Crave Me Page 11
“So I take it you were doing some Sunday afternoon shopping, then? Why else would you be downtown?”
His hands pressed against the countertop, spread farther apart than his shoulders. “Anyone ever tell you you’re too curious for your own good?”
I popped a scallop into my mouth. “Only my dad.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, the hint of a smile on his lips. “I remember that well.”
The reminder he knew me, knew my family, wiped the smile off my face. I took another sip of wine and pointed toward the fridge. “There’s drinks and beer in there if you want anything.” Since he’d done it anyway, I added, “Make yourself at home.”
Figuring I wouldn’t get the answers I was seeking, I tucked into my dinner, content to eat delicious food I would have been too lazy to cook for myself, and not doing it alone.
I had almost finished my pad thai and was reaching for a beef dish when he asked, “How are your parents doing? Anything new with them?”
I couldn’t mask my surprise. “They’re, um, fine.”
I scooped up the beef and settled back in my chair. My parents, Mark and Connie, were some of the best people I’d ever known. The captain of a firehouse in Grand Rapids and long-time stay at home mom, I bumped heads with them frequently but they’d never been less than supportive of me. “Your mom? She seemed well when I saw her last.”
A blush burned my cheeks as I remembered the night of the masquerade ball.
“She is well. Spending the next couple of months traveling around the Mediterranean with some bridge friends of hers.”
My lips tipped up. Grace Delgado was everything her name implied. Dignified and gracious, stylish and secure. Grief lingered in her eyes when I would sometimes catch her drifting off in thought when she had accompanied Simon to family dinners around the holidays, but she’d blink them away quickly, smile, and rejoin the conversation with laughter that never quite reached her eyes.
I’d always wanted that kind of love she clearly held for so long before Simon’s dad passed away.
The realization I would never have that with the man next to me crashed down onto my shoulders.
“Why are you here, Simon?” I picked at a piece of broccoli with my fork.
My stool jolted, his foot pushing on a rung.
Conflict tightened his jaw and edges of his eyes. “I was in the neighborhood.”
Liar. Before I could call him on it, he set down his own silverware and took a healthy drink from his beer.
“What if I told you, it’s because I couldn’t stop thinking about you?”
Chapter Fourteen
Simon
I should have kept my mouth shut. In retrospect, I never should have stopped by. The only thing that was going to give Chloe and me a clean break when this was done was by carefully following the rules I’d set forth. I was playing with her, toying with the emotions she held for me. It should have made me feel like an asshole.
Instead, all I could think about was throwing her down on her bed and shoving my cock deep inside her throat.
Her lips parted when I spoke and her eyes flashed in another jolt of surprise like when she’d first opened the door for me. Dressed in plaid flannel, her hair a mess on the top of her head and without any makeup, she appeared years younger than she was.
It also made her appear smaller, even more vulnerable. Breakable.
My dick swelled, pressed against my pants.
“Would it be the truth?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Why would I lie to you?”
“Because you’re not answering my questions with anything but lies and more questions.”
Her shoulders pulled back as she called me out. As my sub, I had the urge to discipline her for questioning me. As Chloe, I imagined wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and kissing away her fears.
I scooted forward and placed my hands on the edges of her stool. I pulled her toward me. One firm, quick tug and she was between my thighs.
“I live in walking distance to the school but I drive my car. I’ve thought about the taste and the feel of your cunt since you left the hotel before I wanted to be done with you, and I’m here because I want more of you and didn’t want to wait another fucking week.” I reached out and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, dropping my hand to her neck and holding her firmly. “Is that honest enough for you?”
My heart pounded against my chest while her eyes scanned my face, dropped to my chest and to my crotch where she could see the bulge of my hard dick.
She changed directions, slowly bringing her gaze back to mine until our eyes locked. A teasing grin I wanted to kiss off her stretched her lips. “Mark and Connie are fine. Dad’s planning on retiring soon because my mom has been bitching he’s too damn old to continue traipsing into burning buildings and escaping without injuries. She’s on both me and Cassie’s cases for the last several months to hurry the hell up and give her some grandbabies to hold.” She lifted a finger and pointed. “Her words not mine, because neither of us are in any big hurry, so don’t freak out. And I, too, have thought about you all weekend, forced myself to not get myself off like you told me I couldn’t, and if you want to play with me, I’m all yours. But I want to play, too.” Her hand dropped to my thigh, inched closer to where my dick was pressing against my athletic pants.
Tease.
I yanked her toward me and my lips hit hers before I realized this was the first time I’d kissed her. Months ago didn’t count since I didn’t know it was her at the time. This was entirely different, fueled by lust and frustration, and I was realizing I was completely falling for this woman I could never have.
She met me head on, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue against mine. She wasn’t submissive. She didn’t wait. I wanted her naked and her ass bare so I could spank her for trying to take control. At the same time, her confidence only fueled the blood raging through my veins.
I flexed my fingers against her neck, getting her attention and with my other hand, whipped my glasses off and onto the counter. I tilted her head and kissed her deeper, tasting the cavern of her mouth while holding her still.
