Friction (Red Hot Private Eye, Novella, Vol. 2) by Melanie Shawn Page B

slipping her hands around his torso to his ass, and then sliding them back around to the front, trailing maddeningly softly around the hard shape of his dick, pressed against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
    He reached his hands down, out of instinct mainly, not even knowing what he would grasp—her wrists, her head—just feeling like he needed to get a hold of her, needed to touch her, needed to gain some measure of control. However, he had forgotten who he was dealing with. The Queen of Control.
    Her hands snapped up and grasped his wrists in an iron grip, and she tilted her head back so that she was looking straight up into his eyes.
    “Uh, uh, uh,” she repeated, that playful little half smile still plastered to her lips. His breathing sped up even further until he thought he might hyperventilate.
    She let go of his wrists and he reached up and threaded his hands together behind his head so that he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Hell, if she wanted to be in control of this encounter, he wasn't going to argue—it was good enough for him that the encounter was happening at all—she could do whatever she liked to him, as long as it involved the two of them finally making love.
    Apparently satisfied that he was going to behave himself, she turned her attention back to his boxer briefs, increasing her focus on the thick outline of his manhood—thank God! She toyed with him, grasping him, rubbing him, massaging him—all the time while he was trapped behind the prison of cotton that his boxer briefs represented.
    God! This was torture! Sweet torture, but torture nonetheless. His passion was building up to a breaking point, and he wasn't sure he could control himself if that happened.
    Then, at the instant that he thought he could not take it anymore, she hooked her own fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down over his lower body slowly, sensuously, trailing her fingernails over his skin as she went, sending electric impulses of lust exploding out from the point of contact straight to his now-freed manhood.
    As soon as she had slid the boxer briefs of all of the way off of him and tossed them aside, she immediately took his throbbing member in her mouth, which drew a growl from deep within the depths of his chest. It was the sound of lust and longing more desperate and ragged than he thought he had ever heard himself make. Raiza had brought him to a precipice of desire that he had never before approached.
    The feel of her hot mouth surrounding him, enveloping him, was almost more than he could take. Forgetting her previous admonition, his hands flew to the back of her head and he entangled his fingers into her damp, silky soft hair. She didn't seem to mind this time, in fact the movements of her tongue seemed to become even more frantic than before—which he took as a good sign that he was doing something that she enjoyed, and that caused a desire to build up within her, as well.
    Raiza began to move her head up and down, up and down, her hot mouth tightened on his penis, her hands tight on his ass as she controlled the movements of his hips thrusting.
    God, she really did need to be in control of every single little thing, didn't she?
    He knew that this quality in her would probably make a lot of men feel emasculated, but Mateo felt anything but. Hell, he figured as long as the things she needed to be 'in control' of continued to include 'the best way to suck his dick,' she could be in control all day and all night, he would not be complaining!
    When she had used her mouth on him for several bliss-inducing moments, she drew her head back and surveyed what she had created – one extremely engorged penis.
    “There,” she said proudly, “I think I've gotten you ready for me now.”
    His head was so lust-fogged that he didn't even really process what she was saying, and he didn't put up one bit of a fight when she pushed him backward onto her couch. She bent over him, sliding on a condom