“Wanton.”
“Is that a problem?” I tipped my head to the side, knowing his answer to the question before I finished asking it.
“Absolutely not.” He closed the distance between us, pausing long enough to draw my nipple into his mouth before stretchingout between my legs, his breath warm against my slick sex. “Wanton is my favorite flavor.”
When Elena texted that she wanted to play around with power dynamics and dominance, I agreed because why the fuck not? Sex with her under any condition was a phenomenal idea, but I hadn’t expected to love the power play as much as I did. Gripping her silky brown hair and putting her on her knees worked for me. Not because I wanted to humiliate her. I had absolutely no interest in that. It was more that it tapped into a part of my primitive brain I almost never got to use. The conquering Viking bit.
I loved the way she sucked my cock—like it was her favorite thing in the world and not something she did just for me—but I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to come inside her. It was the only thing that stopped me from losing myself in her mouth, and I’d barely managed to avoid that when she swallowed and squeezed my cock with her throat.
It also seemed to go against the rules we’d set for this time. She wanted to be dominated, which could mean I’d take my pleasure first. But in this case, it felt like she was trying to drive me over the edge—topping from the bottom—without being vulnerable herself. I’d read about that when I was researching for our time together. That didn’t fit what she said she wanted. Forcing her to have an orgasm or two with my mouth before I fucked her felt more in keeping with the rules we’d set. Plus,it gave me a chance to have her squirming under my mouth, which, next to fucking her, had become my favorite thing to do.
I gazed down at her for a moment, spread out for me like a feast. Her skin flushed with arousal and her cunt practically dripped for me. There was that Viking feeling again, that bit of conquering euphoria I didn’t completely understand but loved. But her eyes were still sharp, staring up at me. When Elena got close to coming, her hazel eyes went kind of soft and glassy. I loved it. I’d developed an almost Pavlovian response to it, because when she came, I usually followed shortly after.
I needed to take her over the edge so I could join her. Sliding my hands underneath her, I cupped her ass, which let me tip her hips exactly the way I wanted. I heard her sigh and felt her shoulders settle deeper into the cushions.
I knew from our previous times that if I teased her, grazing her clit without touching it directly, eventually she’d grab hold of my hair and try to steer. As tempting as it was to torment her, forcing her to come felt more in keeping with the parameters we’d set. I kissed her sex, open-mouthed, before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. No warmup, just straight to the same kind of attention she’d paid my cock. Her breath caught; her body went tight. When I stroked my tongue over her rigid clit, her hands gripped my head. Not to move me—more to hold on. I could make that work.
Keeping up the pressure on her clit with my mouth, I pulled one hand from underneath her and pressed two fingers to her opening. Sucking gently on her clit, my tongue adding to the pressure, I curved my fingers inside her, stroking until I found the spot that was burned into my brain. The one that made her crazy. Her hips bucked, either to evade the onslaught of my mouth or to get closer. Only one of those options was acceptable. Not bothering to remove my fingers from her tight cunt, I pulledback just enough to look up the length of her body and meet her gaze—glassy-eyed this time. Perfect.
“Don’t move, beautiful, or I won’t have any choice but to tie you up. Understand?” Her fingers moved reflexively in my hair, and I didn’t need her to tell me the idea excited her. And even though her body screamed yes, I’d still make her say it out loud—or at least text it—before we traveled down that road. “What do you say?” I pressed when she didn’t respond.
Her throat muscles moved when she swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
I fucking loved that she added the sir. It meant I didn’t have to guess. I knew I was doing it right—giving her what she’d asked me for. I went back to working her clit with my mouth, keeping up a relentless pace, never deviating from the swollen bundle of nerves. I knew too much of a good thing could be exactly that—too much—but in this case, that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted to drive her over the edge without giving her a chance to stomp on the brakes. I wanted to dominate her the way she’d asked for and force her to take the pleasure I gave her. Force her to come under my mouth and fingers.
