Free Bound at the Ball (Siren Publishing Allure) by Lea Barrymire Page B

flying over the edge, would release the tension in her body.
    When he savagely ripped his lips from hers and stilled his fingers, she bucked helplessly in his grasp. She opened her eyes and stared, trying to convey her need through her gaze. She couldn’t help the mew that escaped her lips. She needed so strongly that she was afraid she’d combust unless he kissed and touched her. She knew he watched her, but she closed her eyes and rocked her hips over open air, trying to get a little friction against her swollen clit. She was so close to exploding. One touch, one rub of a bead against her nub would be enough.
    “Not yet. I have more questions.” He leaned forward until his forehead rested on hers, his gasps blowing across her cheeks. His hands clamped on her hips and held her still. “If I can keep myself from burying my cock into you long enough to get them answered. Now, hold still. You are not allowed to come until I tell you. I’m going to release your wrists because you’ve finished your punishment for lying earlier.”
    She stilled on his lap as instructed and felt the immediate relief when she could bring her arms back around in front of her. She held back from reaching out and touching him. With her hands free, she wanted to wrap her arms around his thick neck and bury her fingers in his hair.
    “You may touch me if you’d like. I can see the desire in your eyes. Tonight is about both of us. Unless I tell you specifically not to do something, I want you to feel free to do what you want. Well, within reason.” His whispered acknowledgement of her need unlocked a door she didn’t realize she’d had deep in her psyche. Tears threatened and burned her eyes. She’d never had anyone give her permission to just do what she wanted. She’d spent every minute of her life fighting her own wants, conforming to some law someone else set down.
    With a nod at his words, she reached out with shaking hands and rested her fingertips on the shirt covering his chest. He was hard and hot under her palm. She glanced up into his face before looking back at where their bodies touched. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. Before he could stop her wandering hand, she swept her palm down his hard stomach and slowly stroked over the bulge in his pants. She giggled at the breath he sucked in between his teeth.
    He grabbed her hand and held it still, palm pressed against his cock. “Stop that, naughty girl. I have more things to ask you, and if you keep looking at me like that and sliding your sinful hand along my cock, I’ll have you laid out under me before either of us can stop.” He took a shuddering breath, and she watched as he tried to regain some control, but she could feel the hardness still under her hand. “Next question. What did you do last night after the males and I left?”
    She was distracted. Heat pulsed off his crotch. His engorged shaft was something she wanted to explore. Would he feel hot on her skin if she opened his pants? She wanted to know what a male felt like, what his cock looked like. He felt large under her hand. Would he even be able to fit inside her? She answered his question without thinking. “I touched myself most of the night to relieve the ache.”
    A gasp brought her eyes to his. His eyes had darkened, and her belly clenched at the smoldering look he leveled at her.

Chapter 7
     
    Sabar could feel the slow ticking of the seconds as he held still, trying to keep from ravaging her. The image of her spread out on a bed, running her small hands along her own folds, silently coming over and over again had his cock so hard he thought he’d explode in his pants. His control was being tested in the most excruciating way. He’d never wanted to be in a female as much as he wanted to bury himself in Rella. She was everything he wanted.
    With a sigh he realized that getting a handle on his own desire was going to require getting her off his lap and some distance between his