My kiss was bruising, unrelenting, claiming in her a way I never intended to make permanent. Screw it.
I’d find a way to make her mine. To get over the chasm of shit we’d have to deal with. I’d keep her a secret if I had to, but after one taste of Chloe’s sweet mouth, swallowing her whimpers, which went straight to my balls, I already knew I wouldn’t let her go.
Not in four weeks. Not in twenty. Maybe not ever.
And holy shit. Where had my mind gone? One taste of her, succulent as it was, and I was planning forever? I jerked back and stared at her.
She fell forward from my sudden movement, her hands landed on my chest as I scooted back.
“Simon? What is it?”
The air around us burned and swirled like we’d set the place on fire. Sweat dripped down my spine as I stared at her, gasping for the thread of my sanity. This was a mistake. All of it.
But I didn’t care if I burned in hell for ruining another Reynolds. I was having her.
“I want you naked, on the floor by the bed and on your knees so you can suck my cock until I come down your throat.”
God, was I still panting? I was. What was she doing to me?
She jumped off her stool, her fingers brushing the taste of me off her lips and winked. “Well, then, if that’s all you wanted, all you had to do was ask.”
I shifted so she could escape from where I’d caged her in with my thighs and turned, my eyes on the sway of her flannel covered hips as she sauntered over to her bedroom, pushed the frosted glass door open, and disappeared behind it.
“Holy shit,” I muttered to myself, wiping a hand down my face.
I stoo
d and grabbed my beer, taking another hefty swallow before I slammed it back down onto the counter.
Screw it.
Permanent decisions didn’t have to be made tonight. I’d take what I wanted from my sub, teach her a Dom could change the rules if he wanted, and do with her what I’d wanted to do since the first time she was naked in front of me.
“Good girl, Little Bird,” I muttered as I entered her room. My focus and self-control pulled tight.
She’d flung her pajamas against the far wall, dropped to her knees right by her bed, and spread her legs so I could see her pussy.
Beautiful. Fragile like crystal with a resolve of diamonds. Chloe might have been small in stature, but in everything else she was mighty.
I kicked off my running shoes and socks and closed the space between us in three quick strides.
She didn’t lift her head when I stepped in front of her, and for the second time in a row, her obedience stunned me. Her submission seemed deeply ingrained and desired inside of her.
“Remove my pants and take out my dick,” I ordered, my hand resting on top of her head. She rose off her heels to reach my hips, and as her slim fingers curled into my waistband, I fought back the urge to dump my load right there.
Her fingers, small and soft like silk, skated around the edge of the band, teasing me, dipping down beneath my pants to touch me, to explore.
“I wanted to play too, sir,” she whispered. Her eyes flickered to me. There wasn’t a question in them, but a burning need to have her hands on me, something I’d wholly denied her before.
I cracked, just a bit. She wanted to play and I wanted her hands all over me, memorizing and knowing every inch of me. “I’m not asking, I’m ordering you to hurry.”
As if she caught the strain in my voice, she pressed her lips together and returned to her task.
I stood still, knees locked, my cock aching for the wet warmth of her mouth. She drifted her fingertips over my hipbones, up the curve of my stomach, along the ridge down the center of my abs, to the hair trailing beneath my pants.
I gave her time. Minutes, not nearly as much as she wanted, but her glazed expression, the lust darkening her eyes every time she grazed my skin left my cock demanding the attention it was due.
“Now, Chloe.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her hands went to my pants and she pushed them down, the slick lining of my pants cooling my legs as they fell to my feet. I stepped out of them, wrapped my hand around my dick and offered it to her like a gift.
Her tongue darted out and wetted her lips. A rosy hue seared the curve of her cheekbones. She glanced at me through her lashes, dark and curved. “Can I still touch you?”
I nodded once. “Until I decide you’re done and I fuck your mouth.” She shivered at my warning and my fingers dug into her scalp. “It shocks me how much you like it when I talk dirty to you.”
“Is it bad?”
I had the answer on the tip of my tongue. But she wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroked it once, and all communicable thought fled my brain. I was a pretty smart guy—straight A’s in college even while I was playing hockey until I injured my knee. I paid attention to the news, researched charities where I could donate my time and money. Hell, I sat on the board of the heart association charity where I’d last seen Chloe. I wasn’t an idiot.
But a woman’s lips wrapped around the head of my cock? I lost all intelligence. Chloe’s mouth was better than most. I was big. Thick. So large I’d have to be gentle with her when I did take over. She struggled, wet my dick with her saliva and left one small hand wrapped around my base. Her fingers and thumb barely touched and her mouth didn’t look like it could stretch further. I stayed still, let her play. Let her rock herself back and forth, glide up and down my dick while she also worked me with her other hand.
“Touch yourself,” I grunted. I needed her close. Wanted her coming when I shot my seed down her throat. “Run your fingers through your pussy, Chloe.”
