CHAPTER 10 #3
“You avoided Zeke all damn week. And when I realized you weren’t gonna spend time with Jamie until you talked to him, I figured I’d use some of your allotted time.”
“That didn’t mean sex.”
I sighed, dropped my arms. “There was no sex.”
Edge stood silently for what felt like an eternity. I could see his brain working, knew he was trying to come up with another reason to bitch me out.
His attention shifted to the drink in his hand. “Are you staying tonight?”
Not the question I expected, but a good one, nonetheless. Was I? “Do you want me to?”
Edge’s sharp blue gaze cut to me. “Yes. I’d like you to stay the night.”
That was one thing I liked about Edge. He was a very decisive man. Ask him what he wanted for dinner, he would tell you. Ask him what movie he wanted to see, he’d throw one out there. He was very straightforward, which was one thing that made him a damn good Dominant.
On the other hand, he wasn’t the type to go with the flow. Once he had his mind set on something, he didn’t deviate. Which was the reason this thing with him, Jamie, and me seemed to be dragging out.
“Then I’ll stay.”
“Good. I’m gonna put the pizza in the oven, heat it up.”
“I could eat.”
“Do we need to discuss what’s happening between us?” Edge asked as he poured a second drink, then passed it over to me.
“I don’t know. Do we?”
He turned, leaned against the counter, and stared at me. His gaze dropped to my mouth a couple of times, and there was no doubt he was reliving our kiss from earlier in his office. I had done that more than once tonight myself.
Neither of us said anything, and I decided to give the guy a break. Clearly, he had a lot on his mind and having me sitting here was making him edgy.
I knocked back the scotch, let it burn all the way down.
“Mind if I take a shower?” I asked, setting my empty glass on the counter. “Before the pizza’s ready?”
His gaze locked with mine. He nodded as he lifted his glass to his lips.
Needing a few minutes to myself, I headed toward the guest bedroom, walked right through it and into the adjoining bath.
After flipping on the water, I stripped off my clothes, stepped inside, the oversized glass door closing behind me.
I let the water flow over me, soaping up as my thoughts drifted to Jamie.
I could still taste her on my tongue, and the reminder made me desperate to taste her again.
I was nearly finished when I heard the door open. I watched as Edge came into the bathroom, his gaze on me the entire time.
I didn’t look away, even as he stripped off his clothes and joined me.
The man’s body was honed to perfection. All sleek lines and defined muscle.
The dark hair on his chest angled downward, leading right to his impressive cock.
Having been naked with him during numerous encounters with submissives over the years, I’d seen him in all his glory plenty of times.
But somehow this was different. I was allowed to look my fill, to not ignore the way my mouth watered to taste him.
When he walked up to me, I forced my gaze upward. Despite the need glowing in his eyes, I could tell he had something on his mind.
“How does this work?” he asked, eliminating the distance between us. His words were clipped, his frustration evident.
To give him room, I moved back, watching him intently. “How does what work?”
“This. Us. You and me. How does it work?”
That was a good question, one I didn’t have an answer for.
Edge didn’t seem to have a problem vocalizing, though. “No matter how much I want it, I can’t see how it works.”
I smirked, pretending to misunderstand. I knew he wasn’t talking about logistics, but I preferred he tell me how he expected it to go down.
His hand snapped out, circling around my neck as he pressed up against me, sandwiching me between his hard body and the wall. We were toe to toe, chest to chest.
Skin to skin.
“Do you want me to dominate you?” he growled.
“No.”
He frowned. “Do you want to dominate me?”
“No.”
Edge leaned in, his mouth hovering over mine. “You’re confusing me, Cav. How do you see this working?”
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know. I wanted him, I craved him. Perhaps I always had. But it hadn’t been about dominating him or submitting to him. I knew he was one of those guys who saw everything in black and white. Rarely were there shades of gray.
“I need to know, Cav,” he groaned softly.
“No, you don’t. You need to stop thinkin’. Let it happen.”
His hand tightened on my neck. It wasn’t painful, but there was enough pressure to keep me riveted to the moment. Admittedly, I liked seeing this aggressive side of Edge. It was a rare sight. The man was always in control, and I liked that I could push that.
“Tell me how it works,” Edge insisted, his lips brushing mine.
I kissed him. It was the only answer I had. I slid my hand into his hair and held him there as our mouths joined. There was nothing gentle or exploratory about this kiss, either. It was hard and rough. Both of us taking as much as we could, giving equally in return.
The steam drifted around us as we constantly shifted, the physical power play taking place right there in the shower.
No matter what, Edge seemed to be the more dominant, his need to overpower me too great.
Since I didn’t give a shit who was in control, I gave in, leaning into him as his tongue battled mine.
When we jerked apart like two boxers having been forced into their own corners, I stared at Edge, waiting to see what he would say, what he would do.
It all came down to who was willing to take first. I had already given in to him.
I certainly didn’t mind doing it again, but I knew Edge couldn’t relinquish control.
Just when I thought he was going to ask another question, Edge shocked me. Separated by at least three feet, he went to his knees on the tiled floor, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Come here,” he commanded.
I took two steps forward, then another. I stopped directly in front of him. In a move I didn’t expect, he grabbed my hips, then shifted me around until I was once again backed up against the cool tile wall. Without seeking permission, Edge gripped my cock and took me into his mouth.
