Arrested by Love Page 3

  With a muttered curse, he buried his hands in her hair, and her gaze immediately jumped to his. When she licked her lips again, this time as a deliberate tease, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his fingers in her hair.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Ms. Fullerton. My cock is too big for most women to take comfortably, but if you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it all the way. That means me in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. That means you sucking the cum out of my body and swallowing every last drop. Do you understand that?”

  Her eyes widened slightly as he talked, but her pupils also dilated with passion. Her breathing was loud and broken, making him fear for half a second that she was going to hyperventilate. But damn it, she had to know what she was getting into by playing this dangerous game.

  Seizing on her silence, he released her and looked at Jed, whose eyes were locked on the two of them. “See? She looks like she’s going to pass out. Hell, she’ll probably cut me with her teeth if I—”

  His words cut off with a strangled groan when he felt the warm, suctioning heat of Claire’s mouth swallow the head of his dick. His eyes closed immediately, relishing the soft flex of her cheeks and the delicate flicker of her tongue as it swiped up the moisture from the slit.

  It was as if Brea had never touched him. As if he hadn’t released in another woman’s mouth less than a half hour before. The pleasure was so staggering, his eyes damn near rolled back in his head.

  Despite the heaviness of their previous make-out session, they hadn’t gotten anywhere close to this. He’d pictured Claire as a post-6th-date blow-job girl at the very least, but despite a slight awkwardness in her movements, she was giving every real indication of loving what she was doing.

  When he heard a small buzzing sound that echoed in a slight tightening against his engorged flesh, his eyes flew open and zoomed down. She’d closed her eyes and was humming, as if she’d forgotten where they were, and had simply immersed herself in the moment and what she was giving him.

  The sight almost undid him, and he gritted his teeth to stop himself from jamming his entire length into her vulnerable mouth. Sweat popped out on his forehead, and he swore her mouth was heaven, welcoming his dick inside the pearly gates with a determined ferocity that left him weak-kneed and trembling.

  Hesitantly, he reached out and lightly cupped her head with his palms. A quick glance at Jed confirmed that the man’s attention was focused solely on what Claire was doing to him with her mouth. He wanted to shove the man out of the room along with the half-dozen others that now watched them, but that would mean risking Claire’s well-being. And hell, who was he kidding? It would also mean risking the end of the mind-blowing pleasure she was giving him and the chance to give her the same.

  She’d won.

  He wasn’t going to call an end to this.

  He couldn’t fight the gang, his own extreme response to her, and Claire, too.

  He gasped when her mouth widened slightly and she tentatively swallowed a few more inches of him. His hands tightened in her hair and, before he could stop himself, he thrust forward, feeding her more of him. She gagged in surprise, but quickly recovered, increasing the pressure of her sucks until his eyes practically began to water and he almost cried out for mercy.

  Closing them, he gave himself over to the feel of her mouth.

  It might have been a while since she’d had sex with anyone, and her mouth might have moved a little awkwardly when she’d first begun the hummer she now graced him with, but Claire was quickly proving herself to be an expert when it came to giving head. It wasn’t her technique so much as the sheer focus and enthusiasm she brought to the act. It was like sucking his dick was actually making her feel the same type of pleasure he was, only he was feeling so damn good he wasn’t sure how that could be remotely possible. His body trembled with the effort of holding still. Of letting her set the pace. But then someone in the crowd moaned in sexual excitement and Claire flinched, her eyes shifting to the side in search of the person who’d made the sound.

  Her mouth stilled, and he caught his breath as the underside of his cock hovered over the slick, smooth surface of her tongue. He felt the moment apprehension seized her and, knowing there was no backing out now, he slid his fingers down to cup her jaw and tilted her face up to his.

  “Don’t look at anyone else,” he said hoarsely. “I want all your attention on me. Your mouth is so hot and tight, and you’re far, far more skilled than I thought you’d be. I want your hands on me, too. Cup my balls.”