She moaned, the vibrations shooting a flame of need down my dick, and I took over.
I pressed the sides of her head and stopped her from taking me deeper. Her eyes widened, whipped up to meet my steely gaze.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to fuck yourself. Understand?”
Another vibration around my dick as she replied and my lip curled. Damn it. Sexy as sin and ornery as the devil.
I waited until she dropped her hand from my dick to her center. She spread her thighs further apart, which forced her to fall back on her heels. The move tilted her head back and, exposed her throat, ready for me.
“Good job,” I bit out, and went further into her mouth. Her eyes shot open again as I hit the back of her throat and pulled back. “Touch yourself,” I reminded her, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks. “Breathe through your nose, relax your throat. You can take all of me, I know it.”
She froze for a moment, fear flashing in her pretty eyes. I waited another moment until she relaxed. “Trust me?”
She nodded minutely, the only movement I allowed her to make before I pushed back into her mouth. “Relax,” I murmured, pressing against her. Tears swelled in her eyes. I loved it. Despite her fear, she was doing this—for me—because I’d told her to. How far could I push her?
“Good job, Little Bird,” I whispered through gritted teeth. “Keep playing with yourself. Focus on your fingers and your wet cunt. I’m going to be fucking it again as soon as you please me with this.”
She relaxed beneath me, shoulders dropped. I pulled out, went forward again, a bit further and a little bit harder. A tear fell down her cheek as I pushed against her gag reflex but she was doing perfectly. The difference between a blowjob and a woman who could take you deep in her throat was the difference between a Chevy and a Maserati. Sure, the Chevy could get you where you needed to go, but a Maserati made fucking sure you enjoyed the ride.
Chloe was my Maserati. I continued slowly, getting her to trust me, relax, gliding in and out of her mouth and her throat. I gave her time to breathe, focused on how her thighs were quivering, signaling her orgasm was close. Then I stopped fucking around. As soon as my dick pressed past her gag reflex, I stopped moving slowly.
I fucked her face and held her steady until I was seated deep in her throat. She swallowed around me, hugged me as tight as her pussy had and just as perfectly. My balls slapped against her chin as I pulled back and kept having her take me and soon, her whimpers were shooting vibrations from her throat straight to my balls.
I pulled out of her, holding on to her so she didn’t collapse and just as she asked, “Wha—” I picked her up, tossed her onto the bed on her back so her head was falling off the edge of the mattress.
Her hands flew to my hips and I shoved my dick back inside of her mouth, and I bent over her, her pussy close enough to touch.
Then, I moved. I pressed my fingers against her clit then deep inside her pussy, watched her heels dig into the bed as she spread her legs wider for me. I fucked her deep in her throat, deeper than she’d probably ever taken any other man. Her whimpers became gasps, her pussy convulsed and she writhed beneath me.
I pressed harder against her clit and pinched.
She shattered beneath me, and right as she reached the peak of her climax, I slammed myself balls deep inside her, and came down her throat, straight to her belly.
Chapter Fifteen
Chloe
Oh My God. I could barely breathe. Was it possible to die from sex? From having a man who could make you come until you saw stars? If it was, it was how I wanted to die. With the taste of Simon sliding down my throat.
He rose off me, running his hands down my inner thighs, massaging them lightly as his hips moved back. I lost hold of his hips as he pulled out of me, and then his hand was at my neck, helping me sit up.
“Here.” He tilted my head back with one hand and cleaned my face. “I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.”
His eyes were teasing me, and I grinned. Every time he made me come it was a new, life-altering experience. The fact he experienced the same sent a trill of satisfaction down my spine.
“Thanks,” I whispered. I’d never truly believed I could do what I just did. He hadn’t restrained me, but I’d been under his control all the same, and it was only one more lesson for me to learn.
I didn’t need bindings and whips to submit. I only needed his touch and commands.
The realization was heady, and I blew out a heavy breath.
His husky laugh caught my attention. He was twisted, looking over his backside, pants halfway pulled up. I laughed, quickly covering my mouth with my fingertips.
He mock glared at me. “Your nails dug into me.”
Sure enough, there were four half-moons where I’d gripped his hips and on the sides of his ass was one more from my thumb. Two had broken skin and a tiny drop of blood rose from the scratch.
I rolled my lips together to stop from laughing harder. “Sorry?”
“Sorry, my ass you are,” he said, his eyes full of humor and none of his Dom vernacular. “I suppose it’s apropos. I know my marks are still on you, and now yours are on me.”
As if he’d just spanked me, and it wasn’t days ago, my ass burned where his marks remained. Desire shot straight to my sex.
I was sitting on the bed, still naked, and I shifted, pressing my legs together.
“Everything okay?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.
“Yeah. Can I have my clothes, though?” I gestured to the pile where I’d thrown them.
He bent and picked them up, handing them to me without releasing them. “You’re confused.” He inspected me in a way only he could. Grinning, he dropped the clothes in my lap and stepped back. “And just the reminder of me spanking you has made you wet, hasn’t it?”