I was fine with whatever. Honestly, at this stage, I was so raw with need that I’d probably let him fuck me raw. A decision I’d absolutely regret later once I sobered up and actually thought about how many fucking STDs we could unknowingly pass back and forth to each other because we were being fucking dumbasses.
But right now, my dick was calling the shots. It was screaming at me to fuck around and find out. I was tired of being responsible and always having to think ten steps ahead. I didn’t want to have to plan for shit. I wanted to live in the moment,bein the thick of it with no worries about the consequences later on down the line.
I’d lived my entire life afraid of the future and what butterfly effect I’d unknowingly cause to fuck myself over, eventually. I was a chronic planner and an even more chronic worrier. I had plans for plans and plans for those plans, too.
Nothing would ever get past me. Not so long as I had a strict idea of what needed to get done.
But here, in this moment, I wasn’t afraid to let go, to give up my rambling thoughts and let myself sink into oblivion. Marlow could take that for me—take itfromme and allow me to just...be.
He swiped his tongue over my skin, leaving a cool trail of spit behind before straightening up and towering over me once again. His breathing was a little labored, his tanned skin flushed slightly pink. He was honest to god the sexiest man I’d ever seen, let alone allowed myself to let touch me.
He worked the belt around my waist off, tugging it through the loops and then tossing it onto the desk next to me. I shivered at the implication of him leaving it there and not simply tossing it onto the floor like he was getting ready to do with my shorts.
I’d only been tied up a few times and each experience was... lackluster, to say the least.
In concept, being at the complete mercy of the other party was enticing as fuck, yet in practice, gave little room for error when choosing said partner. Namely, those who got lost in the heat of things and started trying to default on their responsibilities, aka pleasuring and seeking pleasure themselves, back onto the other party who had little to no mobility to doanythingother than lay there.
So... those had been short-lived stints.
Marlow wasn’t easily flustered—case and point, diving into the rapids to rescue an older woman and barely batting an eye before, during, and afterward.
He took things in stride, dealt with the punches and kept on rolling.
Thatwas the kind of dominant you wanted controlling the bedroom activities. Not one who thought they knew what they were doing and then got too overwhelmed when they realized they were in over their head with a partner who wasn’t just going to lay there and take whatever was given to them.
I’d admit to being hard to please, at times, but I also wasn’t asking for a left kidney in return.
Commit to what you promised or get out.
Simple as that.
“Blake.”
My eyes shot up to meet his.
“Stop thinking.”
Ugh, fuck. Caught in high-def.
The amused smirk that played across his lips suddenly untangled the knot that had formed in my belly from over-thinking yet again. I let myself ease back into the moment, unhooking my leg from his hip so he could fully tug off my shorts and underwear and toss them onto the floor away from us.
He splayed his hands over my hips, framing my aching dick between them. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you.”
My back arched instinctively at the compliment. Now look who was preening at the praise and attention.
“I could say the same for you.”
He chuckled. “Look, I won’t lie, we look good together.”
We really fucking did.
He grabbed the belt, sending my heart racing instantly. He grabbed one of my wrists and brought it up to pin above my head, shoving a stack of docs out of the way with his elbow while he asked, “You ever do something like this before?”
“Uh, once or twice.”
Amusement danced in his eyes. “Blake, you keep surprising me here.”
“Let’s just say I’ve had a healthy sex life.”