  His hoarse command was enough to make her forget about the others watching them, or at least to not mind enough to stop. Her mouth started suckling again, drawing a choked moan from him, and at the same time she reached out and cupped his balls, gently rolling the twin globes in her palm.

  Ty gripped fistfuls of her hair, and her sucking became bolder. Harder. It wasn’t enough.

  “Your hands,” he gritted out, certain he sounded far closer to pleading than he should. “Use them with your mouth.”

  Instantly, she obeyed, wrapping both hands around the thick stalk of his penis and using them to follow the forward then backward glide of her mouth. With no prompting from him, she added a slight twist to her grip whenever she pulled away, so that her fingers rubbed the moisture from her mouth onto the sensitive underside of his phallus. Every time she did it, he shuddered violently until finally he was clenching his teeth to keep from crying out her name.

  She whimpered, as if she could sense how close to release she’d brought him, and then swirled her tongue around the tip of him in a move worthy of any highly-trained call girl. Only she wasn’t a call girl. She was Claire. His beautiful, fresh-faced, complex Claire with half of his dick shoved into her mouth and a look of pure, orgasmic-like bliss on her face.

  It was seeing her expression that undid him.

  “I’m gonna come,” he groaned. “Remember what I said. All of it. I want you to swallow every drop.”

  She nodded, and it was apparent that neither of them was acting for the benefit of anyone but themselves at that moment. Widening his stance, he braced himself against the pleasure building in his balls, almost painful in its intensity.

  “Ahhh …” With a grimace, he exploded. His body jerked as his cock emptied itself into the sweet darkness of her mouth, and he almost yelled when she swallowed him deeper and he felt her throat convulse tighter around him as she struggled to swallow his cum. It gushed into her in thick, spurting jets of liquid but, true to her word, she didn’t let a drop of it escape her mouth.

  She swallowed, swallowed again, then slowly slid his cock out of her mouth. Before she released him completely, she flicked the end of him with her tongue as if giving him a farewell kiss that she couldn’t let the others see.

  Weakly, he let his hands drop away from her and quickly jerked his pants up. His hands were shaking when he swept them through his hair and stared at the top of her bent head as she continued to kneel in front of him.

  Jesus, that had nearly killed him. And yet, he was still as hard as an iron poker. Maybe even harder than he’d been when she’d first put her mouth on him. All he could think about was getting inside her hot, clenching body and making her come just as hard as he had.

  Once he got her out of here—and he would get her out safely, no question about it—he didn’t want her to remember servicing him. When she looked back at this time, he wanted her to remember her own pleasure. The pleasure he gave her. The pleasure she wouldn’t be able to live without once she left this place and returned to the safety of her ordinary world.

  Without hesitation, he glanced up at Jed. Behind him, he caught a glimpse of Luke walking past the door. His partner hesitated just long enough for Ty to catch the slight shake of his head.

  Ty understood immediately. Don’t take Jed on. Not now. Either Jed had reinforcements waiting nearby, or the others had gotten dangerously drunk and out of control. “I’m a Guardian now, right?”

  Jed, who
looked a little dazed, nodded. “Uh. Yeah. You are.”

  Ty narrowed his eyes. “Then everyone get the fuck out of here. Because I’m not done with her. Not by a long shot.”

  Jed stared at him for several seconds. The crowd watched tensely, obviously uncomfortable with Ty’s words regardless of his new status within the gang.

  Slowly, Jed’s mouth widened in a grin, and he laughed. The others in the room laughed as well, then followed him when he strode outside, leaving Ty with Claire, who still hadn’t moved from her position on her knees. Quickly, Ty went to shut the door, locked it, then came back and sank to his knees in front of her. He cupped her face in his hands and tilted it up, frowning when she resisted.

  “Don’t wimp out on me now, Claire,” he said, forcing a harsh edge to his voice.

  Her eyes widened, and her gaze jerked to his. Upon seeing her expression, he hid his feeling of relief. Rather than looking bruised or humiliated, her eyes sparkled with a vibrant arousal that was almost too intense to be real.

