37. Kelly
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MY HEART FELT like it was about to burst. Donovan backed me up into his room, and our kisses were wild and untamed, our hands roaming everywhere. His words had set me on fire, and all I wanted—no, needed —now was to brand him, claim him so he always knew whom he belonged to.
He kicked the door shut behind us then shoved me up against it, and damn, this possessive alpha side of him was so fucking hot.
I didn’t have time to react before he captured my mouth again and rolled his hips over mine.
His dick was a rough tease through too many layers of clothes, and I thrust against him, cursing when Donovan suddenly jerked his head back.
Chest heaving, and with kiss-swollen lips and glazed eyes, Donovan was the picture of lust, and just looking at him had my stomach doing somersaults.
“I want to show you something.” He leaned in, catching my lower lip between his teeth and then sucking it inside his mouth. When he let it go with a pop and stepped back, I groaned.
“Fuck, now? Where you goin’, cock-tease?” Still leaning against the door, I stroked my straining erection, but when that did nothing to relieve the ache, I reluctantly straightened and followed Donovan through the door he’d disappeared through.
“You won’t be calling me that when you see what’s in here.”
I stepped into a huge walk-in closet, bigger than my bedroom, and my jaw hit the floor. Rows of shirts, pants, jackets, and suits were evenly spaced along the racks, but it was the gorgeous man in the back corner, and what he stood next to, that had my attention.
Jesus, I couldn’t believe anyone in New York even had a walk-in closet, let alone one big enough for the massive black leather trunk that came up to my chest.
“Not really in the mood to see your shoe collection,” I said, letting him see the way I ran my hand over where I’d rather him focus his attention.
“You’ll enjoy this .” Donovan began to spin numbers on a combination lock. When I lifted a brow, he explained, “My friends are too nosy.”
When the latches clicked, he pulled the trunk open, and a display of several different cuffs, blindfolds, and other restraints hanging along the red velvet lining on one side came into view.
Now that had my attention. I could imagine using them on Donovan. Or him using them on me.
My cock throbbed as he began to open drawers lined in the red velvet, and when I looked inside, my eyes widened at the impressive collection of toys.
Holy shit. My guy was a kinky fucker, and nothing could’ve pleased me more.
Inside the drawers, there were gleaming silver cock rings nestled in satin, with butt plugs and vibrators laid out beside them from smallest to largest. Glass anal beads, docking sleeves.
Double-penetration dildos. Prostate massagers.
Several items I wasn’t familiar with but definitely curious about.
And one drawer full of different varieties of lube.
It was stimulation overload in the best way, and I wasn’t sure where to look first.
“Aren’t you a delicious surprise?” I said, wrapping my arm around his waist. I ground against Donovan’s ass as I admired the toys on display. “The Museum of Sex gift shop has nothing on your stash.”
He chuckled, tilting his head in an invitation to suck on all that sweet, smooth skin below his ear, and I took full advantage, lowering my mouth to plant searing kisses along his neck.“I take it you want to play?”
An unrestrained growl rumbled through my chest as I nipped his skin. “Fuck yes, I do.”
A glint of something sparkling caught my eye, and I reached into the drawer and pulled out the diamond butt plug he had worn for our first scene.
“Look familiar?”
“God, I already wanted you so much.” I tightened my hold on his waist. “And then you bent over that chaise and I saw this deep in your ass, a surprise you’d worn just for me. I almost lost it right then.”
Donovan turned his head to look up at me, an impish look in his eyes. “I figured if I was going to get one night with you, I would make you remember me.”
“ Remember you? That just sealed the deal that I had to have you.”
He lifted the plug out of my hand and placed it back in the drawer. “If you don’t hurry up and choose something, I’m afraid we might not make it out of this closet. And I really”—he kissed my lips—“really”—another kiss—“want to take my time with you tonight. All night.”
The promise of hours of uninterrupted time with a very naked Donovan had me grabbing the first thing I could reach and hightailing it out of his closet and into the bedroom.
His answering laugh echoed as he followed me out, carrying one of the many bottles of lube he had on hand.
“That particular toy will get us started,” he said, tossing the lube onto the bed before stripping out of his shirt. “We can always go back for more as the night goes on if you’d like.”