I roared as pleasure slammed into me. All thoughts obliterated, my body took over.
My hands shot to his hair, and I held him there, pumping my hips forward, driving deep into his mouth.
We were both controlling the movements yet working in tandem.
The pleasure built to a crescendo, fast and furious.
I pumped my cock into his mouth roughly, fisting his hair as I used him to chase my own release.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Edge moaned, the vibrations shooting through my shaft and into my balls.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I warned, tightening my grip on his hair.
Another moan from Edge triggered the electrical spark in my spine.
My orgasm rushed upon me. I leaned into the wall as my cock pulsed, cum shooting into the hot cavern of his mouth.
I watched as he swallowed me down, the sight robbing me of the remaining air in my lungs.
Before I could catch my breath, he was on his feet, crushing me between his big body and the wall.
He kissed me hard, his tongue relentless.
I thought for sure he was going to let me return the favor, thought he was driving toward it as he kissed the hell out of me. I grabbed for him, my hands sliding over smooth, wet skin. We fumbled like that for a few minutes, but when Edge pulled back, it wasn’t to allow me to go to my knees.
Instead of offering himself up to me, the man shocked me to the depths of my soul.
He simply turned and walked out of the shower.
Then right out of the room.
Never one to ignore what I deemed to be an oncoming storm, I shut off the water, dried myself off. I didn’t bother with clothes, simply wrapped the towel around my hips and secured it.
I didn’t make it to the bedroom door before Edge returned. I stopped, watching him. He had pulled on jeans, but his chest and feet were bare.
“The pizza was in the oven,” he said simply, his hot gaze roaming over me.
“And…?”
His eyes narrowed. “And what?”
I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.
Edge finally moved, stepping closer until there was no space between us. When he leaned toward me, I thought it would be for a kiss, but instead, his hand shot up to my throat, and he held me there, our eyes locked.
“I want to feel your mouth on my dick,” he growled softly. “I want to feel your throat work when I push in as far as I can.”
With his hand gripping me, I couldn’t move, but I was sure he could see the submission in my eyes. As far as I was concerned, there was no reason to deny what I ultimately desired.
Edge’s eyes darted over to the bed, but rather than utilize it, he released my neck and motioned for me to leave the room. Unsure what his plan was, I walked.
“My bedroom.”
I swallowed hard. Jamie was in his bed, sleeping soundly if I had to guess.
I continued into his room. The bathroom light was on, the door mostly closed, so only a sliver of light slipped out.
Edge moved around me and onto the bed. Without hesitating, he reclined, only inches away from Jamie.
I watched them both, waited for what he wanted me to do. When he motioned me over with his finger, my feet instantly followed the command. His hand shot out, jerked the towel from around my hips. It dropped to the floor.
When Edge spoke, he didn’t whisper as I’d expected him to. “Kneel between my legs. On the bed.”
My eyes shot to Jamie when she stirred.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” Edge growled.
The dominant force laced in the words had me moving, shocking me with their intensity. I’d heard Edge command dozens of submissives, but never like that. There was something different. I had to wonder if it was specifically for me.
I straddled his legs, then waited.
“Free my cock.”
I deftly unhooked the button then lowered the zipper. He’d gone commando, so it only took a second to free his cock from the denim. Rather than remove his jeans, I left them just past his hips, confining his movements.
“Put your mouth on me,” he ordered.
Jamie shifted again, likely awakened by the rough growl of Edge’s voice. I didn’t wait to see if she had opened her eyes before I lowered my head, sliding my lips over the hard ridge of his cock.
“Suck me,” Edge commanded gruffly.
I did. I slid my mouth over him, not taking him all the way at first.
A sharp gasp had me pulling back, my eyes shooting over to Jamie. She was propped up on one elbow, watching me.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Edge asked, sliding his arm around Jamie and pulling her toward him.
I didn’t answer, but I did resume laving his dick. If I hadn’t just gotten off in the shower, I probably would’ve lost it then. Knowing Jamie was watching was a turn-on like no other.
“Do you like seeing his mouth on me, sweetness?”
“I definitely do,” Jamie rasped.
“Me, too.” Edge groaned. “Lucky for him, I won’t last long. I could watch him suck my dick all night long.”
Heat slammed into me, but I didn’t stop.
“Take all of me,” Edge commanded, his hand snaking into my hair.
I leaned down, allowing the head of his dick to brush the back of my throat. I swallowed and the growl that came from Edge spurred me on. When I pulled back, his fist tightened in my hair, and he pulled me back down. We repeated the dance as I deep-throated him again and again.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he informed me.
I knew it wasn’t a request. He was merely verbalizing his intentions.
“Put your hand in his hair, sweetness,” Edge instructed.
Jamie’s cool fingers slid into my hair, her fingernails lightly scraping against my scalp.
“Now hold him there.”
Her fingers tightened, but not nearly enough. Edge solved that problem when his hand gripped my hair fiercely, pain shooting erotically down my spine.
When his hips lifted, his cock tunneling into my mouth, I remained where I was. Their hands remained in place, holding my head as Edge took what he wanted from me. He drove up into my throat relentlessly, over and over, his growls getting louder as he did.
And when he came, it was with a roar, which had satisfaction slamming into me.