Words don’t escape my lips, especially when his knuckles outline my pelvic bone.
“Hmm, so many options of how to make you come.” My body curves into his touch, seeking more. “I should make you wait, it will make your orgasm better.” His fingers move to my nipples, and he twists both while my hands work his buckle that he finally lets me handle. “Is there any part of your body that isn’t gorgeous?”
I’m on fire, the sensitivity of my nipples sending a tight coil straight to my pussy.
“Please.” The breathy plea escapes me.
Declan smirks, leans down, and captures one nipple into his mouth to suck and toy between his teeth.
“I like when you beg. You’ll do that a lot tonight,” he says against my skin.
I nod like a wanton woman overcome with desire.
He removes his pants and boxer briefs, and his cock stands at full attention. I enjoy watching him prepare himself to take me, with his hand gripping his cock for a few strokes while he grabs a condom from his wallet.
“But begging waits. This round we do quick; next round, not a fucking chance,” he grits out while he slides the condom on.
Without any grace, he hooks under my knees to spread me out. “You’re going to wrap these legs around me while I take you deep and hard. I know you can handle it.” He slides his cock between my arousal and circles my clit, dragging his tip down to goad me, and I whimper in agony because I’m impatient and aching for him to be inside of me. I do my best to move under him to bring him within me. “Someone is needy for my cock. Want me to slide right into you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, as I’m about to lose my patience.
He enters me, just the tip and retreats right back out. “Vi, you feel tight and so damn ready.” He slides his cock back in and unapologetically thrusts deeper inside of me.
We grunt and moan together from the impact of his movement, and it only intensifies as he keeps his promise.
Fast. Hard. Mind-blowing.
* * *
Not even a minuteafter collapsing from our orgasm, room service arrived. We had perfect timing, and I disappeared into the bathroom, as I was naked and wanted to clean up. Now, I wrap the terrycloth robe around my body and exit the bathroom to find we’re alone, with dinner now set on the table.
I take an extra moment to admire how Declan looks like a man who threw his clothes on, with his hair slightly ruffled, but he wears the just-fucked look well.
He walks to me and runs his fingers into my hair. “Eat quick. We have round two to get to.” His voice is gruff and laced with a sweltering request.
“Trust me, you will want to savor every bite of those nachos.” I tow him along by gently holding the tips of his fingers.
We find ourselves, again, at a table with food. Dining out in public isn’t really an option considering our dynamic, and to be honest, after what just went down, I’m not sure I would want everyone in public to see my glow. We both seem too obvious.
“Okay, you’re right. The cheese is melted just right on this,” he tells me mid-bite.
“How was the rink today?” I grab a chip.
He looks up at me and rolls his tongue along his inner cheek. “It was actually fun. Kids aren’t afraid to be blunt, but it’s kind of nice to see a bunch of little eyes staring at you like you can do no wrong.”
“Maybe you picked the wrong career path and coaching kids is really your calling.”
He chortles a laugh. “Nah, I don’t have the energy for that. I need a little more… power struggle on the ice.”
My face must turn cherry red because of his words; the only thing that my brain seems to connect is an obvious parallel. “You like power, huh.” It’s most definitely more of an observation than a question.
Declan narrows his gaze on me until it feels like a piercing sword, and that damn droll smirk returns. “It’s a good thing to have. Something you care to share?”
“Well…” I steeple my hands on the table and sit straight, as if I’m behind a desk. “You felt the need to own a team, and if I recall that night, someone was leading, and it wasn’t me. No complaints.” I smile shyly and avoid looking at him, but I can’t control it, and my smile stretches and stretches until I nearly laugh.
“Okay, someone has another idea in their dirty little mind.” He’s amused.
Clearing my throat, I know I will spit it out even though I shouldn’t. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had a dominant/submissive relationship with someone.”