Her breathing shifted, catching and holding in a way that made it clear she was close. Every gasp, every tightening of her muscles felt like it was linked directly to my aching cock. I loved the effect she had on me. Loved that I could almost get off just by getting her off. Connections were sometimes hard for me. The only thing hard about being with Elena was my cock.
“Fuck. That’s it.”
Her body tightened around me, and I held onto her, not letting up or letting her move away. My focus locked on the way her hips moved almost reflexively, to the tightening of her hand in my hair. Her breath came in gasps as her body shuddered, but I gripped her hip and kept going, needing to see how far I could push her.
“I can’t. Please. Too much. Fuck.”
She kept up a steady stream of words as I fucked her with my hand and my mouth, watching for any sign she might really want to stop. That was the most difficult thing—ignoring her words—but we’d come up with a safe word a while back. If she saidpostmodern, I’d stop; anything up to that point was fair game.
“Oh God. Jake. Again. I’m coming again.”
The sound of my name on her lips always gave me a special thrill. She only let it slip when things got to be too much for her, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. I kept going until she pulsed around my fingers, wringing every little last bit of pleasure.
Pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh, I felt her tremble against my mouth. She grasped at me, urging me up her body, and this time I hurried to comply. Now that she’d come, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to sink balls deep into her tight, wet heat. I grabbed a condom I’d stashed earlier. I couldn’t wait a moment longer to lose myself in her body and find my own release.
Notching my cock at her entrance, I paused just long enough to meet her gaze before I pressed into her, sheathing myself in her slick pussy. Her eyelids fluttered and her breath went out in a low throaty moan. I tried to slow down, but there was no way to make this last. She felt so fucking good, soft, pliant and ready for me. I could work through every algorithm I knew in my head, and it wouldn’t be enough to hold off the climax I felt starting at my spine, tightening my balls. I ached for her. Ached to empty myself deep inside her, to lose myself in the feel of the warm, willing woman in my arms.
“Fuck, Jake. Your cock feels so fucking good. Just like that. Don’t hold back.”
I had no doubt Elena could play the part of proper lady in any situation she found herself in, but get her naked and turned on and she had the most deliciously filthy mouth. She dug herfingers into my ass, pulling me tight against her, urging me on with her hands and her words. It wasn’t necessary. I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to—part of me did. I wasn’t ready to be done fucking her. Her nails scored my skin, and her breath caught and held the way it did before she came. I fought to maintain my pace long enough to get her there one more time.
When her cunt tightened around me, pulsing with the force of her climax, I lost the last shred of my control. Balls drawn tight, I emptied into her, surrendering to the feel of her body milking every inch of my cock. I didn’t stand a chance with this woman. The funny thing—at least to me, the man who never let go—was that with her I didn’t want to hold back. I felt comfortable enough with Elena to relax, if only for the few hours we were together with our carefully negotiated rules.
I pulled her into my arms and nuzzled the side of her neck, breathing in the sun warmed rose scent of her while my heartbeat gradually returned to normal. She squirmed, dislodging me so she could wriggle out from underneath me.
“Let me up before we get sex schmutz on the sofa.” She pressed an almost absent-minded kiss to the top of my hair on her way to the bathroom. “What happened to the hand towels I sent over?” She came back carrying one of the bar cloths I’d stuck in the bathroom after I’d used the hand towel to open a bottle of ink and stained it beyond saving.
Not that I intended to tell her that. I appreciated the little things Elena did to make my world run smoother. Her seeing the holes in my domestic routine and fixing them was a phenomenal side effect of having sex at my place. I loved that; I was less interested in justifying myself when things didn’t go the way she’d designed. Playing with power dynamics was sexy. Explaining my shortcomings or the things most people saw as shortcomings wasn’t.
“Probably in the wash.” I ditched the condom and cleaned up while I watched her get dressed. Watching Elena put on her clothes was almost as much fun as watching her take them off—almost. It felt a little like watching a gladiator don his armor.
She shook her head as if she wasn’t sure she bought my excuse, but she didn’t challenge it. Crossing back to the sofa, she leaned in for a kiss.