  But it was real.

  Ty didn’t know how or why he and Claire had been given this opportunity to gorge themselves on each other, but now that he’d had his turn, he wasn’t about to stop without giving her hers.

  He rubbed his thumb firmly against her mouth, dragging her lips open so he could dip it inside and push it insistently against her tongue. She gasped but obviously understood his silent command and started sucking it.

  “That’s it,” he said as he watched the sexy ministration and felt his cock twitch in envy. “There’s no going back, Claire. I got off in your mouth. You exercised your power over me and had me at your complete mercy. If we’d been alone, I would have been begging you to suck me even harder. And you know what that means, don’t you?”

  Her mouth stopped sucking, and she shook her head.

  He smiled wickedly. “It means payback’s a bitch, baby girl. And you’re about to get yours.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  After issuing his promise—or threat—and helping her to her feet, Ty moved to the corner of the room where, to her surprise, a video camera was positioned atop a tripod. He fiddled with it, obviously getting it powered up. “It’s an old one. Still uses a tape, and it doesn’t pick up sound. But it’s perfect for what we need. It’ll capture our image while still allowing us to talk freely. I’ll sweep the room for bugs. I know you’ll want me to talk dirty when we fuck, Claire.”

  Shaken, Claire opened her mouth to protest but froze when he glanced at her, the heat of his gaze boring into hers. She closed her mouth with an audible snap, crossed her arms, and studied the room more closely.

  In addition to the chair he’d occupied earlier, there was nothing in it but a twin bed covered with some ratty linens. The window was boarded up, with only cracks of light filtering through.

  Without looking at her, Ty abandoned the video camera to prowl around the room, running his hands over and under surfaces, searching for the listening devices he’d mentioned. In the tense silence, all she heard was the sound of her ragged breaths as she tried to regain her composure. Her gaze moved once again to the video camera and stuck, as if it had become her lifeline. If she stared at it long enough, maybe she’d never actually have to face Ty and deal with what was happening here.

  In all honesty, she wasn’t even sure what that was. But she did have a sneaky suspicion, and that suspicion did nothing but make her more jittery.

  When she’d been on her knees in front of him, when she’d had his musky smell and vibrant energy surrounding her, inside and out, and then the taste of him on her tongue and down her throat, she’d forgotten all her concerns about the situation or of showing him who she really was and what turned her on. No matter what she did within the Guardian compound, she’d thought, Ty would keep her safe. And, given the circumstances, if she acted out of character and did some wild, unpredictable things, well, she could be forgiven a few crazy moments, couldn’t she?

  But typically, Ty wasn’t willing to allow her that. He wasn’t going to let her give him a blow job in front of the other men without reducing her to the same state of quivering pleasure. And of course she wanted that. Who wouldn’t? Only she wasn’t sure if she was brave enough to take it. To actually—

  “Claire.”

  She jumped at the sound of his voice but kept her gaze resolutely on the video camera. He couldn’t really know what she was feeling. So long as she didn’t confirm anything, it didn’t matter what he suspected. Besides, maybe she’d been wrong. Maybe she’d misunderstood him. Maybe he’d told the others to leave to buy some time while Luke figured out a way to get them out of here. Maybe …

  “Claire,” he began again.

  The deep baritone of his voice thundered in her head, snapping something inside her. Her skin felt tight, her body restless and buzzing with adrenaline. She wanted something—She didn’t know what, but she knew who.

  “Look at me. Now.” His voice was low and firm. It brooked no disobedience. Half of her bristled, while the other half melted. Slowly, she turned to face him.

  What she saw made her gasp and tremble.

  His cheeks were flushed and his eyelids heavy. He didn’t appear disgusted or overly concerned with explanations or escape plans. Instead, he was looking at her as if he wanted to devour her whole, spit her out, then start all over again. And again and again and again. An ache throbbed in her core, and she automatically squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to ease it. His gaze flickered down, indicating he hadn’t missed the slight movement. Slowly, he walked toward her, dark intent gleaming in his eyes.

