Page 68 of Negotiation Tactics
“Alistair,” I whine, because I’m too turned on to have a conversation right now.
But he’s having none of that apparently, because he loves to tease and be in charge, and well, I get off on it too. “How’s the kitchen line coming along?”
“Less talking and more fucking maybe?”
He chuckles, the dark sound stirring up my insides, and then he slips his fingers out of me and takes a step back. He tucks his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket ashe leans against the opposite wall, giving me an expectant look.
I roll my eyes and give his very prominent hard-on a pointed look. He shrugs.
“Are you kidding me right now? Ugh, fine! I’m doing some rough sketches of the overall look for the apartment. And I also have that case against the asshole housekeeping company from Eugene. So, I will be extra busy for the next few days, I’m afraid. You will barely see me around and I might need to stay in the union office after hours again.” It’s a lie since I’m a master of time managing between my studies, the internship at Christy’s interior design company and my now part-time work as the vice-head of the Union after Demi stepped up.
That gets him moving and right back where I want him—plastered against me as he cages me against the wall. “We can’t have that, can we now?” he purrs, fumbling with the zipper of his pants while the desire in his voice rushes to my core.
“I might have an incentive to try and get home on time, I suppose, since you are back and all,” I concede, then bite off a moan as he gropes my ass and starts kneading it.
Things are moving along and fast. He’s ravenous, his desperation palpable in every touch and breath.
“How about I give you another reason?” he whispers, canting his hips back and forth.
I’m gonna die if we don’t fuck in the next two minutes. I open my mouth to say as much, but he chuckles and picks me up. Taking the stairs two at a time, he carries me to our room and plops me on the bed. A pink bag sits on the nightstand, decorated with white ribbons.
“What’s that?” I ask, curious about the contents.
“Presents. For you.”
The way he says it is so smug, I can’t help but peek. Inside the gift bag, I find a new jockstrap, a paddle and a black leather collar with my name on it. The first two make sense, but the collar confuses me because I already have one which has Alistair’s name engraved. Unless…
Smiling, I take out the accessory and beckon Alistair closer. He complies and offers me his neck. Joy floods my chest as I put the collar on him.
“Maybe you should attach this…” he says, producing a leash from somewhere.
My cock jerks in interest, hard and already leaking. “Mm, I see you remember your promise.”
He hums, nuzzling my cheek. “Of course. You were such a good boy last time, so how could I not get you the reward you deserve?”
God, I love this man. He drives me crazy with lust and affection just by being himself. Every day is so much fun with him by my side, and I can’t imagine my life without him anymore. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. You’ve no idea.” He’s kissing my neck now, my jaw, my shoulders. His hands are roaming too, gentle and reverent like they are caressing a precious treasure. “Next time, you are coming with me. Christine will just have to deal with you working remotely.”
I laugh, grasping his rock-hard erection. It rips a sexy groan out of him. “I don’t know. You aren’t exactly convincing me still dressed like this.”
He stands, drinking me in with awestruck eyes. I spread my legs and give myself a stroke through the jockstrap, biting on my lip at the fire that comes to life in those blue depths. I want to rile him up, to make him lose his mind so he devours me just how I need him to, because the truth is that I had a hard time being away from him.
Not taking his attention off me, he undresses, exposing that glorious canvas of muscle, sharp angles and smooth skin. My breath catches like it does every time I see him naked, and he doesn’t miss it. Satisfaction settles on his face, lifting one corner of his full lips as he climbs onto the bed and grabs my knees.
Fuck, there he is. The predator ready to strike.
I wait in anticipation for his next move. For a few seconds, his gaze just roams my body, mapping. It lingers on my still hidden dick, growing darker and more intense. Before I realize what is happening, he rips the jockstrap off me and dives for my cock, his hot mouth greedy and starving.
All I can do is moan as my back arches off the bed. His hands press down on my stomach and thigh, keeping me pinned down as he tongues my slit and swallows me down to the root. He knows everything that I like and he takes advantage of that, sucking on the underside of my cockhead before sliding down the shaft.
My eyes roll back. I’ve not touched myself since he left and it’s made me extra sensitive, every caress sending a storm of pleasure to my core.
“Stop,” I beg through gritted teeth as I fight off waves of tingling electricity. “Or I’ll come. I want you inside me.”
“So needy,” he hums, nuzzling the area between my crotch and my thigh.
“Please, Alistair. I love how your cock feels moving inside me. Make me your slut.”
