Her face falls. “But what if Hedon is too risky for us to be seen together… I can’t put you at risk, Hayes.”
“We’ll wear masks.”
Keeping her all to myself and hidden away from the world suits me just fine, at least in the short-term until I figure shit out. But the idea of taking her to Hedon and helping her explore this side of herself is too much to ignore. Of course, we don’t need a sex club to explore her hedonistic desires, but it definitely adds a unique flavor to it.
“No one will know it’s you,” I reassure.
She nods, but still looks fearful. I don’t want her worried, so I distract her. “We already know that you like me coming all over you.”
Her nostrils flare. “You really are a walking red flag, Hayes, since you admitted to breaking into my hotel and—”
I nip her lip. “All you see is green, though, isn’t it, siren?”
She groans and closes her eyes, then nods. “I’m so fucked.”
“You’re definitely are.”
I roll us so she’s beneath me again, and I’m notched at her entrance. I desperately want to sink into her bare, but I keep control and don’t even ask her to consider it right now. We need to have that conversation when we’re both lust-sober.
Instead, I broach a new topic for her to consider if she’s into it or wants to try. “Free use,” I ask and wait for her reaction. Ihad already mentioned it in the kitchen, but we both had been distracted.
Her cheeks turn that beautiful pink again, and she says, almost shyly, “It’s one kink that I’ve researched online.”
Fuck yes.
I haven’t actually done this with anyone, but with Leeva, I desperately want to.
“So”—I cock an eyebrow—“since you know what it is, you understand it’s where one partner has unrestricted sexual access to the other with consent being given in advance. Who do you envision being the partner who has unrestricted sexual access?”
She giggles, blushing deeply, and my heart goes wild. For years, it’s felt like a lump inside my chest, but now it’s fucking singing. “You, obviously. Unless…” She gets an impish gleam in her eyes. “You secretly have a fetish of being dominated or to be my fucktoy.”
“Oh, I’ll be your fucktoy, siren.” My cock pulses and throbs. However, I don’t have any condoms up here, and I’m not willing to leave her to get one from my jeans downstairs. “But that snarky comment earned you a punishment.”
Her beautiful amber eyes are bright. “What do you have in mind?”
“Oral.”
It was fucking heaven when I ate her out before.
“I don’t see how that’s a punishment,” she taunts.
I crawl up her body, slow and lethal, like a wolf stalking its prey right before it attacks. Straddling her chest, I fist my cock, angling it for her, and with my other hand, I cup the back of her head and bring her mouth to my dick.
She’s wholly and completely at my mercy. I’m larger and stronger, not to mention I’m pinning her to the mattress and controlling her head. But she doesn’t safe-word or even look concerned.
She opens her mouth, and I press into her, staring in fascination as the reality of her full, pouty lips wrapping around my cock is so much better than the fantasy. So much fucking better.
I groan and buck into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and she gags beautifully. So, I do it again.
I stare down at her while she stares up at me, our eyes locked, neither of us willing or able to look away as I take my pleasure using her mouth. Her saliva runs down my balls as she gags again when I force my length further down into her throat. But she doesn’t struggle or try to pull away; she’s digging her nails into my ass, keeping me lodged inside her mouth.
The fact that she’s just as into this as me, and that she trusts me to explore this side of her, makes me dizzy, and my balls pull tight. Love—intense and complete—fills me and heals the broken parts of my soul that had been fading and dying since I lost her; not just since the day she ran, but before that when she had come back to the clubhouse with Guerilla’s mark tattooed on her neck.
“I love you, Leeva.”
Her love for me shines in her lust-drunk eyes, and my orgasm side tackles me out of nowhere. My cock contracts and pulses as I come down her throat, remembering at the last second how much we both love her covered in my cum. I pull out of her mouth as she gasps for breath, then moans, deep and needy, as I spurt the last of my cum onto her chin and neck.
“Good fucking girl,” I growl. Then descend like a madman to attack her pussy.
