Chapter 9
He bites my lip, hard enough that I whimper. “You can choke me,” I say when he releases it. “But nothing rougher than that and spankings.”
“I don’t want to be rough with you, but it seems to be the only way to tame you.”
Tame. What a word.
Outside, the wind rattles the windows with a howl that could almost be a roar. I’d planned on telling him to take me back after we were done hooking up, but staying the night no longer seems like a bad idea. I mean, it’s snowing. Thinking about what’s ahead, I shiver, both nervous and eager.
I flinch as his hands move up my legs. “Sorry, I haven’t shaved in a few days.”
“Only boys care about that shit.” His lips move down to my chest, and his hand pulls down the cup of my bra. He slowly flicks his tongue over my nipple, and I tilt my head back, giving in to the pleasure and what’s ahead. The air between us is electric.
He unclasps my bra and moves with purpose, licking, kissing, gently nipping at both breasts. I’m not complaining, but no one’s ever spent so much time on my chest. A weird self-consciousness flares up as I straddle him again.
“So … about those orgasms …”
He glances up. “I can’t worship you?”
Worship. I’ve never been worshiped.
Before I can respond, he growls, “Baby girl,” and flips me, shoving me back against the couch. He hovers above me, eyes burning. Then, he leans in, sticks his tongue out, dragging it slowly up my chin. It’s unexpected—and I love it.
I reach for the hem of his black T-shirt, tugging. “Take this off,” I whisper.
“I tell you what to do, not the other way around,” he says firmly.
I push my bottom lip out, pouting, very curious about what’s going on under that t-shirt.
“That pout is too fucking cute. No more talking. You don’t say a word until I tell you to … unless …” He pauses, and mischief spreads across his face. “Unless you don’t want to come.”
I almost scoff. “I want to come.”
“Then submit.”
Submit. That’s the whole point of this—him. I don’t want to think. I stare up at him, taking one deep breath in before exhaling slowly. I don’t say another word.
“Good girl,” he mouths. I like that he barely says it. It’s hotter like that. He sticks his tongue all the way out, folding it into a clover-like shape before he’s on his stomach, his face between my legs. I moan on impact.
Kinky Krampus.
“Suffocate me with these thighs,” he says, barely lifting his head. The heat of his breath skates across my skin.
What? I giggle. He pats my thigh like he means it. Okay then. I cross my ankles behind his head and squeeze gently, my thighs brushing his ears.
He hums in approval, and the vibrations ripple straight through me. He’s slow. Focused. Way more deliberate than I would’ve guessed. Intentional. It’s throwing me off in the best way.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
He swats my pussy.
“Hey—!”
He meets my eyes, not moving. “No. Talking.”
No talking. Got it.
I nod with the stupidest fucking grin on my face. I’m having fun. I’m really fucking enjoying this. I’m not thinking about anything other than what this man is doing to me.
Escaping my life, check. Orgasm number one, approaching.
His fingers tease around me. He doesn’t go straight in—he just traces, shapes, opens and closes his fingers in a V around my entrance.
That’s new.
Fuck, does it feel good, especially with his tongue teasing my clit.
His other hand curls around my thigh, holding me open as he looks up at me, still working his fingers. “Why do you have to taste so good?”
I arch a brow, unsure if he wants a response. He shakes his head, the gesture answering my question. His tongue finds its way back to my clit, and I flinch, already so sensitive and ready to burst.
“Almost time,” he says, eyes closed.
I thread my fingers through his white hair, needing something to hold on to, but he grabs my wrist, pinning it above my head.
It doesn’t interrupt his rhythm as he continues to build me up.
His huge hand squeezes my wrist, and I resist the urge to fight.
He’s completely in control—and I let him have it.
My thighs begin to shake, my breath catches, and I melt, giving in. I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me.