CHAPTER 7
Maverick
Hero.
Right now, I was anything but that. I’d call myself a hungry man who refused to take no for an answer. She’d awakened something that had no intention of being put to bed.
Unless it was with Alexia writhing underneath me.
The show continued until I was at my breaking point.
“Take them off,” I told her, my cock aching to the point of pain.
She smiled as if reading my thoughts. Either that or she sensed how much agony I was suffering in keeping my hands off her and my dick free of her tight pussy.
“What if I don’t?”
“I don’t really think you want to find out. Do you?” It had also been a lifetime since I’d had the need to play any sort of sensual game. Another freeing moment.
She lifted her head in defiance as she slipped her fingers under the thin lace, pulling them over her hips then shimmying them to the floor. As soon as she kicked out of them, I sensed a coat of armor falling, revealing her increasing desire. I could also tell she was eagerly awaiting my next command.
“Crawl to me.”
After another split second of hesitation, she slowly eased to the floor, taking a few seconds before planting her hands on the carpet. Every move catlike, she tossed her head from side to side, even scratching at the rug fibers.
“Don’t make me wait too long.” While she was still toying with me, I grabbed the last of my scotch. Perhaps I was wetting my thirst, eager for her sweet nectar.
I could lose myself with her, which was something neither one of us needed. When she was only a few inches away, she stopped, waiting as if for me to tell her what to do.
She certainly knew how to drive a man wild.
“Come here.” I offered further encouragement by beckoning her with a single finger.
I’d be damned if she didn’t take her time. By the point she was close, I almost reached out and dragged her the rest of the way. That wouldn’t be very nice of me.
The second she crawled between my legs, I closed my eyes, pressing my hand against her head and guiding her face to my thigh. Few would understand how close I felt to her or how calming it was to have utter control of someone in this way. There were no words needed, no actions required, justan understanding passing between us. A moment of power exchange and trust.
And it was very powerful, more so than any other act.
She relaxed further, her breathing even. When I finally lifted her head, her eyes were dilated from the same lust close to overpowering me.
“Suck me.” The deepness of my voice was surprising, not the need. I wanted her wet mouth wrapped around my shaft, deep throating her till my cum coated her throat.
Alexia shifted, running her fingers along the insides of my legs. I kept a single finger under her chin, forcing her to keep her large eyes locked on mine. As she rolled her hands across my cock, a growl erupted from deep in my chest. If I wasn’t careful, I’d lose all control with her, fucking her like some crazed animal.
She slowly crawled her fingers to my belt, taking her time to unbuckle it. She was doing so on purpose, her way of attempting to maintain some control of her own. When she finally tugged the thick leather free, a part of me knew I’d use it on her, marking her bottom. It wouldn’t be about punishment as she’d yet to disobey me, but about marking her as mine. The thought was exhilarating.
As she slowly unzipped my jeans, she licked her lips in such a provocative way I was certain she’d been planning this.
A subtle but powerful laugh slipped past her lips. “This is nothing like I thought would happen.” She peeled away the dense material, blowing across the tender skin above my groin.
“What did you think I’d do after you flirted with me so egregiously?”
“I didn’t flirt with you.” Chuckling, she lifted her head. “Not intentionally.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
When she finally freed my shaft, the air sending tickling sensations all the way to my balls, I fisted her hair at the scalp. She tugged the material past my hips, freeing my balls. The way she blew across my cockhead created an explosion of heat, the seductive action forcing another husky growl.
