Starting right fucking now.
“It can’t happen, X,” Mercedes told him, drawing him back to the present.
Staring down at her, watching the storm clouds brew in her eyes made him want her all the more. She could argue with him until the end of time, but he wasn’t willing to be thrown off course. Not now. Not after last night. After they’d made it this far.
Xander opted to take a more direct approach. Shifting so that he could slide one knee between her thighs, he released her hands and gripped her hips, forcing her skirt up high and grinding the steely length of his cock against her belly. All while he crushed his mouth to hers.
She was so soft in his arms. The abundant swell of her breasts against his chest, the heavenly feel of her generous hips against his palms. She was perfect for him.
He was hanging by a thread, holding her close, reveling in the heat that generated between her legs. When she began grinding her pussy against his thigh, he knew she was done. No matter what she said or what she told herself, this combustible energy that generated between them was hard to resist.
No, not hard. Damn near impossible.
“Xander,” Mercedes moaned when he gripped her hair, tilting her head back so he could deepen the kiss. Thrusting his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth, Xander almost came when she grabbed his ass and jerked him closer.
It was a stalemate. He held tightly to her hair; she held onto him with her relentless grip. Breaking the kiss and staring into her eyes, Xander opted to go with the cold, hard truth.
“I’m going to dominate you, Mercedes. I’m going to have you begging me, pleading for me to make you come. I’m going to show you exactly what it feels like to lose absolute control. And I’m going to do it over and over again until you don’t want to think about anyone but me.”
Her eyes went from soft gray to a thunderhead, blackened with resistance. Or was that need?
Mercedes slid her hand down between their bodies and began stroking his rigid erection through his slacks. Xander fought the urge to thrust into her hand. What he wouldn’t give for her to jerk him off right then and there. Or better yet for her to drop to her knees so he could watch his cock slide in and out of her pretty pink lips.
He wished he was naked. If he thought she would be game, he would strip them both right then and there. Toss her across the table and fuck her senseless. Xander wanted her more than his next breath, but he knew he could only push Mercedes so far and right now there was a delicate balance that he couldn’t afford to throw off.
“I don’t have any desire to submit to you,” Mercedes explained as she stroked his cock roughly. “If you think I can be forced into enjoying it, you’re wrong. And on top of that, we both know we’ll tire of each other before long.”
Xander didn’t hear anything after the word “force”. He’d never had to force a woman to enjoy anything.
“Force you to enjoy it?” Xander asked incredulously as he slid his hand up her thigh slowly, easing his finger beneath the lace of her panties. He grazed her clit with his fingertip and then eased lower until he found her soaking wet entrance. “I don’t think force is necessary, baby.”
Xander fought to keep his eyes open even though she continued to stroke him more firmly, and he wanted nothing more than to get lost in the sensation of her intimate touch along his aching cock.
Mercedes suddenly stopped, gripping his cock painfully, forcing him to inhale sharply as she tried to control the situation.
Determined to fight fire with fire, Xander pushed his finger inside of her slowly.
“One of these days, you’re going to learn that not everyone wants what you want. This is what I want,” she said, tightening her grip on his dick and making him damn near choke on his tongue. “I want a man with my collar around his neck. I want a man who is on his knees and naked when I come home. Begging me, pleading for me to let him come. I want a man shackled to my bed, one I can have my way with whenever I choose. I want a man who knows that I can offer him the greatest pleasure ever to be had.”
“Baby, I can assure you that you’ll never get a collar around my neck, nor will I ever be on my knees unless I’m lapping your sweet pussy, and you damn sure won’t have a chance to tie me to your bed. But I assure you, I already know how intense the pleasure is.” He paused, sliding his index finger deeper and twisting, searching for… there it was.
Mercedes released the stranglehold she had on his dick as she cried out with pleasure, bucking against him, trying to get closer as he rubbed her G-spot with his finger, forcing her closer and closer to the edge. Still gripping her hair, he pulled her head forward until his mouth brushed her ear. “And I promise you, I’ll make you come as many times as I possibly can.” He nipped her ear. “Starting now.”