Page 41 of Crave Me
I shifted so she could escape from where I’d caged her in with my thighs and turned, my eyes on the sway of her flannel covered hips as she sauntered over to her bedroom, pushed the frosted glass door open, and disappeared behind it.
“Holy shit,” I muttered to myself, wiping a hand down my face.
I stood and grabbed my beer, taking another hefty swallow before I slammed it back down onto the counter.
Screw it.
Permanent decisions didn’t have to be made tonight. I’d take what I wanted from my sub, teach her a Dom could change the rules if he wanted, and do with her what I’d wanted to do since the first time she was naked in front of me.
“Good girl, Little Bird,” I muttered as I entered her room. My focus and self-control pulled tight.
She’d flung her pajamas against the far wall, dropped to her knees right by her bed, and spread her legs so I could see her pussy.
Beautiful. Fragile like crystal with a resolve of diamonds. Chloe might have been small in stature, but in everything else she was mighty.
I kicked off my running shoes and socks and closed the space between us in three quick strides.
She didn’t lift her head when I stepped in front of her, and for the second time in a row, her obedience stunned me. Her submission seemed deeply ingrained and desired inside of her.
“Remove my pants and take out my dick,” I ordered, my hand resting on top of her head. She rose off her heels to reach my hips, and as her slim fingers curled into my waistband, I fought back the urge to dump my load right there.
Her fingers, small and soft like silk, skated around the edge of the band, teasing me, dipping down beneath my pants to touch me, to explore.
“I wanted to play too, sir,” she whispered. Her eyes flickered to me. There wasn’t a question in them, but a burning need to have her hands on me, something I’d wholly denied her before.
I cracked, just a bit. She wanted to play and I wanted her hands all over me, memorizing and knowing every inch of me. “I’m not asking, I’m ordering you to hurry.”
As if she caught the strain in my voice, she pressed her lips together and returned to her task.
I stood still, knees locked, my cock aching for the wet warmth of her mouth. She drifted her fingertips over my hipbones, up the curve of my stomach, along the ridge down the center of my abs, to the hair trailing beneath my pants.
I gave her time. Minutes, not nearly as much as she wanted, but her glazed expression, the lust darkening her eyes every time she grazed my skin left my cock demanding the attention it was due.
“Now, Chloe.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her hands went to my pants and she pushed them down, the slick lining of my pants cooling my legs as they fell to my feet. I stepped out of them, wrapped my hand around my dick and offered it to her like a gift.
Her tongue darted out and wetted her lips. A rosy hue seared the curve of her cheekbones. She glanced at me through her lashes, dark and curved. “Can I still touch you?”
I nodded once. “Until I decide you’re done and I fuck your mouth.” She shivered at my warning and my fingers dug into her scalp. “It shocks me how much you like it when I talk dirty to you.”
“Is it bad?”
I had the answer on the tip of my tongue. But she wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroked it once, and all communicable thought fled my brain. I was a pretty smart guy—straight A’s in college even while I was playing hockey until I injured my knee. I paid attention to the news, researched charities where I could donate my time and money. Hell, I sat on the board of the heart association charity where I’d last seen Chloe. I wasn’t an idiot.
But a woman’s lips wrapped around the head of my cock? I lost all intelligence. Chloe’s mouth was better than most. I was big. Thick. So large I’d have to be gentle with her when I did take over. She struggled, wet my dick with her saliva and left one small hand wrapped around my base. Her fingers and thumb barely touched and her mouth didn’t look like it could stretch further. I stayed still, let her play. Let her rock herself back and forth, glide up and down my dick while she also worked me with her other hand.
“Touch yourself,” I grunted. I needed her close. Wanted her coming when I shot my seed down her throat. “Run your fingers through your pussy, Chloe.”
She moaned, the vibrations shooting a flame of need down my dick, and I took over.
I pressed the sides of her head and stopped her from taking me deeper. Her eyes widened, whipped up to meet my steely gaze.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to fuck yourself. Understand?”
Another vibration around my dick as she replied and my lip curled. Damn it. Sexy as sin and ornery as the devil.
I waited until she dropped her hand from my dick to her center. She spread her thighs further apart, which forced her to fall back on her heels. The move tilted her head back and, exposed her throat, ready for me.
