I almost moved to help him, but I hesitated, choosing instead to watch him as he worked. There was something utterly domestic about what we were doing. He’d tucked Charlie in, made sure she was asleep, and now here we were, talking about the past as he cleaned up after game night. It wasn’t exciting or glamorous or over the top. It was easy, a glimpse into what I hoped the rest of my life would look like.
Plus, he was wearing a pair of grey, heathered sweatpants that had no reason being so sexy. How was I supposed to focus on cleaning up when I was so easily distracted?
When he finished, Grady turned to me, giving me a mocking smile. “Are you just going to gawk, or are you going to help?”
“I don’t know,” I said, crossing my legs. “I kind of like the look of you on your knees.”
I meant it as a joke, but didn’t miss the way his eyes flaredwith heat at my words. I’d never realized what a submissive side Grady had when we were younger. There wasn’t much discussion about kinks or fantasies back then. I’d never even explored that side until I discovered romance novels that helped me explore parts of my desires I didn’t know I had.
While I loved the thought of trusting someone enough to occasionally give up control of my body, I preferred to be the one calling the shots. I wanted to know I could stop at any time and be able to trust my partner to listen.
“And I like the look of you right there. My god,” he whispered. There was something in the way he spoke, how his voice was full of both reverence and awe because ofme. I found power in that. I was the one bringing him to his knees, the one who had him all tangled up in knots so severely he could barely breathe. “You’re killing me.”
I smiled. “You say that a lot.”
“It’s true. I look at you sometimes, and it nearly takes my breath away because this is real. You’re here with me. I’ve dreamed about it for so many years, and now you’re in front of me like the answer to a prayer. I’m not gonna take it for granted for even a second,” he said. “And the sight of you sitting there on that bench like a goddamn queen on her throne? Well, it does something to me.”
I glanced down, staring at the impressive bulge behind his sweatpants. Noticing my gaze, he let his hand slip down. My mouth went dry as he gripped his length through the fabric. “I see that,” I murmured, licking my lips. This was too much and not enough. I hated the way my clothes felt on my body, the way I felt like I was burning up from the inside because of how badly I ached for his touch.
I’d never wanted anyone or anything the way I wanted Grady. It was more than just desire; it bordered on need. Like if he didn’t touch me right now, then I might just die. Suddenly, I didn’t care about all the things I said about waiting until wefigured things out. That would come eventually, but there was no reason to deny myself something I wanted when it was right there in front of me.
“How badly do you want to touch me right now?” I asked, leaning forward.
His eyes tracked the movement, shifting on his knees as though trying to restrain himself. “So badly.”
“Use your words.”
His lips curled into a devious smirk as he glanced down the hall to make sure Charlie’s door was still closed. When satisfied, he reached inside his pants and pulled himself free, stroking from root to tip. I could make it out through the candlelit glow around us, casting the obscene shadow of his ministrations on the wall. “I’m so fucking hard for you, bluebird. I’m literally fucking leaking.”
I shuddered at the thought of his cock, throbbing and hard just from the idea of me. “Come here.” He struggled to his feet, but I held up my hand to stop him. I wasn’t sure what came over me. Maybe it’d always been my piqued curiosity at the way he used to play to my dominant side. “Crawl to me.”
The smirk he gave me earlier grew into a full-blown, devious grin as he slowly dropped back to his knees and began crawling across the floor. There was something so hot about the way he did what I said without question. How this big, strong man would get on his hands and knees, slinking across the floor with his hard cock jutting out of the top of his pants because I told him to. He didn’t care what it looked like; the possibility of being emasculated wasn't on his mind.
I gave him an order and he complied as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Grady came to a stop in front of me, sitting back between my thighs. He ran one hand up my leg as the other gripped his length. “See what you do to me? You make me crazy. All the time, I can’t stop thinking about all the ways I want you.”
“And what’re you thinking about right now?” I whispered.
He sucked in a breath, dropping his voice to a low purr that went straight to my core. “Pulling those shorts down and seeing if you’re leaving a mess in your panties, if you’re as soaked for me as I am hard for you.”
Oh god, yes. He had no idea I was as pathetically weak for him as he was for me, but I wanted him to. I wanted to be the strong, confident woman he believed I was, so I leaned back, letting my elbows rest on the fallboard. “Take them off and find out.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, tongue darting out to wet his lips. They glistened in the low light as he reached forward, tucking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and working them down. “Hips up, please.”
I did as he asked, raising just enough for him to slip my shorts down my thighs. Then, his hands went to my knees, pushing them apart so he could see just how soaked I was.
“Oh, bluebird…” he groaned, trailing a finger delicately along the seam of my fabric-clad pussy. “Look at this. You must be hurting. Please let me help you. Please let me take the ache away.”
We had joked about begging over the past few days, but I didn’t think he was serious. Yet, here he was, gently stroking my soaked underwear like my pleasure was the only thing he was concerned about. It wasn’t about how hard I made him, even though I could make out how painful it looked, the sheen of arousal around the head of his cock that was almost enough to make me say, “fuck it,” and ease his pain first. Even if I did, I doubted Grady would let me. Not now that he’d seen just how needy I was.
“Yes,” I breathed. The word had barely left my lips before he was dragging the fabric down my legs and bringing it to his mouth. I watched in rapture as he inhaled deeply, eyes closed and tongue sliding across the arousal left behind. My god. Itprobably shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but his obsession knew no bounds.
Before I could say anything, his eyes snapped open, honing in on the exposed flesh between my thighs. He surged forward, a groan rumbling in his chest as he feasted on me. My back arched against the piano, hands going to his hair to steady myself and pull him closer. There was nothing soft about the way he worked his tongue. He was starving, and I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.
“You like this, bluebird?” he murmured against my skin. Over the past few days, his stubble had grown thicker. Now it was rubbing against my inner thigh, the sensation strangely elevating the pleasure. “Am I making you feel good?”
“Holy shit, yes,” I breathed, trying to keep my voice down. Charlie was just down the hall. The last thing either of us needed was to traumatize the poor kid with the sight of her father on his knees eating my pussy like it was the greatest thing he’d ever tasted. “So good, baby. Oh my god.”
