“How do you feel?”
“Infuckingcredible,” I mumble against the fabric of her corset. My fingers drunkenly fumbling with the ties in the back.
“Good. You did amazing, baby. Come on, lift your head so you can get some water.”
I shift around so I can sit up, careful not to take it too fast. I’m surprised I’m not more sore, but she’s done this before. She holds my drink, offering me a straw. I glance down and find my hands shaking. I also find that she’s cleaned off my chest while I blacked out. I drink the whole damn bottle and half of a second one while she giggles and sips on champagne. When I curl back in next to her, she feeds me fruit and the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted. “No one’s ever taken care of me after sex, not like this.”
“I’ll take care of you, Chase. From now on, I’ll make sure you’re praised and worshiped, just like you take care of me.”
“Can we do that again? Like another time?”
“I’d love to, Puppy. You looked so perfect when you lost control for me. Like artwork.” She brushes my hair back, and a whimper finds its way out of me. “Does anything hurt?”
I shake my head, finding the string from earlier and pulling it. Her breasts spill out of her corset, and I wrap around her again, resting my head on her bare chest.
I’m losing the battle with sleep and I glance up at her through lazy eyes, remembering something she said at the pier. “You know, you don’t need a prince to save you, Ren.”
“I don’t?”
“Fuck no. You’re not a princess, Renate Silva. You’re a fucking queen. You’re my queen.”
Her soft laughter becomes even softer kisses as she pulls the blanket over me again. Just before I drift off, she whispers, “I love you so much, Chase Cooper. I’m so glad you found me. So glad you’re my king.”
CHAPTER34
DESIRE
MEG MYERS
I flopdown on the couch, working one shoe off with the toe of the other, while covering my face with a pillow before the dogs can slobber all over me. Between the three television interviews for the movie going to Cannes and my therapy appointment, I’m fucking beat. It takes a minute before I notice I’m missing two dogs climbing all over me and begging for attention. I don’t even hear their toes tapping around anywhere in the house. But it would be hard to hear that over the loud Latin music coming from the backyard.
Pulling the pillow away and tossing it to the other side of the couch, I lean over to get a better view of the patio. This isn’t the pool cleaner’s jam, and not Devin’s either, but he’s at the rink anyhow. I spot Pongo laying on his bed, and Lulu as she bounces around with one of her toys. There’s movement and I find the reason for the music and why the dogs are ignoring me. Ren bends over into a pose on her mat—showing off her perfect ass and thick thighs. God, I love yoga pants.
She’s been trying meditation and yoga to see if it helps with the stiffness in her joints. In reality, she’s doing it because she’s sick and tired of everyone recommending it, so now she’ll be able to tell them to fuck all the way off. Although, the view I have right now has me hopeful it will work for her. I check the clock and see there’s still plenty of time before the guys should be here for the game.
Ren stands up again into a tree pose, holds it, and switches into a cat pose. She’s on her hands and knees with her back bowed, pushing her ass up higher. I’m relieved that she doesn’t do yoga naked because I’m sure I would have just died. Instead, I unbutton my pants and shove my hand into my boxers. She gives her ass a little shake as my thumb slides over the tip of my cock and I can’t hold back the moan. I want her so fucking bad, but this could be fun.
Admiring her like this feels a little pervy and a lot voyeuristic, but that’s also making it even hotter. I’m biting my lip so hard I should taste blood any minute now, but I’m focused elsewhere while I continue my long, slow strokes. I picture her red lips, perfect and parted as I slide into her mouth. How fucking incredible she feels when I hit the back of her throat. The thought of that thing she does before she rolls her tongue makes my hips jerk upward.I’m imagining what it would be like to have my face buried in her while she’s trying to balance.
She looks like a fucking angel out there, the sun in her hair and that skin tight outfit on. My hand pumps faster, slick pre-cum beading on the tip. I don’t want my hand; I want her. All of her. But there’s something about seeing her like this that’s making me lose my mind.
She goes into the child pose with her hand in her leggings as she plays with herself for me. My hips roll at the sight, wanting to slam up against those fucking thighs. She sits up again, still not turning to look at me as she hooks her thumbs into her leggings and pulls them over her ass. She goes right back into child pose, sliding her thong to the side so I have a front-row seat to her soaking wet cunt.
There’s a loud, pornographic moan that isn’t coming from me. “Chaaase,” she whines so loud the neighbors could hear her. Not that I give a fuck. “I need your big fucking cock right now.”
Like she has a leash on me, I’m up and leaving my pants behind as I hurry out to the pool. “Lulu, Pongo, inside.” I don’t even wait to make sure they listen, kneeling behind her, spreading her cheeks wide, and diving my tongue into that glistening pussy I love so damn much.
“Oh yeah, just like that baby,” she coos, still rubbing her clit in tight little circles while I devour her. I grab her legs, pulling them wider apart before I hook my arms under them and lift her to my mouth. She has to stop playing with herself so she doesn’t fall over, but my tongue takes the place of her fingers and she’s crooning my fucking name. Mine. Because I’m the one about to make her come so hard she sees stars. My fucking stars.
Her body shakes and I can feel the orgasm ripping through her. I drop her back onto the mat, keeping her elbows on the ground and her ass up. A second later, I bury my cock deep inside her quivering pussy as she screams my name again.
“Atta girl, Christ, you feel amazing.” I lean over her, grabbing her tit and squeezing while I lick the shell of her ear. “You enjoy teasing me, don’t you? Putting that pussy on display and making me wait for it. What if Steve came over early and saw you out here like this? What if the pool guy found your fingers inmypussy? Saw you out here, dripping wet and begging for someone’s cock to fill you up.”
“You like that, don’t you Puppy? The thought of some other man watching me, seeing how much I beg for your cock?”
“Maybe, so long as they never touch you.”
“It’s your cock I want, Puppy. Only yours.”
