She wasn’t going back to her apartment.
Because he forbid it.
Silly man.
But boy, did she adore him.
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Tabby wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her.
So good.
She couldn’t believe that she’d never realized how wonderful kissing could be. That she could feel this much for someone.
It was Friday night. They had the whole weekend to spend together. She couldn’t wait. They’d been working long hours the last couple of days in order to clear some workload, so Razor could have the weekend off.
Razor liked to grumble about her working too much when she insisted on staying late with him, but she’d rather be with him. And she knew he wouldn’t be happy with her going home on her own.
They were still going back to her apartment every second day to check on her fish. She wondered if it was even worth keeping the apartment. But then, it was too soon to think about getting rid of it, right?
Not that she ever wanted to think about going back there. That would be devastating. She couldn’t imagine life now without Razor.
Nope. Not happening. But she wouldn’t mind postponing that conversation with her cousin for as long as possible. It wasn’t something she could just bring up during their weekly catch-ups.
Razor drew his lips away from hers. “Time for bed, Tabby-baby.”
“All right.” If he wanted to move this to the bedroom, she was all for that.
“You need your sleep. I’ve got a busy weekend planned.”
“You do?” she asked while frowning. Sleep? Who wanted to sleep? Her body was on fire. She needed to come more than she needed to rest. “What is it?”
“That’s a surprise.” He tapped her nose. “What’s that pout about?”
“Nothing.” Climbing off his lap, she sighed. She guessed she’d just go get ready for bed.
He grabbed her hand. “You know better than to say that nothing’s wrong. Talk. Now.”
So far, other than a few threats to pop her ass, he hadn’t really gotten stern with her. Definitely hadn’t punished her. Then again, she’d been careful to be on her best behavior. The last thing she wanted was to annoy him.
“Tabby,” he warned. “I’m going to count to three, then you better spit it out. One.”
She bit her lip.
“Two.”
“Don’t you want to have sex with me?” she blurted out.
His mouth dropped open, his eyes widening as he stared up at her. Great. She’d rendered him speechless.
Good job, Tabby.
“You think I don’t want to have sex with you?” He sounded so incredulous that she started to think she’d misread the situation.
But if she had, then why hadn’t he moved beyond kissing and touching her?
“Baby girl, why do you think I take an extra-long shower every night before bed?”
“I don’t know.” She had noticed him taking a while.
“And have you not noticed how hard I am every morning when I wake up?”
“Isn’t that a normal male reaction?”
“Maybe when you’re nineteen, not fucking forty-nine. I’ve had so many damn hard-ons in the last week that I’m starting to think I’m going to strain something. Maybe my hand from rubbing one out so much.” He stretched out his hand.
It was her turn to gape at him. Did he seriously just say that? Or had she misunderstood?
“Do you mean, are you saying that . . .”
“There’s a reason my showers are extra-long? Yep.”
“Oh my God! Why!”
“What do you mean, why? Because it was getting fucking painful, plus I didn’t want to come to bed with a hard-on and scare the shit out of you.”
“But I would have . . . I could have . . . I’m right here! Why wouldn’t you want me to do that?”
A wave of rejection filled her. She lowered her gaze to her feet.
His hand cupped her chin and he raised her face. “Fuck, baby. Who the hell do you think I’m thinking of while I’m jacking myself off? I close my eyes and I imagine it’s your hand around my dick. Your mouth. That you’re underneath me, riding me, that I have my mouth on that pussy which I just know is going to be lush and perfect.”
She flushed. He couldn’t know that. And just the thought of doing any of that with him was making her squirm.
“I want that. All of it. What I don’t want is to push you too far too fast.”
“You’re not,” she insisted.
“You were in an abusive relationship. The only sex you’ve known was forced on you. The last thing I want is to reawaken old nightmares. To hurt you.”
Reaching up, she cupped his cheeks. “Remember how you said I wasn’t weak and you wouldn’t treat me like I was? I know what I want. It’s you.”
“Then why the fuck didn’t you say so earlier? Would have saved me getting repetitive strain.”
She gaped at him. She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. Then he grinned at her, his perfect white teeth flashing at her.
The ass.
She whacked her hand against his chest then sucked in a breath. Ouch!
“Shit! Did you hurt yourself?”
“Nah, it’s fine.” Damn, that was embarrassing. Just what was he made of? Concrete?
“Let me see.” He grabbed hold of her hand and gently inspected it. “I’ve got just what you need to make it feel better.”
To her shock, he raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently. “There, Daddy’s magic kisses will make it all better.”
She swallowed, trying to wet her dry throat. “Does he have any other magic kisses?”
“He does. Where would you like these magic kisses?”
She didn’t know if she could say it out loud, so instead, she grabbed his hand and placed his fingers on her mouth.
“Anywhere else?” he asked as he moved forward, pushing her backward. He placed one hand on her hip.
She lowered his hand to her neck.
“Oh yeah.”
