by Lilia Moon
She sits up and straddles me, and I can tell by the fiercely amused look on her face that she’s not swallowing any of my crap. “This is you thinking you know what I need in my life and trying to sneak it by me when I’m weak from pizza and too much sex.”
Pretty much. “Guilty. Sorry.” She’s made very clear that she wants the man as much as she wants the Dom, and there are lines. Which I keep crossing. “It would be a low-key gig, a chance to have some music in your life with a couple of guys I won’t need to kill, and I’d get to hear you sing.” Which is another addiction I’m rapidly growing, even if right now it’s mostly only in the shower.
She’s rubbing herself slowly up and down my cock, which seems to be having second thoughts on his planned nap. “There would need to be some rules.”
I growl and hold her hips still. “We need to have another chat about topping from the bottom, beautiful.”
She laughs. “I’m on top right now. And you’re avoiding my rules.”
She’s warm and wet and if I lift her a few inches we can have this discussion while she’s riding my cock. I do the deed and groan as I slide in. We’ve done the tests and ditched the condoms, and this right here is pretty much my definition of heaven.
She slaps my hands off her hips and holds herself as primly as she can with a cock balls deep in her pussy. “Rules. No scening while I’m singing. That means no plugs, no clamps, no skimpy outfits.”
She’s still too new to understand all the doors she’s left open. I man up and close them for her. “Okay. I’ll keep my distractions minimal.”
She grinds a tight, sexy circle and snickers. “You have no idea what that word means, tough guy.”
I grin and thrust up into her a few times. “Sure I do. It means you don’t want to squeak while you sing.”
She splutters and gives my nipple ring a tug. “I don’t squeak.”
I want to fuck her until she’s very convinced of the error of that statement, but teasing Scorpio is one of my very favorite things, and this orgasm isn’t coming nearly as soon as she thinks it is. “Any ideas yet about where we should go on our vacation?” We’ve booked the same week off and I don’t intend to spend it on her couch, no matter how much I like it here.
She leans down and her eyes have that soft, melty look in them that still slays me, every damn time. “Somewhere we can hold hands in daylight.”
I catch her fingers in mine, because that’s become one of my favorite things and she knows it. And thrust up into her, just so she doesn’t forget my other favorite thing. “That’s not going to get us plane tickets.”
She grins. “You’re so bossy.”
Not anymore. Someone has lulled her man into lazy, lustful complacency.
The love part—that’s all on me.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Epilogue - Scorpio
This whole talking-while-fucking thing is just plain weird, and we do it all the damn time. He slides into me at the breakfast table, in the shower, while we’re watching bad TV, while I’m reading. Not to interrupt whatever I’m doing. Not to have sex. Just to be inside me.
Eating Cheerios with a hard cock in my pussy is definitely a new relationship experience.
He says it’s all about being totally present in the in-betweens.
I stroke his cheek, because much as I want him to bend me over the couch right now and fuck me silly, there’s something I want more. This deep, everyday closeness that I’m learning to crave more than chocolate and sex and music combined.
But I have a rep to maintain. I tighten my inner muscles around him in the way I know he likes.
He growls.
The man is getting very good at making me beg. Or, in this case, answer his question, because that’s almost always the surest path to getting what I want. “I was thinking a beach. Ideally one where naked and alone happens a lot.”
“Mmmm. I like the sounds of that.” He slides backward on the couch far enough to prop himself partway up to sitting. All the better to fondle me. And to put our eyes on the same level. The man is the master of subtle power cues. Growling or not, right now he’s not my Dom—he’s just a guy with a naked woman in his lap who wants to go on a sandy vacation. “Maybe somewhere we can still get restaurant food.”
I snort. “What, you’re sick of eggs already?” It’s about the only thing either of us can cook.
He grins at me. “Gabby’s going to give cooking lessons. I set it up with Damon.”
I laugh so damn often with this man’s cock inside me. “In Fettered’s kitchen?”
He nods solemnly. “We Doms need to keep our skills up.”
At any other club that class would be put on for the subs. “You’re a smart and very sexy man, tough guy.”
He kisses me, long and intently, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me. Now we’re getting somewhere.
I nuzzle into his cheek and lay out my best bait. “Ari’s coming over soon. We should probably put some clothes on.”
He growls. “Define ‘soon.’”
I have no idea, but she’s smart enough to knock. And to go get coffee if she can hear his hand meeting my ass. “Probably not enough time. I know we’ve tired you out.”
He snorts. “Somebody wants a spanking.”
I bend down and mouth his nipple ring. “I totally do. How much harder do I have to work at it?”
He grins at me and thrusts a little harder. “I think I’ll just wait until Ari leaves so I can add on everything you earn while she’s here.” He reaches around behind me and slides a finger in my ass. “And because she’s your friend, you get a swat for every time she’s sassy too.”
I can’t help it—I start laughing, even though I’m close enough to coming that I’m going to be squeaking soon. “That is so not fair.” And absolutely my Dom giving me what I want.
He squeezes my nipple in time with the finger sliding in and out of my ass. “You can always tell her it’s your ass on the line and she should be on her best behavior.”
I bite his earlobe. “Right. Because that will totally make her behave.”
His fingers move faster. I arch my back, trying to put more of me into both of his hands.
He stops dead, pops me off his cock and onto his lap, and kisses my nose. “Go put on clothes. Ari will be here soon.”
My entire body wails at him. “I need to come, dammit.”
He raises an eyebrow, all arrogant Dom. “Be good or I won’t let you come tonight either.”
I want to sulk like a two year old, but I’m not sure I can handle the consequences. “That’s just plain mean.”
He leans over and whispers in my ear, “When she leaves, I want you in the shower, naked and waiting for me.”
My shower with the new, very sexy renovations. I climb off his lap and reach for the lacy underwear that seems to breed overnight when I’m not looking. I pull it on slowly and then reach for his t-shirt. I have a thing lately for being able to smell him when he’s not around.
He grins and stands up. “I’m going to go take a nap. Naked.”
I shake my head. “You are an evil, evil man.” One who obviously isn’t going to let me sleep again tonight.
A man keeping his promises. Every last one of them.
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That’s the end of the story, but if you want one last peek at Scorpio and Harlan at her first band practice, go to the next page and follow my instructions… xoxo Lilia
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