Chapter 19
LACEY
I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about this exact scenario all day. Literally the moment I saw the lights, I knew what I wanted to do. I’ve never been comfortable enough with anyone to truly explore the things I’d like to try in the bedroom, but I know I’m safe with Walker.
And I’m pretty confident there’s not much he’d say no to if I asked.
Stripping his shirt off, he tosses it to the floor as I feed the Christmas lights through the slats in the headboard and plug them in.
“You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you,” he challenges, coming up behind me and pressing his front to my back, his hand moving up my stomach to cup my breast.
“A little.”
“I have a request,” he tells me, turning my body and placing my hand on his belt in a not so subtle hint.
“What’s that?”
“After you make me come, I want you to sit on my face.” Despite the fact that I’ve told him what I want to do to him, I can’t help the blush that starts at my chest and goes all the way to the tips of my ears at hearing what he wants to do to me.
“I guess I can handle that,” I manage, sliding my hands into his underwear to grip his ass before pushing the fabric down with his jeans.
“And you need to lose some clothes too.”
“Bossy.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve never let anyone tie me up so humor me.”
The admission has heat pooling between my legs, my panties already soaked as Walker eases himself, naked, down onto the bed.
“Move back,” I whisper, pulling my sweater over my head and unclasping my bra, my breasts full and round and aching for his touch.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Walker growls, but I shake my head as I gently push him back onto the bed.
“You can touch later,” I promise as I take one wrist and rest it on the pillow over his head, wrapping the lights around it before doing the same to the other wrist. It’s not secure per se but it’s enough that he’d probably end up cursing trying to get free.
He clenches and unclenches his fists as I shimmy out of my leggings, leaving me in nothing but a small black thong.
“Get over here,” he grits out through clenched teeth, his fingers flexing as I climb over him and take his mouth in a searing kiss.
“You don’t get to call the shots,” I tell him, kissing across his jaw and down the column of his throat, sinking my teeth into the tender skin of his shoulder. He hisses and bucks his hips, my tongue tracing over the bite mark as I push myself up.
The look in his eyes is feral, his muscles straining against the need to take charge. It’s as hot as it is appreciated.
And good behavior deserves a reward.
Leaning down, I trace my nipple over his bottom lip, dragging it back and forth before pressing it into his mouth.
Groaning, he sucks the sensitive nub, his lips wrapping around it while his tongue laps against it until I gasp.
He could probably make me come just like this.
Later.
Will there be time later?
Banishing the thought, I pull my breast from his mouth and kiss my way down his torso, teasing his nipples and licking the dips and valleys of his gorgeous body.
“Lacey, dammit, you’re going to make me come before my dick is even between those pretty pink lips.”
Not a chance.
Fisting his cock in my hand, I lap at the precum dripping from the head, his hips rolling as I lick and stroke him with no real finesse. But it doesn’t matter because he’s wound so tight, it won’t take much to make him snap.
Sucking in a breath, I swallow him down, a little shiver racing down my spine when he cries out, a curse falling from his lips when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
And then it’s on, and Walker Hull is completely at my mercy.