Then down to her breast.
“Fuck, baby, yes. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on your breasts.”
Lord help her. She bravely reached down over her tummy to her pussy. She pushed his fingers against her mound.
“Christ, that’s it. I’m picking you up.”
The warning came two seconds before he had her in the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on tight. Turning, he carried her into the bedroom.
Carefully, he placed her down on the bed then he lay next to her. His lips lowered to hers. “Tell me if there’s anything you don’t like.”
“Just don’t make me wait. I can’t go another week or two without coming.”
“You mean you haven’t been playing with yourself?” he asked.
“What?” she squeaked.
“Do you have a vibrator? Or have you just been using your fingers?”
There was something in his gaze. Something cheeky and knowing.
“Oh my God!” she yelled. She tried to get away, but he held her tight. “You heard me that night, didn’t you? Oh no. I’m so embarrassed!”
He let out a low chuckle. “Baby girl, I just told you that I’ve been jacking off each night in the shower, how is admitting that you made yourself come while you were staying in my spare room any more embarrassing?”
“I don’t know!” she wailed. “It just is. We weren’t together then. And you heard me . . . heard me . . . oh my God! I’m mortified!” Grabbing the neckline of her top, she drew it up over her face, hiding herself from him.
* * *
So, hiding under her clothing was a new one. Covering her face was another way of hiding from him. And he couldn’t allow it.
“Would it help if you saw me jack off?” he asked casually.
His balls were already aching at the thought of her watching him.
For a moment, he thought she hadn’t heard. Or that she had heard but it made no differe
nce. Then she peeked out over the top of her shirt.
Damn, that was cute.
He tapped her nose. “Come out here.” He kept his voice soft but firm. “You know that hiding isn’t allowed.”
She mumbled something under her breath. Something that sounded rather sassy and naughty and likely would have earned her some corner time under other circumstances.
“You’re riding close to a punishment, little girl. It’s only because I know that you need to talk about this that you aren’t standing in a corner right now.”
“That’s not fair!”
“I don’t want you hiding from me,” he said firmly. “And I don’t like how you just curled in on yourself. There isn’t anything you can’t tell me, remember?”
“Yes, but . . . we weren’t together then.”
“So? You want to know what I did when I heard you cry out like that?”
“I suppose so.” She didn’t look too sure.
“I took myself off for an icy shower.”
“You did?”
“Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever heard. In fact, it kept playing over and over in my mind.” He drew her up onto his lap so she straddled him. “I want to hear you make that noise again.”
“Really?” The tension and embarrassment in her face eased.
“Yeah, only I want to hear you scream those noises. And I want it to be my name that you yell.”
She flushed.
“I’m fucking hard just talking about this.”
“Can I see?” she whispered shyly.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. You can see. You can touch. You can do whatever you like. Sit up for a second.”
As she drew her weight off his legs, he undid his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. She took in a sharp breath and he waited for her to say something.
“Have I shocked you into silence with how magnificent my dick is?” he drawled. “I mean, I get it. Can’t blame you for being awed.”
“W-what?” she said then she burst into laughter. “Magnificent? Awed? Is that what you think, huh?”
He loved when she smiled. She looked so carefree. So sweet. Happy. That was how he always wanted her to look.
All he wanted was her happiness.
Reaching down, he grasped his dick around the base.
“You don’t think it’s magnificent? You’ll hurt its feelings.”
“Oh, your dick has feelings, huh?”
With each ridiculous thing he said, the tension left her shoulders and the red retreated from her cheeks. If he had to make an idiot out of himself to make her feel less self-conscious and more at ease, then that was just what he was going to do.
“Sure does. And right now, he’s sad.”
She raised her eyebrows. “He doesn’t look sad. He looks enormous.”
“Well, now he feels happier.”
“Your dick has emotions?”
“Darn right he does.” Reaching out with his other hand, he tilted up her chin. “I’d never hurt you.”
“I know. But wow, sometimes I can barely take my vibrator, and you’re way bigger.”
“You sure know how to flatter a guy’s dick.”
“Oh, he’s happier now, huh?” she asked.
“Look at him. He’s on top of the fucking world.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Where’s your vibrator?” he asked.
She bit her lip. “It’s back at my apartment.”
“We’ll get it when we next go back. You want to touch?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her gaze darted from his dick to his eyes then back to his dick. “You’ll tell me if I do anything wrong?”
“You’ll do just fine.” He moved his hand away, leaning back against the headboard to give her more room. And then she was touching him. Holy fucking shit. Lightly at first. So light it was like the worst of teases. Softer than a butterfly’s wings.
“Baby girl?”
“Yeah?”
“He won’t break.”
“Oh. Right.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. “Better?”
“Fuck, yes. Now, if you’d just move your hand, I’d be fucking ecstatic.”
She ran her hand up and down his dick. “He’s so hard yet soft.” She ran her thumb over the head. “So pretty.”
“He’s not pretty.”
