The alarm in my head is screamingDanger!as my cock grows hard beneath her. I have always said I love a woman who can boss me around—though it’s never happened in the bedroom before. And I don’t have the best track record of saying no to temptation.
“Yes.”
Felicity’s resulting smile could bring even the most honorable man to his knees.
I’m definitely in danger.
16
Felicity
What am I doing what am I doing what am I doing what am I doing?
I might look like I know what I’m doing right now, but it’s all a facade. I don’treallyknow what I’m doing—I just know I need something. A distraction. And Cupid’s right here, and he’s so sweet and handsome and attentive. After remembering distinctly what it felt like to be ignored, to be nothing more than a blip on someone’s radar—in someone’s life—after they made themselves the center of mine, I’m wantonly craving attention.
I want to let go, but Ineedto feel wanted. And Cupid offered to fill that void.
Is it a good idea? Probably not.
Am I out of my depth? Definitely so.
But am I also insanely turned on and horny for this guy who makes me feel so comfortable in his presence?
God,yes.
I’m happy I have an excuse, in the form of an arrow, to fall back on when I remember this a few days from now. I will tell myself it wasn’t because I might actually be attracted to Cupid, that Imight actuallylikelikehim. No, not me. It was the arrow that did it. Case closed!
So under those false pretenses, I am giving in to every temptation I’ve had since last night—since the night we met, if I’m being entirely truthful.
See, there aren’t many things I can commend Bryan for, but I did learn one very important lesson from being with him: If I want something, I need to speak up for it.
Right now, I want Cupid. And I want control.
Forget all the other stuff—I’m getting what I want.
I untangle myself from Cupid, hop off the bed, and take a deep breath.I can do this. I’ve alwayswantedto do this.
I haven’t had many sexual partners in my lifetime. The ones I have had never took an interest in my pleasure, not really. Sure, they would pretend at it. Do all the thingstheythought I should want without checking if it was what I actually wanted. Bryan was the worst of them, but for him, I gave infinite chances.
Bryan was the kind of guy who always wanted to be in charge, which meant I was always supposed to submit—even in the bedroom. Especially in the bedroom. I learned early on that I didn’t enjoy being submissive in that way. There was an unexplored side of me that wanted to be the dominant one for once, just to see…
I could never get Bryan to agree. He’d laugh and tell me it’s cute that I wanted to try new things in the bedroom, but I should leave it up to him to initiate. He was more experienced, after all, and he knew what Ireallywanted.
Bryan never did understand that being older didn’t mean being better in bed.
I will myself to move, get into position. Now I’m standingat the foot of the bed. Here, Cupid is framed perfectly by the plush bedding, the ornate headboard. He looks hot as hell as he sits in the center waiting for my instructions.
“Take off your clothes,” I say, voice slightly shaky as I try to embody a Felicity who demands what she wants.
With slow, steady hands, Cupid begins to disrobe without breaking eye contact. His jacket first, which he tosses to the ground. Then his shirt—thrown aside. Now the belt. Pants next. He lifts his hips and slips out of the stiff denim. The room resonant with the sound of fabric rustling and our steady breaths. Underneath those clothes—his armor, he called it—is a lean, tan body. He’s not quite lanky, not quite bulky, but strong nonetheless. He gives the impression of being coiled tight like a spring—that at any moment he could uncoil.
I swallow when he pauses, hands hovering over the elastic of his boxers in a question.Keep going?
I nod yes.
Cupid tucks his thumbs into the fabric and bares himself to me, cock already half-hard. He rests his hands behind his head, waiting for my direction.
A heat builds in my lower belly as I watch.
