I smile, my gaze focused on his. “No, it’s a freebie tonight. You did exceptionally well and haveabsolutelyearned it. You know I like to reward you.”
His breath catches and I watch him struggle to remain calm, act cool. “Freebie, huh?”
“Freebie.” I slowly arch an eyebrow at him. “All night. If you want it, that is.”
He meets my gaze and takes a deep breath so he doesn’t appear too eager. “I do.”
I only offer these a few times a year. He’s always allowed to ask for it on special occasions, like on his birthday and Christmas.
But a few times a year, I offer him the option as a reward.
He never turns me down when I offer, either.
With his gaze hotly burning into me, he throws back the rest of his drink and sets the glass down. I barely have time to down mine before grabs me, fists my hair, and kisses me. I can still taste the bourbon on his lips as he ravishes me with his mouth and completely melts me.
Even in this mode, there are a few lines he knows not to cross with me, so I never have to worry about saying no to him.
Then he scoops me over his shoulder, one arm around my legs and the other lightly spanking my ass as he heads for the stairs. “If I’m getting a freebie tonight, I’m not wasting a minute of it.”
I’m laughing, because you wouldn’t think from looking at the boy that he’s as strong as he is, but he’s in shape. We work out together several days a week.
He easily carries me upstairs and dumps me onto my bed, pouncing on me before I can even sit up. Without even letting me get undressed, he reaches under my skirt, yanks my panties off, and shoves my skirt up.
Alpha Declan takes what he wants, and I love that about him. He yanks off his blazer and unfastens his belt and trousers. I’m already sopping wet and ready when he kneels between my legs and notches the head of his cock against me, shoving home hard and deep.
This man doesn’t need to be polite or get me off first, or even ask permission to do what he wants within our limits.
This man owns me, heart and soul, even if maybe he doesn’t realize it.
Thisman is the polar opposite of my boy, and while he’s a fun visitor to have, we both know everyday life is only possible when it’s boy and Ma’am.
Damn, is it fun to play, though.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day, baby.” His teeth graze the hollow of my throat, the scruff of his beard rasping against my flesh. Scorching kisses all the way to my left ear, where he nips the lobe. “I wanted to slide my cock inside this sweet pussy and fuck you until you scream my name.”
I rake my nails down his back, over his shirt. There are any number of tricks I could use to instantly flip him back into my sweet boy, if I wanted to.
I do not want to. Not right now.
What I want to do is revel in the rasp of his slacks rubbing against the insides of my thighs where they’re wrapped around his legs. He braces one forearm on the bed and reaches down to yank my blouse up and out of my skirt. Reaching under it, he shoves my bra up so he can squeeze first one breast, then the other as he slowly long-strokes me.
I’ll probably bear the faint impression of his fingers all over me tomorrow morning, and I’ll smile as I see them even as he looks a sweet mix between horrified that he did that and possessively pleased with himself.
Sure, I leave marks on him during our play. Mostly teeth marks, but sometimes from implements. I don’t like to leave a lot of marks, though. I’m always careful not to go too far, not to bruise him too much.
He’s just turned twenty-six and I’m forty-one. Right now, our libidos are nearly perfectly matched. A stiff breeze can get either of us horny. Maybe it makes me a cougar, but I don’t give a shit.
He’s mine, and I love him, and he loves me. Maybe one day he’ll get tired of me, but for now I’m going to enjoy every second of time we have together.
When he comes inside me, he immediately sits up without pulling out, helps me take my blouse and bra off, then starts licking and sucking on my nipples, back and forth, and driving me crazy with need.
I know this game with him. He won’t even need more than a few minutes to be ready to go again for me, and having me squirming and horny under him is the fastest way to get him there.
Dammit, I love it when he’s like this. I savor these brief, sweet snippets of time with this side of him.
No, I don’t want him like this all the time.
I’m trying to grind against him, because my clit’s throbbing and I want to get off, but he’s not ready to let me do that yet. “Or maybe I want the second one down your throat,” he rumbles against my lips.
