Chapter 15 #2
In actuality, I missed the drawer entirely in my clumsy attempt to keep Ford’s attention off me and threw my Rose toy on the floor, where it proceeded to roll across the wood planks before coming to a stop against Ford’s bare foot.
Oh my God.
Oh my fucking God.
My cheeks flamed, whether from the embarrassment of my toy being out in the open or the fact that Ford was still standing there looking like sex on a stick, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter.
I was prepared and waiting for Ford’s mocking voice to reach me, his teasing, taunting words to break this tension between us so we could get back to the status quo and fall into the antagonistic relationship we’d always had.
But I wasn’t prepared for him to reach down and pluck the toy from the floor, holding it between his fingers as he slowly stalked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. “You should take better care of your toys, kitten. You can’t just throw them around.”
I leaned back, bracing my hands behind me on the dresser. My breaths were coming too fast, my breasts heaving with each one, and there was no way Ford didn’t notice. Not with my double D’s practically shoved in his face.
“Give it back,” I said, but my voice came out softer than I’d intended.
“What if I want to see how it works?” he asked. Then he glanced down, finding the on button and pushing it. Nothing happened.
Because I’d worn out the charge the night we’d gone out to dinner.
I’d come home, headed straight for the shower—living with two senior citizens really put a damper on solo fun—and made myself come in under two minutes to memories of Ford’s kiss. But one hadn’t been enough, and I’d worked myself through two more before I’d been sated enough to quit.
With a single brow raised, he said, “Had a lot of tension to work out lately?”
I didn’t bother responding. He knew the answer as well as I did. The tension between us crackled like lightning, illuminating an attraction I’d always kept shoved down deep.
He reached around me and set the toy on the dresser, then he braced his hands on either side of my hips, caging me in.
With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the material of my dress.
“You drive me fucking crazy in these little dresses, did you know that? Have me hard as a fucking rock every goddamn day while I imagine everything you have underneath it.”
I swallowed thickly. “I hate to tell you this, but you’d be disappointed by my plain white underwear.”
“Oh, kitten, I can promise you I won’t be disappointed by anything that’s under there. But I wasn’t talking about your panties. I was talking about that ass I want to sink my teeth into and those thighs I think about wrapped around my head ninety-five percent of the day.”
I froze, caught in the snare of Ford’s gaze, trying to read if he was being truthful or if this was just another one of his games.
Something he did for the sole purpose of tormenting me.
Flirt with his wife, crank her so tight with need she was desperate for release, and then turn away with a grin, knowing her toy was out of charge and she couldn’t go to anyone else to fulfill her needs.
He must’ve read the skepticism in my expression, because he said, “Tell me to prove it.” An echo from One Night Stan’s when he’d turned my world upside down with just a kiss.
But Ford wasn’t talking about just a kiss.
And if I thought my world was tipped on its axis after only having his lips on mine, I knew this would be so, so much worse.
“What are you suggesting?” I managed to get out through a dry throat.
“You want the censored or uncensored version?”
“Uncensored,” I whispered.
“You sure?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the thickness of him against my thigh.
Unable to speak, I simply nodded.
“I want to fuck you, kitten. Badly. I’ve wanted to for a long fucking time.
But now that I’m wearing this ring?” He held up his hand, showing me the black band.
“I want it even more. It’s my job as your husband to release this tension that’s been tying you up in knots.
My job to make my wife come harder than she ever has before. ”
He was so close now, my achingly hard nipples brushed against his chest with every rapid inhale, his cock thick and hard against my thigh, and I desperately wanted to reach down and feel it. Wrap my fingers around him and see just how much I affected him.
“Tell me to prove it, wife, and I’ll sink to my knees right here and eat your pussy like it’s my last fucking meal. And then I’ll break that dry spell of yours and fuck you until the neighbors know exactly who’s making you scream.”
Oh my God.
My legs were shaking, my stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and nerves, and I wasn’t even going to mention the state of my panties. Soaked was an understatement. I could probably come right now with just a brush of the material against my clit, so God knew what Ford would be able to do to me.
That was the only logical explanation I had for why I skipped right down the path I’d already been down and uttered the two words that had sealed my fate two nights before. “Prove it.”