“Yeah, he is.”
“Dear Lord, you’re gonna give him a complex.”
She giggled. “I think he’ll survive. Can I take him into my mouth?”
Killing him. She was killing him.
“Yep,” he said on a low groan as she moved. He drew off his pants and boxers then spread his legs. She got onto her knees between his thighs. Leaning over, she grasped hold of the base of him again, she took him deep into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl. You have no idea how fucking good that feels. That’s it. Take me deeper. Hell.”
His breathing started to quicken. He was so hot, he was sweating. Pulling off his T-shirt, he tried to move as little as possible, so he didn’t jolt her. Then he lay back against the headboard, enjoying the feel of her mouth wrapped around his cock.
* * *
Okay, she liked this way more than she thought she would. The feel of him in her mouth somehow settled her. It was weird. She felt almost powerful. As though she could do anything. Maybe she liked being in charge. Was that it?
No, not really. She didn’t want to tell Razor what to do. She scoffed at the idea. Yeah, she had no inclination to do that.
But there was something about this that made her feel good, deep inside. She pushed aside the thought as she concentrated on giving him pleasure. Moving her hand to the base of his thick shaft, she ran it up and down his cock while she took the head into her mouth, sucking strongly.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck, yes.”
She had to smile at the breathless tone in his voice. He definitely enjoyed what she was doing. Maybe that was it? She got a thrill out of pleasing him? He was always doing stuff for her.
Maybe she simply liked pleasing him.
What else could she try? An idea came to her, but she wasn’t sure how he’d feel. She pulled her mouth back. “Can I touch your balls?”
She kept her eyes on his chin.
“Meet my eyes and then ask again. This time say please.”
The command in his voice shocked her, even as it sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
She forced her gaze up. Met the heat in his. “Please, can I touch your balls?”
“Sir,” he added.
“Can I touch your balls, Sir?”
“You can. Now, get back to sucking my cock.”
Oh yeah. That commanding tone just did it for her. She decided it didn’t matter why. It just was. She lowered her mouth to his dick, moving her hand so she could lightly cup his balls. Damn, she loved the feel of him. The way his breath hitched. She wanted to make him lose control. She constantly felt out of control around him, so it was only fair, right?
“That’s it. Fuck, yes. Baby, I’m going to wrap my hand around your braid. Just to guide you, not force you. I need you to tell me if that’s not okay.”
Oh Lord. Her stomach melted. She loved that he always took care of her. No matter what.
“It’s fine, Sir.”
“Good girl. You’ll tell me to stop if you need to.” He wrapped his hand around her braid and tugged lightly. He paused, waiting to see how she’d react. But there was nothing but heat. She returned to his dick, bobbing her head. He lightly guided her and she moved with him. Slow then faster. Then slower again.
“That’s it. Fuck, yes, baby girl. Fuck. Fuck.” He groaned, a deep noise that she longed to hear over and over.
It was going to become an addiction. She could feel it.
“All right, baby girl. Pull back. I’m going to come.” He tugged lightly on her hair, but she shook her head and felt him let her braid go.
“Sure, baby? I can’t hold back.”
She took him as deep a
s she could without gagging then he released in her mouth. The taste wasn’t bad. Sweet and salty. Sounded weird. But it worked.
When he was finished, she drew back and stared down at him. He was panting slightly, relaxed. He looked like some kind of God, resting on his throne. Gorgeous. Sexy. Ripped.
And all hers.
Without even thinking about it, she licked a line along his dick, then placing her hands on his shoulders, she sucked on his nipple.
She moved to the other nipple.
“Fuck, baby girl. That feels good. But there’s no way for him to get hard again this quick.” Reaching down, he drew her head up so he could kiss her. He didn’t seem to care that he’d just come in her mouth. Then he drew back. “Now it’s my turn.”
“You don’t have to,” she whispered.
“Uh-uh,” he scolded. “There’s no going shy on me now. And why the fuck wouldn’t I want to worship every inch of your fucking body? It belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
She mustn’t have answered him quickly enough because he grasped hold of her chin. His touch was light but sure against her skin. “Doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it belongs to you. Like yours belongs to me.” Because she would never be someone’s possession again. Not unless they belonged to her as well.
“Damn straight it does,” he told her. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Her entire body tingled from the tips of her toes all the way to the top of her head.
“Now, I want you to get off the bed and strip,” he commanded.
Oh fuck.
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He waited to see what she would do. If she wasn’t ready for this, then he wouldn’t push her. This had to be at her pace.
But shock and pleasure filled him as she climbed off the bed and stood next to it. Her hands shook as she attempted to strip.
“Would you like some help?” he asked, wanting to ease her stress.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
He got off the bed and drew her top over her head. All she wore underneath was a lacy, black bra. It stood in sharp contrast to her creamy skin. Reaching around her, he undid her bra, pulling it off her arms. He leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of her shoulder then down her collarbone. He moved lower until he got to the top of her breast.
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