My hand works the base while my lips wrap around him, sucking deep and slow. Every time he tries to thrust, I back off. Every time he moans, I slow it even more.
This moment—this man—they’re mine.
I pull off and blow a cool breath against the wet, swollen tip. He groans around my thong.
“Poor baby,” I coo, feathering my fingers over his length. “I’m not ready to let you come just yet.”
His body is pulled tight like a loaded spring. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a garbled mess.
I grab a condom, suit him up, and straddle his hips. One smooth slide and I take him in. Fully. His eyes roll back and he tries to grab me, but the cuffs won’t let him command the rhythm like he’s used to.
“Just watch,” I tell him, rocking my hips. “And feel how good it is.You inside me.” My hands rake down his chest, my tits bounce. I grind slowly. Then faster. Slow. Fast again.
He groans. Straining. Tense and tormented.
I whisper filthy words of heated praise and promises, making him so stiff, it’s like he might snap. That’s when I stop.
His curse is muffled but unmistakeable.
I turn around, riding him reverse cowgirl. Booty bouncing, hips rolling, ass cheeks clapping. Putting on a show. He’s groaning and bucking beneath me, trying to meet me stroke for stroke. I hold his thighs down with my hands, driving him insane. Taking myself right there with him.
I pull off again and turn back to face him. “You ever been this close and denied, Dice?” I whisper. “Not in control. Not running the show. Just aching.”
Another groan. Another plea.
I smile, then lean in and pull the panties from his mouth with my teeth. “You gonna beg now?” I breathe against his jaw. “Gonna tell me how bad you need to come?”
“Fuck, yes, Lot,” he gasps, voice raw. “My cock’s so hard I’m going to explode all over this motherfucker. That’s how much I want you. Need you. I’m fucking dead with it. Can’t see straight. Baby, please.”
My lips curl. That’s the sound of a man undone. Honest. Wild. Real.
I roll off the condom and kiss him—owning his mouth with everything I’ve got. Then I’m gone for a minute to grab the vibrator. I turn it on and let it buzz gently beneath his sack, rolling against his heavy testicles while I take him in my mouth.
His climax hits fast. Like dynamite. Hot and explosive. I pull off as ropes of semen shoot between us, his groans rough and broken. I keep stroking him with my hand, drawing out every pulse, every twitch, until he collapses beneath me. Boneless. Fucked-out.
Only then do I remove the vibrator and place it between my legs.Lowering onto him, I rub it against my clit. My teeth clamp down on his shoulder, and I moan against his damp skin as I make myself come.
It’s quick and intense. Slumped on top of him, we lie there, sweaty and sticky. Demolished.
When the silence stretches too long, nothing but our breaths filling it, I ease off him and undo the straps and cuffs, massaging out the pins and needles in his arms and wrists.
He looks at me, cradles my face in both hands, and just says my name. “Lot.” Quiet, tender. Then he brings my mouth to his.
A kiss with wings. I float on it. Sigh into it. Drifting on some far away cloud. When he pulls back, I try to ground myself by searching for my usual smart-ass quip. Some blithe, meaningless remark. But all that comes out is a breath of confusion. “What was that?”
“Damned if I know.” He shrugs, and we both ease back like we’re stepping around a live wire.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” I say, “and check on Queenie.”
“All right.”
He doesn’t offer to join, which is just as well. I need a minute. I step under the spray, mad at myself. Where did I get the dumb idea that I could separate my heart from my body with Dice?
Damn that man.
I’ve gone and fallen in love with him. Maybe I never even stopped and was just fooling myself.
But okay. People fall in and out of love all the time. It doesn’t have to be that deep. Not some happily ever after. I’ve always valued my independence. I’ve never needed a man to make me whole.
