Epilogue Lexie #2
My hands twitch to pull him into me, but I stay firm, swallowing back my desire and forcing myself to not touch him to elongate the game.
He tugs one of my hands from my pocket and guides me to hold the diaphragm against my chest myself.
When I take over holding it, he drops his hand, and yanks open the jacket in a swift tug.
The cool air hits my exposed tits, and he tugs on my nipple. “Oh… yes… mmmmm…” I say, breathlessly.
He turns me, pushes his hard cock against my ass, and I moan at the sensation. “Is your heartbeat loud in your ears?” he asks, reaching around and teasing his fingertips across my clit. “Is it going faster?”
“Yes,” I whisper, rotating my hips, needing either his cock or a firmer touch, but he’s refusing.
The da dum, da dum, da dum, in my ears sounds like I’m underwater.
A dull, yet loud thudding that’s moving impossibly fast. I want to stay strong, to tease him and make him ache, but my body is screaming to be filled.
He slips in a single fingertip, and I drop my body, searching for more.
“Do you hear the way your heartbeat strains when I do this?” When I nod, he removes his finger and a whimper leaves me.
He pulls me into him, hard, and presses his mouth to my ear.
“Tell me, my beautiful, dirty wife. Which one do you want more right now? My tongue on that gorgeous pussy, or my cock inside you?”
Oh God, oh God, I’m going to lose this game. I’m desperate to stay strong, but the ache overwhelms me. “Both.”
He cups my tits and slides his tongue up my neck. “My greedy girl.” He pinches and tugs on my nipples, alternating between soft and hard, sending a rippling heated wave through me. “What if I said you had to choose one?”
My arousal leaks onto my thighs, and I swallow. “Don’t make me choose.”
His hand slides up and grips my neck and I swear, I’m done. He knows all my weak spots and will exploit everything to win. “Are you going to do what I say?”
“Yes… yes…” I say through my urgent haze.
“Good.” His voice is dangerously gruff. “You know I don’t like these games.”
He’s lying. My husband fucking loves these games.
And in a snap, he turns me to face him, and oh…
oh shit… he gives me the look, the one that shoots fear-laced shivers through my entire body.
Dark, demonic, dominant. He rips off the stethoscope and throws it on the dresser, grips my jacket and yanks it down in such a quick, sharp moment that I almost trip in my heeled boots.
But since he came back into my life, I know he will never, ever let me fall.
The fabric bites into my skin, and I moan at the sharp sting.
He traps my arms behind me, handcuffing my wrists in his palm, and dips his head.
He latches on to me, sucking and licking on my nipple as he pinches and plays with the other.
“Harder,” I moan and he sucks deeper, harder, leaving searing red marks on my flesh and oh God… it feels so good.
I wiggle an arm free from his grip, grab his jaw, and drag him off my chest to face me.
I slam my lips against his, claim him, push my tongue against his, and bite his lower lip because he’s fucking mine.
He grips my ass under the coat, and he tugs me into him.
“Looks like my baby wants to be in control today, huh?”
“I am in control,” I say, challenging him.
The sardonic grin that flashes on his face leaves a trail of heat down my spine. “What if I want to be in control?”
Without breaking my gaze, I shag out of the white coat, let it drop to the floor, and stand before him with nothing but my thigh high boots.
His eyes travel me with such raw hunger that my belly quivers.
That’s right, my love… I feed off this look, the sensation that if I snapped my fingers, he’d attack with such savage aggressiveness that I might never recover.
Fuck, I love him.
I bring his hand to my mouth and drag my tongue along his index finger that carries a hint of my taste and devour the way his eyes grow hungry.
I suck on it, then guide the moistened fingertip down my neck, my chest, my belly button, as Theo’s gaze travels along with it.
When I press his fingertips into my wet, impatient, heated flesh, his breath turns ragged. “How bad do you want this pussy?”
His eyes turn feral. “Give it to me. Now.”
Oh, God, I love teasing him. Feeling so wanted that my deeply controlled husband verges on breaking makes me salivate. “How bad?”
The muscle in his jaw tightens. “So fucking bad.”
A satisfied grin forms. “Good. Then you’ll do exactly as I say. Get on the bed.” Theo immediately starts to take off his shirt, and trust me, I love my husband naked. But tonight, I want it different. “Keep your clothes on,” I demand. “On the bed, on your back.”
He gives me a suspicious look, but does as I say, lying fully clothed on his back. His chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, as he watches me saunter to the bed. The ravenous look he’s giving me sends jolts through me, and I don’t know if I can hold out.
When I stand at the side of the bed, his hand instantly comes up to rub my ass. Clearly asserting his dominance, he gives my cheek one sharp slap, and I moan. Shit that feels good, and I might just change this entire scene and switch spots with him.
Stay strong.
He smooths out the sting, and even though I’m desperate for another spank, I grab his wrists. “And now, you don’t get to touch me.”
“Lex…”
“You know the rules,” I snap, trying to keep the desire out of my tone. “Hands at your side.”
Through a low growl, he does as he’s told.
God, he’s so mouthwateringly sexy. His eyes are wide, dilatated.
Hungry. I take my sweet ass time sliding his shirt up each firm, shuddering stomach muscle until I reach his chest. A moment passes, then another, as I feel his heartbeat thud under my palm.
I plant a kiss on his skin, then scrape my nails down his rippled torso.
“Fuck…” he hisses. When I bend over to kiss away the burn, my tits dangle in front of him, and he tries to lick me. But I move out of his reach, saturating myself in his frustrated groans, and sliding my tongue along the red claw marks.
When I get to his jeans, I slide my palm over his cock that’s pushing so hard against his pants it must hurt, and the sadistic side of me relishes in his frustrated pain.
My lips press against his stomach, trailing kisses against his tight, ridged torso, and my fingers hover above his jeans button.
I go slow, savoring the way my breath increases as I unbutton his jeans, the way his muscles flex, the way the metal zipper sounds as I tug it down.
When I slide my hands inside his boxers and palm his beautiful cock, I can barely hold myself back.
I tug down his jeans until his cock releases.
Mmmm… God, the glistening sheen, the silken skin, the hardening veins…
he’s so fucking beautiful. My mouth waters, but I hold back, instead spreading the precum around his crown with my thumb, and grazing my hand up and down, polishing him like a trophy.
“Oh, baby, that feels so good,” he says with a rattled breath. “Put it in your mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Even though I’m supposed to call the shots, my mouth needs him.
I drag my tongue on the side of his skin, all the way to the tip, and back down again, losing myself in his moans.
“God your mouth is heaven.” He reaches for me.
I immediately stop and lift a brow. “Fuck…” he says with an exasperated groan and grips the comforter.
“Good boy.” His cock twitches in my hand.
He’ll never admit it, but my husband has developed a bit of a praise kink over the last year.
I resume my slow torturous licks, taking in the salty skin and masculine scent that drives a possessive, raw hunger deep in my core.
I relax my throat, taking him as far as I can through the chokes and gags, through the tears streaming down my cheeks.