands into his waistband and urging him to help her tug his pants down and off.
He met her gaze, and the turmoil she saw almost had her giving in, but she wanted this. Wanted to see this big, strong man give over to her this one time.
“You have control issues.” She pinned him with what she hoped was her most serious gaze.
“That goes without saying.”
She nodded. “After what you told me today, I think I understand why. You had everything you believed in stripped away from you, and you had to take over as the head of your family. Control makes you feel like you won’t be hurt again,” she said.
He shuddered, her words clearly hitting a nerve. She remained on her knees, waiting.
“I won’t hurt you,” she said in a soft voice. “Just trust me.”
With a low oath, he stood and let his sweats fall to the floor. Pleasure and relief suffused her as he tossed them away and lowered himself back to the couch.
She slid her fingers up his thigh, her hand looking small and delicate next to him. She crawled up between his legs and studied his hot, thick length, sure he’d grown even bigger in the last few minutes.
Undeterred, she licked his shaft, up then down, coating him with moisture before taking him in deep. He was so hot, so big, she hoped she could do this, and continued to envelop him.
“Oh, f**k, baby.” His hand gripped her hair hard. “You feel so good.”
Moisture trickled from her sex. Doing this for him was making her even needier. She tightened her mouth around his shaft and began to draw her lips up and down, creating an intense suctioning she both heard and felt. Her jaw stretched; her eyes watered. She added her hand, the moisture provided by her mouth making for slick ease of movement.
He tugged at her scalp, and she felt the harsh pull in her clit. God, she wished she could touch herself, make herself come. She moaned around him, sucking him as deep as she could, until he nudged the back of her throat. Needing air, she quickly released him and breathed in deep before she slid her lips around him once more.
With a groan, he cupped the back of her head, holding on to her as he jerked his hips, forcing his c**k into her open, waiting mouth.
This time, she moaned at the sensual assault, which overwhelmed her as she accepted all of him, including his dominant need. He pumped into her again and again, as out of control as she suddenly felt.
She slid her hand up and down his shaft faster, twisting her wrist, and driving him harder.
“Baby, time to move,” he gritted out, tugging harder on her hair, surprising her by giving her a choice.
She didn’t want one and clamped her lips tighter until, with a harsh shout, he spilled himself inside her mouth, and she accepted all of it. All of him as he released not just his passion but, she hoped, also the pain and hurt that had been building inside him all day.
Although she hadn’t found her own physical release, Riley collapsed to the floor, spent from the emotions she’d put into this one act.
She was surprised when Ian lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on his bed.
“Breathe,” he told her.
She forced deep gulps of air into her lungs until finally, her breathing slowed. She curled against him, wanting nothing more than his arms around her, which he did without her asking.
“That was awesome, baby.”
She’d pleased him, and she let a smile curve her lips.
He brushed her hair from her face and stared into her eyes. “Someday you’ll open up to me.”
She hadn’t expected him to forget her outburst, but she’d hoped he wouldn’t bring it up again so soon. Not wanting to engage in conversation, she sighed and laid her head against his chest, closing her eyes. She was too tired to even think, and thankfully, he didn’t force the issue.
* * *
Ian held Riley while she slept. His emotions had settled down, in complete thanks to Riley. That was the effect she had on him, and he wasn’t just talking about the intense blow job she’d given him. And it had been incredible. The best he’d ever had—because she’d been emotionally invested in him.
Please let me make you feel good. Her words had shredded his emotions, stripping him bare. She’d gotten into his head in a way no woman ever had. Because she cared. Not because he was wealthy and could give her gifts in return, not because she desired something from him, but because she wanted just him.