It didn’t matter how many times I saw the sheer perfection of his body, of all those lean, sculpted muscles, it was a shock to my system every time. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him, but now I knew the person he was inside was somehow even more extraordinary.
And this man…he was mine.
With his jeans riding low on his hips and a very prominent bulge just dying to be released, Donovan lit a couple of candles on his dresser before striding over to the windows. He pulled the curtains shut, blocking out the breathtaking view of the city and pitching the room into a warm, low light.
Who the hell needed to look at Manhattan when Donovan Truitt was standing in front of me teasing the button of his jeans?
“While I’m all for a little exhibitionism,” he said, slowly lowering his zipper, “you’re all mine tonight. No cameras. No one watching. Just you and me.”
I licked my lips as the blood crashed loudly in my ears. Donovan pushed his jeans off his hips and kicked them off to the side.
“Looks like someone still wants a show.” A smirk crossed his pouty lips, his thumbs teasing the inside band of his boxer briefs. He nodded toward the bed. “Sit. No touching.”
Without taking my eyes off him—because that would be a goddamn crime—I backed up until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the mattress.
I dropped down onto the plush bedspread and leaned back on my hands so I wouldn’t have the urge to ignore his request and reach for him or my strangled erection.
Turning away from me, Donovan slowly lowered his boxer briefs down his body, bending over once they were down his legs so that I had a full view of his plump, delectable ass.
My curses filled the room as he looked over his shoulder at me, knowing just how sexy he was and how hard it was for me to sit here without my hands or mouth on him.
As he faced me again, I couldn’t decide which view I preferred—his ass or that mouthwatering, rock-solid cock. It pointed straight at me, knowing whom it belonged to.
“You’re a fucking gift, you know that?” I curled my fingers into the bedspread, gripping them tight. “Even if you didn’t let me unwrap you tonight.”
“Aw, feeling a little deprived?” As he walked toward me, my body began to hum, and I shifted my hips, feeling antsy. “Maybe I just wanted to watch you looking at me. Do you know how hot that is? To have your eyes on me? God, nothing gets me harder.”
Wrapping his hand around the base of his gorgeous dick, he moved to stand between my thighs, leaving his teasing, glistening crown only inches from my mouth. It begged me to close the distance, to taste him, but I didn’t move, following his orders.
Donovan knew exactly what I wanted, though, and my exercise in patience paid off when he speared his fingers through my hair and guided his cock to my mouth. After he warned me not to open wide, I felt the warmth of his cum on my lips as he painted them with his arousal.
“You look downright sinful like this,” he said as he stared down at me. “Is it so bad I want to mark you everywhere?”
I shook my head, willing to let him mark me anywhere and with anything he wanted, but the smell of his arousal was proving too much to resist. The second my tongue dipped out for a taste, I knew I was in trouble.
The little patience I’d possessed went to shit, and in one quick move I hauled him down on the bed and under me.
Keeping him pinned to the mattress, I licked every drop of him from my lips.
“Nothing tastes better than you.” I dove in to the heat of Donovan’s mouth, letting him sample his flavor on my tongue.
Salty and sweet, and so uniquely him. His answering moan only made me desperate for more of him.
It was a hunger that wouldn’t go away until I was deep inside him, and that wasn’t happening with all these fucking clothes on.
Tearing my mouth away, I made quick work of getting rid of everything I had on before settling back over Donovan. Our cocks rubbed up against each other, providing that friction I’d been so eager for.
“Your body…” He shook his head. “I’ll never get enough.”
I grazed my teeth down the length of his jaw as I reached between us, taking us both in my hand. “I sure as fuck hope not. Because you’re stuck with me. Now. Always.”
I began to stroke us, and our pre-cum gave us a sticky slide that made me lose my mind. Donovan closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Yeah? Anything else you wanna hold?” I nipped at his chin. “Maybe something you want to hold against me?”
“Yes,” he breathed as I continued my slow slide. “But I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
I let out a low chuckle, and even though my cock would riot at what I was about to do, I let go of us both.
Donovan’s eyes flew open. “I didn’t mean stop.”
“Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.” I reached for the toy I’d brought over and held it up between us. It was a sleek black silicone vibrator with a ring at the top, and as I ran my thumb over the ribbed black handle, I lifted a brow. “Care to show me how you like this?”
“Have you ever used one before?”