14
Serena
Isink to my knees before Shelby on the terrace, my Armani silk blouse floating around me like liquid midnight.The glass facade reflects our image from a dozen angles.It captures me kneeling before him, the city glittering behind us, the late afternoon sun creating a halo around everything.
Raising my stare to his, I answer his question, “I’m showing you what our marriage can be like.”The Boston wind catches my hair, and for a moment, I’m completely vulnerable to him, completely open.No armor.No walls.“I’m choosing you, Shelby,” I say, my voice steady despite the way my heart is thundering in my chest.“I’m choosing us.Not because it’s safe, smart, or sound.But because real is worth the risk.”
He stares down at me for an endless heartbeat until his resistance shatters.It’s written across his face in the loosening of his jaw, the softening of those blue eyes that have been so carefully guarded.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
I reach up and wrap my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.His head falls back, exposing the strong line of his throat, and I lean forward to taste him, pressing my lips to the spot where his pulse throbs beneath his skin.
“Serena.”My name is a prayer and a curse in his mouth.
I take him into my mouth, and the groan that escapes him echoes across the terrace.His fingers thread through my hair, not forcing but guiding, giving me control while still maintaining a connection between us that’s rapidly becoming as necessary as breathing to me.
I bob my head, working him, his heady scent filling my nostrils.I lick and suck his erection, delighted with his exquisite, salty taste.His moans fuel the pleasure coiling deep inside me.I ignore my need, focusing on Shelby’s ecstasy for now.I glance up to find he’s shut his eyes, an expression of abandonment, pleasure, and need marking his gorgeous features.
When the mushroom head of his cock nudges the back of my throat, I relax it, allowing him to slide down.I breathe through my nose, controlling the gag reflex, as his throbbing cock vibrates inside me.
“I can’t,” he groans, his hips trying to pull away from my fingers.“You’re going to make me come.”
“Uh-huh,” I murmur around him.He shudders, and I grin.I allow him to withdraw because I need to talk, to make him understand my reasons.“I want to taste you.For years, I’ve fantasized about you, about us.”
His eyebrows meet as the corners of his lips lift.He stifles the smile, but not the wicked glint in his blue eyes.“You did?”
I ignore the bait.Splaying a hand over his taut abdomen, I relish the way his muscles ripple under my fingers.“Let me have this, and I’ll give you total control over me tonight.You can fuck me however you want to.”
He snickers, “Why does this deal sound like a win-win for you only?”
“I’m sure your dirty imagination will show you the advantage for you in this scenario,” I fire back with a wink.
Shelby’s hand cups my cheek, and his thumb smoothes my lower lip.His blue eyes turn dark as a starless night, and his low, rambling laughter connects with my pulsing sex.“Oh, pet.You’ve no idea how twisted my cravings are.Just remember later that you asked for it.”
“Yes, sir,” I promise, bowing my head.
I slip into the submissive role he’s assigning me with ease and a generous dose of relief.Submitting to Shelby Boyle has been one of my most enduring fantasies.
His fingers lift my chin.All playfulness gone from his expression, his stare grounds me in the moment.“Finish what you’ve started, pet.I’ve got plans for you.”
Shelby moves his hands to my hair, grabbing at it just tight enough to keep me where he wants me.I open my mouth so he can slide back in easily.With a few powerful thrusts, he unloads down my throat.I gulp as I swallow every drop of his pleasure, the orgasm I gifted him.
When I finish, he pulls me up against his heaving chest, his hands framing my face as he holds my stare.His slick cock is straining between us, evidence of the need that’s building again in him.
“You’ve fantasized about me,álainn?” The rawness in his voice matches the vulnerability in his expression.The term of endearment is an intentional signal, a way to let me know that he’s stepped out of the role of Dom for now.
I owe him the truth.“I did.I’ve had a huge crush on you for as long as I can remember.”
He sears my lips with a hot, quick kiss that leaves us both breathless.
Shelby murmurs against my mouth, “You say stuff like this, and you rattle the cage of the beast inside me.The one I’ve been trying to tame whenever I’m around you, woman.”He runs his nose up my neck, taking a deep inhale and turning my knees into jelly.“And I’ve been doing a lousy job at that, to be honest.”
It takes every ounce of willpower in me to pull away from his heat so that I can scan his expression.“What are you trying to say, Shelby Boyle?”
His cheeks turn a telling shade of pink before he confesses, “I guess I’m saying that I’ve felt the same way about you, Serena.I was so fucking jealous when you dated Mr.Useless Jerk in college.”
I chuckle at the colorful nickname Shelby had for my college boyfriend.It’s more telling than he needs to know, so I shut up and listen.
