She’d laid it all out there. She was scared. Putting all her trust and faith in me would leave her wrecked if something happened between us. She’d known she’d never gotten what she’d deserved. She’d even said good riddance to her ex and moved on. What she’d said about me was humbling as fuck.
But what did a blow job have to do with it? “Do you think you need to pleasure me to get me to stick around?” What had I done wrong to give her that impression?
She pressed her fingertips to her temples. “No. It’s... I thought...” She dropped her arms and sighed, tipping her head back. “You unravel me, Teller. So easily. You can hold all of me suspended on the tip of your tongue. I wanted to feel that power for once.”
I scooted down a step. If I stood, I’d crowd her and she needed her space. She was being raw and vulnerable and open. I could do the same and I could do it sitting on my ass. “You don’t see that youdohave all the power. I don’t think you realize how much you turned my world upside down.” I squeezed her warm fingers. Her grip was loose, ready to break away and run. If that was what she needed, I’d let her. “Before you, I worked, Maddy. I did chores in the morning, I was at the distillery past closing, and I spent all weekend at the ranch.”
“You’re still only working.”
“I’m enjoying myself. I get to go on dates with you.”
Doubt darkened her eyes. “You could go on dates with anyone.”
“I wouldn’t enjoy myself. You have your own mind. Your own plans. Aspirations that aren’t tied to my name. Yes, you needed to borrow my influence to keep from getting screwed over with Flatlanders. That’s bold. You donated fifty grand to a charity to get my help. That’s a big fucking leap of calculated faith—in me.” I rubbed my thumbs over the backs of her hands. “People put me on a pedestal and they don’t like it when I don’t live up to their expectations. I’m just a guy who works damn hard and wants a quiet life. You saw that. You sawmeright through the Bailey name. I don’t have to be anyone with you but a guy who thinks you’re fucking amazing.”
Tears gathered in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks when she blinked. “God, Teller.”
The tears were my undoing. I tugged her toward me to straddle my lap. I tangled my hand in her long locks and captured a tear with my lips. Then another, the salt staining my tongue with the flavor of her trust and her vulnerability.
She opened up this way for me and me only. An experience I wouldn’t take for granted.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I claimed her mouth, delving inside. Electricity crackled between us as emotion zinged back and forth like we were carrying each other’s burdens.
The saltiness of the tears lingered, but her sweet flavor shone through and I drank like I was dying of thirst. This woman got to me in a way I’d never expected, not from anyone.
She cupped my face, her palms scraping over my beard and her fingers tunneling through my hair. She was ferocious, biting and nibbling my tongue and my lips. She was unrestrained, no longer willing to be on standby, catching the scraps tossed to her and making do. She was taking what she wanted.
I grabbed her ass and ground her down onto my erection. The position wasn’t the easiest and the edge of a stair dug into my back, but I didn’t care.
She rocked over me and I groaned.
“Take what you want.” I might be undoing her initial intentions. She wanted to have power in the relationship—and that was what this was. Only she didn’t see that I was just as helpless when it came to her.
Madison
I rode the hard ridge behind Teller’s jeans. My emotions were flayed wide open, but he was proving to be a safe spot for that to happen. It’d only occurred with him. Only Teller.
Desire built inside me. How could I go from a raw, gaping mess of feelings and tears to an inferno of arousal? It was too big for my skin and my peak was way closer than it should be for having all my clothes on.
Yet, I was on top. Teller’s big hands clasped my butt cheeks and he grunted each time I ground onto him. I wanted him to feel as powerless and powerful and hungry as I did.
I broke away from our frenetic kiss and laid a path of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, sliding off his lap as I went.
I had begun with the intention to blow him, and my motivations had changed, if only slightly. I wanted power over him, but not just that anymore. I wanted to give him the same mindless pleasure he so easily and generously gave me. The drive to have my mouth on him was for both of us, not just me.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Lean back, Bailey, and let me undo your jeans.”
He slid his ass to the edge before I finished speaking and propped his elbows on the length of the stair behind him. “Fuck, Mads. Seeing you like this, on your knees in front of me, your hair a sexy mess from me? I won’t ever fucking forget it.”
“I’ll keep reminding you,” I purred and his pupils fixed, making his eyes almost black. I opened his fly and yanked his underwear down as far as it’d go with his jeans still on.
His ragged groan cut through the quiet house, growing stronger as I gave his shaft a good pump, then another. He was hot in my hand, smooth, yet rough with veins and the ridge at the crown.
I glided over him, rhythmically squeezing. He sucked in a breath, his gaze fixed on what I was doing to him. Was this how he’d felt when he was getting me off all those times before we’d had actual sex?
I was enjoying this. He was at my mercy. He was allowing it, but he was also powerless. He could carry me up the stairs to his bedroom and have his way with me, but he let me play. He wanted me to. From the tint on his cheeks, the way his mouth puffed open with each breath, and his rigid position, he needed me to.
