Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lot
Good boy.
“Move to the foot of the bed.”
“What are you—?”
I press a finger to his lips. “Do you trust me, Dice?”
He watches me, that calculating mind still ticking behind his hooded eyes. “Just need to know what you’re planning.”
“That’s not how it works. Either you trust me or you don’t.”
This is my ask. What I meant when I said I needed something from him after giving so much of myself.
“I trust you,” he says after another breath, then moves to the end of the bed.
“Arms up,” I say.
“You serious?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He stretches his arms overhead. I haven’t done this before, but my hands are sure as I fasten the cuffs to his wrists. A kiss to one. Then the other. Just like he did.
His breathing shifts. Quicker, more alert, eyes tracking my movements. I climb off the bed to hook the straps to the middle leg, improvising since the headboard is solid. I pull them just tight enough for the tension to lift his chest. He lies there restrained. Held. At my mercy now.
“You plannin’ to crucify me or fuck me, Web?”
“Both,” I rasp.
And damn if that doesn’t make his cock swell even more.
Dice has a glorious body. I don’t have a particular type.
I’ve dated skinny men, fat men, short kings, gym bros, and everything in between.
I love the male form, its feel and energy.
Dice has those long, lean muscles. Runner’s thighs, toned chest and arms, washboard abs.
An ass so tight it could bounce a quarter, and a cock that’s thick and straight, made to ride.
I climb back onto the bed, crawling over him like a tiger stalking its prey. Nipping his jaw, breasts brushing his chest. Red-polished toes grazing his ribs.
“How’s it feel to be in this position?”
“Kinda helpless,” he admits. “I want control back but I’m tryin’ to give in and let you destroy me.”
A smile flirts with the corner of my lips. “That’s how it is when you give your trust to someone you know you’re safe with. Scary but exciting too.”
“Is that how I make you feel, Web? Scared but excited?”
“We’re talking about you.” I skirt the question and lower my mouth to his nipple, tongue flicking before I edge it with my teeth, then suck it into my mouth.
He groans. Deep and guttural. I move to the other one, making it hard and wet, trailing kisses down the cut of his abs, feeling the tension coiling in his muscles.
I kiss his hip and nuzzle into the manscaped hair.
“Can’t promise to be gentle,” I say, blowing a breath over his cock.
“Jesus.” He jerks. “Do your worst, Web.”
“I plan to.” Another kiss. Lower. Closer.
“Wrap that pretty mouth around my cock. Suck me off.”
I lift an eyebrow. Oh, he thinks he’s still running things. That’s cute.
“You’re not calling the shots this time, Jones.” I grab my panties off the floor—still damp with me—and stuff them in his mouth. Not to gag him. Just to shut that cocky voice up.
His eyes flash. He growls low and muffled.
I lean in, brushing my lips against his ear. “Since you can’t talk, here’s how this goes. Blink twice if you want me to stop. One blink, I know you’re good. Two, I’m done. Clear?”
His gaze locks on mine, steady, defiant. Then one slow blink.
“Good boy.” I wrap my hand around him, thumb circling the tip, smearing his arousal as I stroke him slow and firm. “You look so sexy like this,” I murmur, watching his abs twitch and his arms strain against the cuffs. “All worked up. You want it so bad, don’t you?”
He groans, a desperate, muffled plea.
I pick up a strawberry, slide it up the underside of his shaft, then follow with my tongue, sweet mixed with the saltiness of his skin.
My hand works the base while my lips wrap around him, sucking deep and slow. Every time he tries to thrust, I back off. Every time he moans, I slow it even more.
This moment—this man—they’re mine.
I pull off and blow a cool breath against the wet, swollen tip. He groans around my thong.
“Poor baby,” I coo, feathering my fingers over his length. “I’m not ready to let you come just yet.”
His body is pulled tight like a loaded spring. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a garbled mess.
I grab a condom, suit him up, and straddle his hips. One smooth slide and I take him in. Fully. His eyes roll back and he tries to grab me, but the cuffs won’t let him command the rhythm like he’s used to.
“Just watch,” I tell him, rocking my hips. “And feel how good it is. You inside me.” My hands rake down his chest, my tits bounce. I grind slowly. Then faster. Slow. Fast again.
He groans. Straining. Tense and tormented.
I whisper filthy words of heated praise and promises, making him so stiff, it’s like he might snap. That’s when I stop.
His curse is muffled but unmistakeable.
I turn around, riding him reverse cowgirl. Booty bouncing, hips rolling, ass cheeks clapping. Putting on a show. He’s groaning and bucking beneath me, trying to meet me stroke for stroke. I hold his thighs down with my hands, driving him insane. Taking myself right there with him.
I pull off again and turn back to face him. “You ever been this close and denied, Dice?” I whisper. “Not in control. Not running the show. Just aching.”
Another groan. Another plea.
I smile, then lean in and pull the panties from his mouth with my teeth. “You gonna beg now?” I breathe against his jaw. “Gonna tell me how bad you need to come?”
“Fuck, yes, Lot,” he gasps, voice raw. “My cock’s so hard I’m going to explode all over this motherfucker. That’s how much I want you. Need you. I’m fucking dead with it. Can’t see straight. Baby, please.”
My lips curl. That’s the sound of a man undone. Honest. Wild. Real.
I roll off the condom and kiss him—owning his mouth with everything I’ve got. Then I’m gone for a minute to grab the vibrator. I turn it on and let it buzz gently beneath his sack, rolling against his heavy testicles while I take him in my mouth.
His climax hits fast. Like dynamite. Hot and explosive. I pull off as ropes of semen shoot between us, his groans rough and broken. I keep stroking him with my hand, drawing out every pulse, every twitch, until he collapses beneath me. Boneless. Fucked-out.
Only then do I remove the vibrator and place it between my legs. Lowering onto him, I rub it against my clit. My teeth clamp down on his shoulder, and I moan against his damp skin as I make myself come.
It’s quick and intense. Slumped on top of him, we lie there, sweaty and sticky. Demolished.
When the silence stretches too long, nothing but our breaths filling it, I ease off him and undo the straps and cuffs, massaging out the pins and needles in his arms and wrists.
He looks at me, cradles my face in both hands, and just says my name. “Lot.” Quiet, tender. Then he brings my mouth to his.
A kiss with wings. I float on it. Sigh into it. Drifting on some far away cloud. When he pulls back, I try to ground myself by searching for my usual smart-ass quip. Some blithe, meaningless remark. But all that comes out is a breath of confusion. “What was that?”
“Damned if I know.” He shrugs, and we both ease back like we’re stepping around a live wire.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” I say, “and check on Queenie.”
“All right.”
He doesn’t offer to join, which is just as well. I need a minute. I step under the spray, mad at myself. Where did I get the dumb idea that I could separate my heart from my body with Dice?
Damn that man.
I’ve gone and fallen in love with him. Maybe I never even stopped and was just fooling myself.
But okay. People fall in and out of love all the time. It doesn’t have to be that deep. Not some happily ever after. I’ve always valued my independence. I’ve never needed a man to make me whole.
I know what this is with him. It’s not like before.
I’m not in my twenties with a fragile heart.
Dice is an amazing adventure. The sex is off the hook.
He’s fun. Smart. Kind. Sexy. We have history and a lot in common.
This is fine. No reason to panic or start pulling back.
I’ll be leaving soon anyway. In the meantime, I’m going to keep it chill.
I breeze into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around me. He’s still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“You good?” I ask.
“Yep, just wrung out,” he says with a lazy grin. “You?”
“Yep. Never better.”