  She held herself as still as possible, feeling a bit like a mouse being stalked by a lion, but she was a mouse that wasn’t running or scared of her fate. No, she wanted to be eaten. Licked. Bitten and plundered and sucked and—

  His lips touched hers, soft and feathery light. The contrast to the dominance she’d been expecting made her muscles tense even further. Then, with a soft moan, she melted against him in a boneless shudder of need, knowing that the taste of him was still on her tongue, something that didn’t seem to bother him. Instantly, his mouth opened, and he kissed her with a firm, suctioning pressure, moving to change angles every few seconds without once breaking contact with her. And his tongue … Lord, his tongue … he maneuvered it with such agility, flicking at the seam of her lips before plunging inside her mouth to rub sinuously over her own, strong and wet and outrageously wonderful.

  Too soon, he pulled away. When she tried to follow, he shook his head and pressed his palms on her shoulders to hold her back. For a crazy second, she fought his greater strength, her sole focus to get him to kiss her again. He laughed, the sound so cocky and self-assured that it automatically made her freeze.

  He was laughing at her. Amused by her neediness and wanton behavior. How could he—

  “Stop it,” he snapped, making her confused gaze jump to his. “Embarrassment is the last thing I want you to feel. I love how you want me. How you want more. Believe me, I do, too. But we need to settle a few things between us first, Claire.”

  Automatically, she resisted that idea. She didn’t want to talk things out. Better that they just act. Be carried away by their passion. She shook her head, silently pleading with him to kiss her again.

  “Yes,” he insisted. “Because I want to kiss you. Hell, I want to fuck you, Claire. But I need to make very, very sure that’s exactly what you want, too. Not because you’re scared. Not because you think that’s the way to save my cover and do the right thing. But because you want my dick between your thighs and my mouth on your sweet pussy and my fingers up your ass—”

  “Stop,” she said, covering his lips with her hand. It shook even before he tossed his chin and sucked her fingers, caressing them with the slippery glide of his tongue, then using his teeth to nibble at her.

  She moaned again, the sound reminiscent of someone on the verge of losing her sanity. That’s how she felt. Like she was going crazy. She’d welcome the madness wi
th open arms if only he would do all the things he’d just described. As he continued to suck on her fingers, his gaze bore into her, expectant. Questioning.

  Yes. Yes, yes, yes. The mental chant started soft, then grew louder, until she couldn’t ignore it anymore. Swallowing hard, she nodded. “I want you. Not because … because of any of those things.”

  Satisfaction flooded his expression. He nipped at her thumb one last time before raising his head. “Then why did you refuse to see me again?”

  She glanced away at the unexpected question and shrugged. “I told you. I was busy. I didn’t have time to get involved.”

  “I know what you told me. Now tell me the real reason.”

  Claire opened her mouth, afraid that if she didn’t do as he said he’d never satisfy the aching hunger inside of her. But no words came out. She could barely form a decent thought. Besides, what could she say? That she’d told him to leave, refused to see him again because she was a perverted slut with one weird kink after another?

  “Kink like getting turned on by watching a gang of dangerous bikers fuck their way into oblivion?” he asked. “Kink like wanting me so much you were willing to give me a blow job in front of them?”

  She jerked back, appalled by his questions. She’d obviously spoken her thoughts out loud.

  But there was no recrimination in his eyes, only challenge. Something inside her wanted to cower and hide, but the other part of her wouldn’t let her. What was the point? He obviously knew things about her that no one else did. Things that she’d never wanted him to know. The ease with which he’d gotten her to reveal herself filled her with anger. Raising her chin, she said, “Yes. That kind of kink.”

  The kind of kink she wanted more of. Even now. Despite the fact she’d never particularly cared for the act before, she wanted to be sucking his delicious length and cupping his balls and rejoicing in her ability to make him gasp with desire.

  “Good thing you got out when you did, right?” she said lamely, the silence making her feel like shuffling her feet.