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“You should be draped in silk,” he murmured as he pulled them down. “No, I take it back, I prefer you this way.”
His hungry look made my embarrassment at his words flee. All I could think about was getting his lips on me. I grabbed his head with every intention of pulling him up for a kiss, but the lust in his eyes as I made the initial movement had me doing the exact opposite. I pushed his head down where I wanted him to be.
He didn’t waste a moment, pushing my thighs apart and settling. He started with a lick from the root to the tip of my painfully erect cock. I nearly lost all thought. His lips caused goosebumps along the skin on my thighs as he paid homage to my balls, his fingers dancing around my slick entrance. He feasted upon me, licking me, sucking me, and taking me into his mouth completely. It was all I could do not to explode, the evening ending far before it should. His noises of satisfaction had all sense of self-consciousness fading away into the abyss, and the inner sexy beast I hadn’t even known about before came out in full force. I writhed in pleasure beneath him, trying to get him to pay attention to where I wanted him most and watching him playfully torment me by ignoring it. He would dance around my hole, teasing me with the promise to fill me the way my body cried out to be filled.
As he finally added a finger to the mix, I nearly came undone. He chuckled, clearly knowing how much it affected me. Payback was going to be fun, once I got him in my mouth. I was so going to—
I had no idea what because he tsked, mumbled something about me being in my head and then focused on my hole, adding a second finger…finally. He swallowed me down one more time and before I could warn him of my impending climax, I found myself shooting down his throat, Porter swallowing every last drop of cum I offered him. Sexy. As. Fuck.
If he could have me soaring like this before I even got him undressed, or heck, even had my hands on him, what was he going to do to me by dawn?
I pulled him up, needing, in some weird primal way, to kiss him, to taste myself on him. He was quick to comply, his lips owning mine. He might pretend I was in charge, allowing me to show my desire with my actions, but there was no fooling me. This man was in control of all things tonight, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
My lust amped up as he crawled up my body and settled between my thighs, his erection pressing against me through his pants, letting me know exactly what I was doing to him, how I was turning him on. Our kiss was not as desperate as before, but it was no less raw and passionate.
“You. Are. Amazing,” he spoke between kisses as he made his way down my neck.
“I think that’s supposed to be my line.” I only half teased. It really should’ve been. I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to be able to do with his cock, which, by the feel of it, was something to be proud of, not that mine was anything to be embarrassed by.
“Up.” He tapped my shoulder, and I complied. The anticipation over what he was going to do had me buzzing, even if I was unsure where he was going with the sitting-up piece. It turned out it was for a very heated and mind-melting kiss before he stood up from the bed and lowered me down.
I reached to my side for the button of his slacks, needing him to be as naked as I.
“Patience, love. Patience.”
Patience was not something I was feeling.
Chapter Eight
Porter
I had been torn between drawing Michael’s first orgasm from him with my mouth on his dick or with my fingers plunged into his entrance, but the ecstasy of swallowing his gasps of pleasure, of seeing his eyes glaze over as he rose, crested, and fell under my control, the intimacy of that sight won out.
I stopped him as he reached to undress me. We had the whole night ahead, and if there was one thing this man was going to learn by morning—well, there were two things he would learn. The first was that I was in charge, always. I might let him play, but when it came to business and the bedroom, I pulled the final strings. The second, but no less important, was that he was the sexiest man in the world.
But the sight before me was better than that little fantasy. After removing his shirt completely, he lay on the bed, his lips glossy, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, chest heaving in the aftermath of his ecstasy.
I took my time arranging him. His stare followed me as I circled the bed. Porter drew his hands above his head which revealed the muscles of his abs more, their lines begging for my attention. I pressed his wrists lightly to the bed and whispered, “Don’t move these. You are chained by my will.”
He nodded, and I returned to his legs, spreading them as wide as I thought he could comfortably stretch. Then I pressed his ankles apart, whispering the same thing. “You are chained by my will.” How very much I wished I’d brought some ropes to play with for the night. He’d look amazing wearing my knots as he took my knot.
And now I had full access to his slick entrance so very much waiting for me. His scent, cinnamon and clove, had me harder than I’d ever been. Dare I dream he felt the same pull? The first frenzied stage of the evening had passed, and although my cock was growing ever harder, uncomfortably so, it would be beyond worth it. There was something about this man.
“You’re used to knowing what is going to happen next,” I told him, and if I’d thought he needed to know and wasn’t all-in, I’d have told him my itinerary without hesitation. But he didn’t want to know. Not really. “You make plans. You follow them. You rarely deviate, unless some immovable force makes you.” I picked my tie up from where it had fallen on the floor and circled the side of the bed to blindfold him. I bound it firmly, to shut out light. The merest tug would remove it. It was only an aid. The thing that bound my sexy Michael tonight wasn’t chains or ties, it was my desire—both his and mine.
“Tonight, I am the immovable force, and you may have had a plan, but I promise, what I have in store for you is infinitely better.”
He trembled at my words, and I saw his ass clench, his hips thrust upward. But he was amazing—his hands and ankles stayed as firmly as if I had locked them down.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to taste his nipples, wishing we had time to explore their sensitivity, to see how much pressure was enough to have his cock bouncing and if he preferred nibbles to pinches or possibly even sucking. But first, I licked a finger and drew a line across each nipple. Michael’s trembles intensified, his nipples hardening into tight nubs, and I wondered if I could make him come with just a few light touches and my words. I wasn’t patient enough for that, though. Not tonight. Why did he have to live here? I wondered briefly if I could convince him to accept my job offer, but that was ridiculous. Pressing him after sex would make it seem like I was offering to make him my paid booty call. No, that window had closed, and I needed to focus on the moments we had together, however brief they might be.
I slid off my pants and boxers, noticing his head turn toward the sound. Then I crawled over his body, pressing my burning erection against his soft skin, and I did what I’d been wanting to do since he first lay down shirtless; I traced the planes of his chest with my tongue. Michael gasped, and his hips bucked.
“I need you in me.” He whispered his plea.
“Patience, love,” I reminded him. “I want to hear your words, but I will not be rushed. Tell me how you feel, and I will give you what you need. It may not be what you want, however.”
“I feel...dizzy. And...desired. Your cock is so hard and hot, I can scarcely think of anything else.”
