Chapter Eight
Boudreaux
Waking up from an afternoon nap with a woman, his woman perched on his belly wasn’t a hardship. Surprising—shocking even, given the last few days of hot and cold attitude she’d been blowing in his direction—but remarkably arousing.
The only way to improve this scenario would be getting her naked.
Arms folded over her chest, the love of his life scowled down at him with fiery dark eyes, warning him they were in the hot cycle of her mood again. “Are you planning on getting up anytime soon?”
Reaux blinked slowly, stifling a yawn. “Pretty sure I’m already up, Bennie. You touch me, I get hard. I smell you from ten feet away, I’m hard. It’s kind of how I’m wired now.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re a walking erection.” She rocked her hips from side to side impatiently. “I’m bored, Boudreaux.”
Technically, that was probably true. Looking at her—the flush along her cheekbones, the spicy glint in her eyes, and the suggestive rhythm of her body—he had his own suspicions about why she was in such a foul mood.
“Mmm-hmm. Are you sure you’re not just horny?
You’re not the type to go without sex for long, Violet.
I’m still getting over the fact you hadn’t slept with anyone for two years. ”
Apparently, he needed to keep his mouth shut when he was still half asleep; she appreciated his observations about as well as a bull respected a red flag flapping in its face.
“Are you calling me a slut?”
“No, but I’m starting to believe everything I’ve read about women’s hormones during pregnancy.
” When she actually growled at him, he wisely raised his hands in surrender.
“Just saying, Bennie, some women experience heightened libidos from very early in the first trimester. Judging by your desperate grinding on my stomach, you’re feeling… needy.”
“If I wanted your cock, I’d ask for it,” she snapped, forcing herself to be still for a few moments before her hips began to move again of their own volition.
“No, you wouldn’t. Asking means there’s a chance of rejection.
You’d rather get angry, pick a damn fight, and goad me into fucking you like a furious bear than ask for it.
” Instead of withering under her narrowed stare, Reaux grinned at her.
“Want me to make it easy on you, Bennie? All I’m wearing is a pair of sweatpants.
Nothing underneath. No belt or zipper to battle.
You can have every single inch of my cock in exchange for one simple thing. ”
Curiosity and greedy longing flickered in her eyes, softening the press of her mouth. Even her arms loosened from across her chest before she tightened them again. “Go on.”
It felt weird, bartering for sex they both wanted.
Wasn’t it ridiculous how far they’d fallen?
He supposed it was a consequence of how messed up they were in this current dynamic; both Dominant, both capable of submitting, needing what the other offered but too proud to just admit it and demand what they craved.
“Sex is on the table for as long as you need it. Fuck me however you please, tell me how you’d like to be fucked, and we can go at it like demented bunnies for the rest of the afternoon.
” He waited for her reaction, daring to smile when she didn’t immediately tear his head off for suggesting it.
“In return, we take a night out in one of the playrooms, and I get to purge some of my own frustration on you.”
She considered it. “With sex?”
“If you think you can handle it.”
Her scoff was adorable. “In private. I’m not ruining the last days of my reputation here being topped in front of everyone.”
“We could arrange a private area, I’m sure.”
More consideration followed while she indulged in a quick nail-biting session, worrying her thumbnail as she weighed up the pros and cons.
Why she felt the need to procrastinate when they both knew what her decision would ultimately be was beyond him, but he supposed she had to keep the illusion of control somehow.
They were both controlled by each other, by desire, by their connection.
She couldn’t deny it, no matter how much she tried, and he… well, he didn’t want to.
The simple fact that his body, his consciousness, his everything revolved around her was a point of pride, not something to regret. Wanting her, needing her, craving her with every breath were sensations he embraced.
“Fine. Get your pants off.”
“Four words I’ve been longing to hear for days.” Reaux’s gaze stroked down her body. “A little overdressed yourself, don’t you think?”
Overdressed for the occasion, but not in general. He loved her casual attire when she was home and comfortable; as much as he admired her club outfits and the way they hugged her lush body, how leather and lace turned a work of art into perfection, they summed her up as a Domme.
Here, in spite of her attitude, the pale peach yoga pants and matching T-shirt she’d decided to lounge around in today symbolized Violet the woman, without the weight and responsibilities of the community.
