by Sykes, Julia
Wham-bam-thank you ma’am. Time to go Rose.
I propped myself up on my elbows and started tugging down on my dress. His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me back down onto the bed. I looked up at him, confused.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.
“Um, getting dressed?” It came out as a question. Clayton was throwing me for a loop.
“Don’t.” It was a simple word, but it was spoken like an order. The clear, commanding tone of his voice made me shiver. My hands fell away from my dress instantly, and my legs parted slightly as I relaxed, my body instinctively offering itself to him. He cocked his head to the side, studying me for a long moment. My breaths came more quickly as he regarded me in silence, and that all-consuming need that he had only just purged from me came growling back to life.
“Stay.”
With only that one word, I froze. Clayton left my line of sight. My eyes wanted to follow him, but I didn’t move; I hardly breathed. I could hear water running, so I guessed that he was in the bathroom. Did he know what he was doing to me? Did he understand the game that I thought we were playing?
My body didn’t care if he knew what he was doing or not; it just wanted more of whatever this was. It wanted more of him.
The sound of his approaching footsteps told me that he was coming back. I thought about standing, pulling down my dress, and getting out of there ASAP. That’s what any normal person would have done. Hell, that’s what I would have done.
But when I saw Clayton, all temptation to leave evaporated. He had gotten undressed while I wasn’t watching him. And holy fuck, was he perfect. I had been with a lot of big, brawny guys who literally put in hours every day at the gym. Clayton wasn’t bulky like them, but every part of his body was flawlessly sculpted and balanced. He didn’t have beefy arms in order to make up for the tiny calves he hid under his baggy jeans, and he didn’t have huge pecs to draw attention away from his doughy stomach. He was breathtaking.
I was overwhelmed by the desire to touch him, to run my fingertips along the contours of him. Pushing myself up, I reached for him.
“I thought I told you to stay,” he said sternly.
I gasped in shock, and my body reacted before my mind could catch up. I dropped back onto the mattress, my arms falling to either side of me with my wrists facing upward, willingly exposing my physical vulnerabilities. “Sorry,” I whispered automatically.
His grin was both pleased and predatory. “You really do like it when I’m bossy, don’t you?”
I smiled back at him wickedly. “You don’t know the half of it.”
“I’m sure I don’t,” he agreed easily. “But I’m a quick study.” His rough fingertips brushed against my inner thigh, and I jumped as even that slightest contact sent pleasure arcing through me. He instantly withdrew his touch, fixing me with a reprimanding stare. He didn’t have to say it aloud again for me to know what that look meant: Stay.
This time, it took concerted effort to force my body to relax.
He waited before touching me again, watching my reactions as he drew out the tension. The longer he waited, the hotter I got for him. God, the man was teasing me with nothing but the sight of his body and the mere promise of his touch, and already I was close to begging him to give me what I craved. When his palms finally slid up either side of my waist, slowly peeling my dress off my body, I couldn’t hold back a strangled sigh of relief. But my torment was only just beginning.
I shifted my arms compliantly so that he could tug the dress over my head, but he suddenly stopped his steady progress. The thick, stretchy material still covered my eyes, and my arms were trapped on either side of my head.
“Stay.” The command was a low growl at my ear, and I shuddered in delight at the sound of it. I could easily get out of this makeshift bondage if I wanted to, but I so didn’t want to. If I had thought my body was alive with need before, all of my nerve endings were positively crackling now that I could no longer see what Clayton was doing to me. He was everywhere and nowhere; his warm breath, hot tongue, and clever fingers roved over my body, but he never quite touched me where I needed it most. All of my muscles tensed until I was taut as a bowstring from the effort of staying still.
“Are you… sure… you haven’t done this before?” I panted, my voice trembling almost as violently as my body.
Clayton’s warmth withdrew abruptly, and a soft whine escaped me at the loss.
“No. Why?” He asked. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“No!” I cried desperately, yearning for his maddening caresses to resume. “God, no. Please…”
His low, rumbling chuckle moved over and through me like a palpable thing, making me shiver. “That’s what I thought.” His tongue traced along the bottom of my earlobe before drawing it between his teeth. He bit down, and the sharp little pain contrasted beautifully with the soft flicks of his tongue. The raw, lustful sound that was pulled from my throat shocked me.
“I told you,” he said smoothly. “I’m a quick study.”
It probably wasn’t healthy that I found his smug tone so incredibly arousing. His cocky attitude only further inflamed my desire, and my nipples and clit were already throbbing painfully. “Please, Clayton…”
“I like that part,” he commented as he trailed whisper-soft kisses down my neck.
He wanted me to beg? If that was all it would take to get him to release me from this sweet torture, then I would do it gladly.
“Please. Please touch me.”
I gasped as he kissed the swell of my breast. He was so close, so close…
“Say my name.”
“Please, Clayton!”
Some dim part of me knew that I should be alarmed at the intimacy of what was passing between us. But the entirety of the rest of my being was focused on the gathering storm inside of me.
He grasped my breast and squeezed roughly, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. At the same time, his other hand stroked my aching clit. He swallowed my ecstatic scream as his lips came down hard on mine. His tongue plundered my mouth as I came, as though he could consume the pleasure that he had harvested from my body.
I had only just begun to come down from my high when he ripped the dress off of me completely. The light that suddenly flooded my world seared my eyes, and I blinked hard to clear the spots that clouded my vision. Clayton’s gaze captivated me instantly. He looked… ravenous.
“Touch me,” he ordered, his voice harsh. I clearly wasn’t the only one who had been suffering while he teased me.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. My hands eagerly explored him, roving over the hard planes of his chest and his rippling abs, dipping lower to tug at the trail of light curls that led to his throbbing erection. He let out a low curse and tore open another condom wrapper. As soon as it was on, we tumbled back onto the bed. My legs were wrapped around his waist, inviting him in. I writhed beneath him as he entered me slowly, stretching me. The lingering soreness from our first frantic coupling only make the sensations that much more erotic. A sheen of sweat glistened on Clayton’s brow as he visibly held himself back this time.
“Harder,” I begged. “Like before.”
“I won’t last long that way, babe,” he admitted, his voice tight with strain.
“I won’t either. Please, Clayton.”
“Fuck!” Those words were like a trigger, and the wild beast within him was back in control. His ferocity, his raw power, when he was like this completely overwhelmed me. I gave over to mindless lust, allowing my body to clash with his instinctively. My orgasm claimed me with a violence that I had never known before, and my fingernails raked down his back as I strained to hold him impossibly closer. He roared out his orgasm, throwing his head back as his cock pumped within me.
I don’t know how long he lay atop me, still inside me, but I knew that I never wanted it to end. But even when he did finally free himself from me, he still held me close. I rested my head on his chest, breathing in his
enthralling scent as I fell into blissfully peaceful sleep.
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