“Can I... ? Can we try? If you hate it, I’ll stop.”
Nicholas swallowed. The silence stretched between them. She didn’t push or prod, merely sat on his legs and waited.
That patient, calm waiting was what convinced him. Livvy wouldn’t get mad or sad or make him feel like less of a man if he demanded they stop. “Yes.”
Her hand left him, and she gathered her hair up high on her head, securing it with a ponytail holder on her wrist. His body went taut with expectation beneath her, and her lips curved in a knowing smile. “You couldn’t not get hard when I was putting my hair up, could you?”
Going down on him had been the only time,save when she was working out, that Livvy had ever put her hair in a ponytail. It had gotten to the point that he damn well couldn’t see her jaunty little hairstyle without wanting to see her on her knees. “You always had one of those elastics on your wrist.”
“I always will. Sometimes tying my hair up is the only task I can accomplish in a day,” she joked. Or at least, he thought it was a joke.
She shifted, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, and slid down until she was between his thighs. He wanted to close his eyes from the potent picture she made, her body tight and toned, dressed in black leather pants—where did one even find black leather pants?—and a long-sleeved, low-cut gauzy top. Her fingers danced over his fly, unbuttoning the placket, letting his cock jut out. Her cool hand wrapped around it, stroking the hot flesh. He groaned and tipped his head back.
Her fingers ghosted over his hipbones. “Do you know my favorite part of your body?” she mused, with a dreamy air.
“Are you holding it?”
“No, baby.” Before he could recover from the casual endearment, she traced her free hand over the indentations at his groin. “I never know what to call these dips right here. One of my friends said they were come gutters.”
He huffed out a laugh, as always amused and mildly scandalized by her ribaldry.
She stroked over the second dip, her expression absorbed. “I think the proper name is Apollo’sgirdle. I like hip-dip sexy things. What do you think?”
Think? How could he think when her mouth was level with his cock? “I don’t care.”
“You have good ones, whatever they are,” she breathed, and ran her tongue over the dips in question. “I approve.”
He tightened his hands on the seat’s armrests. “Fuck.”
“Ask me.”
There was a steely command in her voice. He stood poised on some precipice, one where he handed her all the power, where she turned his ordered world into chaos, and he couldn’t stop.
“Suck my dick,” he said, his voice guttural.
Those red-slicked lips grinned, and she rubbed her cheek affectionately over the bulge of his cock. “Whatever you want, sir.”
She licked the underside, tracing the vein. “I like doing this too,” she whispered, her breath a puff of air on his cock head. “I’d always get so wet when I sucked your cock, remember?”
God, he did remember. Nothing had felt better than sinking his fingers inside her after she’d gotten off her knees. Knowing his pleasure had gotten her excited had been its own form of arousal. “Livvy.”
She traced the tip of his cock over her lips, leaving them shiny.Shiny with him.“Do you feel out of control yet? Helpless?”
“Yes.”
“Is it so terrible?”
“It’s... unusual.”
“I’ll let you have some power.” She pressed dainty, tiny kisses down the shaft. “Pull my hair.”
He exhaled. “Are you sure?”
“You know I like it rough.”
“I don’t want to feel like I’m using you again.”
“Maybe I want to be used.” Her dark eyes flicked up at him. “Maybe I get off on that.”
