Unwound
Page 99“What are you . . . ?”
“Whatever I want.” Ronin pushed to his feet and stood, placing his hands by her head, stretching his body over hers until they were nose to nose. “You’re mine. And I intend to make that perfectly clear tonight.”
Amery grabbed a handful of his hair. “Bring it, tough guy.”
“Good thing you don’t have to work tomorrow, because it’ll be goddamn difficult for you to walk.” He unhooked the straps from the table and moved her legs to dangle over the edge. He clamped his hands on her ass and lifted her. Keeping his gaze locked to hers as he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed.
“Hands and knees.”
After Ronin grabbed the lube, he noticed Amery had pulled back the comforter. He lifted an eyebrow.
“It’s slippery. I figured with as hard as you’ll be f**king me, I need to be on a surface that won’t send me flying.”
He caged her body beneath his, his pelvis against her ass. He stayed like that for several long, deep breaths. Hard skin to soft skin, the scent of her filling his nostrils. His lips found her ear, and he rocked his hips into her.
She gasped softly.
“What’s that feel like, baby?”
“I feel full. When I move, those . . . things inside the ball vibrate like a tuning fork, starting strong and then tapering off.”
Amery angled her cheek to rub against his. “The fact that I creamed all over your face points to . . . yes.”
“Such dirty talk,” he murmured and latched on to the skin at the nape of her neck. He sucked hard and drank in her quick gasp and full-body shudder like a shot of adrenaline that traveled straight to his cock.
When he snapped his hips again, her torso was thrust forward. His arms bore the brunt of the motion, and he pushed back.
“Oh god.”
“Widen your knees.” Once she had a solid stance, he planted kisses down her spine, to her tailbone, letting his tongue follow the crack in her ass down to that tiny rosette. He flicked his tongue across it a couple times and felt the muscles relax.
She groaned.
Ronin pushed to his knees and grabbed the lube. He squirted a thick dollop on his fingers and reached between those soft butt cheeks until he found her damp, puckered hole. He smeared the lube around and worked a finger in past that tight ring, then another, scissoring his fingers to open her up.
Then he pressed the tip of his lube-slicked c**k to the spot and pushed through the resistance. The sphincter muscle closed around the head. He let it rest there, feeling the lure of her back channel, so hot and so f**king tight.
Goddamn. He couldn’t resist that lure. He plowed into her to the hilt.
Her body moved forward, and she dropped her head down.
He’d come once, and that usually meant the second round would take him longer. But the clasp of her anal passage and the sensation from the geisha balls swaying inside her cunt put him on the fast track to orgasm again.
Amery was panting, and he noticed she’d clutched the sheets in her hands.
“Give me one more.”
“I need . . .”
He returned to the caged position, his chest on her back, his pelvis pumping. “Not done with you. Never going to be done with you.” He dragged openmouthed kisses across her shoulder, then stopped and bit down, gifting her with another mark.
That sent her spiraling into the abyss again.
The squeeze and pull of her orgasm propelled him into thrusting harder, deeper until he came in a scalding rush of heat that momentarily struck him stupid. When he realized he’d kept up that punishing rhythm even after he’d come, he worried for the first time he might’ve taken her too hard. He slowed and stopped. “Amery. I got carried away. I’m—”
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” she warned. “It’s a rush that I can make you lose control like that, so don’t apologize.”
He followed the arch of her spine with kisses as he slowly withdrew. When he reached her bu**ocks, he gave her a big hickey on each cheek.
“You weren’t kidding about marking me everywhere.”
Amery caught him off guard and pushed his elbow, rolling him to his back. She scooted off the bed until her feet hit the floor, and she sauntered to the bathroom. Her eyes glittered with lust when she stopped in the doorway and looked over her shoulder at him. “You promised to f**k me until I can’t walk. I’m still standing. What are you gonna do about that?”
Growling at her challenge, Ronin chased after her.
He f**ked her in the shower.
Then he f**ked her in the living room.
Then he f**ked her over the bar.
After that, she couldn’t walk, so he carried her to bed.
Hard not to feel cocky about that.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
AMERY adjusted the lighting on the objects scattered on the black velvet for the twentieth time. Over the past two weeks, since the demo in the club, she’d been inundated with new clients. Between that and the Okada project, she could work nonstop seven days a week, and she knew she had to settle on whom to hire. The dynamic between her and Molly was so good she didn’t want to upset the balance and make a bad decision, so she’d been lax on making her final choice.