Full lips, bare of color, curved into a wicked smile.
Rising up onto her knees, she reached between her legs, her hand disappearing into that sexy vee.
That smile reflected in her eyes as she pulled her hand forward, the tiniest zipper pinched between her thumb and forefinger, and the crotch of those damn yoga pants parted as though she’d sliced the seam.
Catching a glimpse of pink, wet heaven through the now open crotch of the pants, Reaux barely registered his mouth dropping open in shock. “What the fuck?”
“For the woman who likes a little sex with her yoga,” Violet said dryly. “Now who’s overdressed?”
He didn’t waste any time replying; he simply lifted his hips, reaching around her waist to shove the waistband of his sweats down enough to free his erection. “Problem solved. We’re being efficient today.”
“I approve of efficiency.” Violet’s hand drifted back behind her, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and squeezing hard. More blood pumped into the organ until it felt painfully swollen.
He could feel his heartbeat pulsing at the base, in his balls, at the crown. “Here on the couch?”
Her eyebrow arched imperiously. “Problem?”
“No, no problem. Wall sex, couch sex, floor sex… no complaints here.”
“Good.”
“It’s just… ah…” Shit, she was going to turn couch sex into a premature handjob ejaculation if she didn’t stop squeezing him. He managed to choke out one word before his voice stepped up an octave. “Condom.”
“What?” Her grip relaxed slightly, allowing his eyes to uncross.
“It was one of your stipulations, right? No sex without a condom until we know if…” Warily, aware he was thoroughly at her mercy, he stroked the backs of his fingers over her belly. “Baby Fontenot.”
She scowled at him. “Don’t call it that.”
“Why not? It will be our baby, yes? My ring on your finger, my name as our name.” Shrugging as best he could in his prone position, Reaux let his hand drop.
“Condom or no, the choice is up to you, Bennie. The question is not if you get pregnant, but when. I’ll happily wait, but admit it, you have a yen to be held down, fucked, and bred. ”
“You really are annoying.”
“At least I’m honest.”
“And arrogant.”
“Guilty.”
“And not even a little bit modest.”
He grinned and held up two fingers with the pads almost touching. “A little. Fractionally.”
“Insufferable. Egotistical.” Muttering to herself, Violet shifted position, clearly making the decision without any further discussion. The head of his cock dragged up and down her slit, guided by her hand, and she moaned darkly as it forged deep into hot, wet, silky heaven. “Fucking perfect.”
No disagreement from his end, he thought as she took him inside her down to the balls, her head falling back, body bowing. For a moment, she was utterly still, a snapshot of time, a beautiful memory of feminine power in action.
When he tried to set his hands on her hips, Violet slapped them away, setting her palms on his bare chest and digging her nails into his pectoral muscles in warning. The tiny bites of pain fueled his lust, like spurs nudging into a stallion’s sides.
“This is my show, boy. Keep your hands to yourself; you’ll get your turn later.”
Damn straight, he would. She had no idea what he had in store for her once he got her on her knees.
That waspish mouth would be too full to snark at him, that was for sure, and when his balls were empty, he was planning on using everything at his disposal to make her scream, come, and eventually shatter on his cock.
Payback was a bitch; karma was queen.
By the end of the night, she was going to be boneless, drooling, and all his again.
All his.
Willing to play nice for now, Reaux lifted his hands and linked them behind his head. It seemed the safest way to remove the temptation to touch her—if he didn’t have those wonderful breasts filling his palms soon, he was going to go insane. “Yes, ma’am.”
Satisfied with his compliance, Violet dug her nails in harder, anchoring herself as her hips began to rock, shakily at first, growing more confident with every stroke.
Tight muscles gripped his length; heat and slick wetness surrounded his cock, sucking him deeper, possessing him to the roots of his soul.
He missed the Violet of old, the sub who’d serenaded him with gasps and moans, quiet squeaks and squeals of pleasure. She’d vocalized everything she felt, given him the gift of hearing it in the sweetest voice.
Now she rode him with conviction, long-forgotten rhythms coming back in force, her body awakening and remembering exactly what it was made to do like a rusted machine clunking back to life, newly oiled gears seizing and grinding before picking up momentum.
Her hips twisted, rolling, pumping, using him mercilessly.
Not that he minded; the view was incredible, the sensations indescribable.