My eyes roll back in my head, my thighs quivering uncontrollably, breaths puffing out erratically, pulse ratcheting higher. “So much better,” I purr.
“Still no,” he growls in my ear, withdrawing his decadent touch as a grunt rumbles from my lungs. “Stiff dick. Remember?” He chuckles, relishing my torture far more than seems appropriate.
“I rescind my previous concession,” I quip as he bounces off the bed.
Blowing past my retraction, he barks the order, “Up,” at me, waiting for me to comply. When I wriggle upright and put my feet on the floor, he tacks on the second half of his directive. “On your knees, baby girl. Our night is just beginning. And this time, it’s about me.”
I sink to my knees, not because I have a history of being submissive. God knows that’s never been a word anyone would correlate to my personality. But I’m enamored by the metamorphosis occurring before me. This man, whom I’ve revered and adored and lusted after, wants to make me his. He’s already proven that he’ll prioritize my pleasure by making me come twice the other night without taking anything in return. But Ty’s willingness to use me equates to some sort of commitment; he’d never consider it otherwise. So, as my clit throbs and my heart swells against my sternum, I dutifully await his direction.
He kicks off his shoes, unbuttons his shirt, and steps in front of me, lifting my face to him. “You’re too good to be true, Rena. Like a dream.” Releasing my jaw, he straightens, staring down at me. “This. I could get used to this—you waiting on your knees for me. Naked and needy.”
My chest heaves as I nearly burst out of my skin. It was maddening enough that he drove me to the brink and abandoned me—twice—but the feral glint in his gaze is annihilating me. “Use me, sailor.”
His head tilts to the side while he scans me. “You want that, don’t you? For me to use you, own you.”
Yep, that’s my undoing. As much as I yearn to be his good girl, I long to be his filthy slut a hundred times more—the forbidden I’ve never been permitted to reach for.
“Please.” It’s one airy word that flees from me, but the expression on his face tells me that he understands all I’m saying with that petition.
He smooths his palm over my head. “That’s my girl. Take me out and continue where you left off a few hours ago.”
I eagerly unzip his jeans, fold down his boxers, and unveil his already-steel-hard cock. But the sight stills me.
“What’s wrong, Little Moon?” That question is woven with mirth.
“It’s just … I knew you were … but …” I don’t know the last time I was rendered speechless.
His roaring laughter coils around me while he strokes his huge—seriously huge in length and girth—leaking dick. “See? Lights are important. But you’ve already had me in that talented mouth, so no need to worry for another few minutes. This is a warm-up. Then, I’m going to wreck that virgin cunt.”
That misconception slams into me, but I don’t shy away from setting him straight. “I’m not a virgin, Ty. I told you that once.”
“I know what you told me,” he assures me. “It was the day before Ivy and Wells’s wedding, and you confessed you’d had sex once. Maybe you’ve even had more experiences since then. But either way, that perfect pussy is a virgin to what I’m about to do to it.”
Every part of that—his remembrance of my confession and his promise to decimate me in all new ways—seeps into the depths of my marrow, spurring me forward to be whoever he needs me to be. With one hand massaging his balls, I curl my other hand at the base of his shaft to work it up and down and immediately take him into my mouth. The engorged head pulses against my hollow cheeks, the salty precum coating my tongue.
“Eyes up here.” He fists my hair, jutting his hips forward in punishing thrusts, his piercing hitting the back of my throat as I raise my gaze to his. “There you go, precious girl. So damn gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.”
Tears stream down my cheeks, and frothy saliva oozes out around him. I choke and gag, but maintain my zealousness. It’s pain and privilege, nearly more than I can take and everything I’ve ever wanted. And with his cognacs glued to mine, I’m utterly whole.
“Fuck, baby. You’re a goddamn miracle,” he croons while never lessening his rampant pace. “Touch yourself. Are you drenched for me?”
Removing my hand from his balls, I finger myself, as he ordered, swirling with an insatiable need and mumbling confirmation. It won’t take long for me to reach the precipice.
“My greedy girl. Show me,” he demands, and as I lift my glistening fingers, he lunges forward, sucks them, and growls, “All done, Little Moon. I need to be inside you. Need to fill you up.”
Within a solitary blurry second, I pop off him, and he hooks his palms under my armpits, flinging me back onto the bed. The man moves at some supersonic speed. While I’m rebounding off the mattress in an enlivening buoyancy, he’s disrobing in a frenzy.
God, he’s a masterpiece. It doesn’t matter that I just saw him working out yesterday. I think I’ll be transfixed every time I glimpse the dips and cords and ridges of his chiseled muscles.
He tugs me to the edge of the bed, looming over me with his godlike nakedness. Gone is my calm and controlled Navy man. He’s all wolfish hunger now. And I am more than obliged to let him sink his teeth into me.
Spreading out my legs as though he’s preparing an elaborate meal, he combs his eyes over every inch of me. “I’ve waited too long to sink inside you, so I want my cum dripping out of you for days. No condom. I’m clean.” He drags his hand through the valley of my breasts and over the plane of my stomach, paying homage to my subtle curves. “Fuck, baby girl. I’m gonna paint you with it too.”
That and the wanton set of his jaw spark an inferno inside me, so I counter with ardent consent. “Yeah. Okay. I’ve always liked modern art.”
His shoulders shake, his hands covering his face as he howls his bright and boisterous laughter, but he quickly regains his carnal composure, teasing my opening with another threat of edging, and that is so not happening.
“Enough fun and games, Reynolds. Less lip service. Time to fuck me.”
