“You’ll get my cock when I’m ready. Right now, you’re in my bed, and I’m in control of when andifyou come.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “First, I want to see if you can be a good girl and listen to my instructions.”
That’s when it clicks—he left me alone at the cabin deliberately, wanting me simmering in sexual frustration. It confirms the theory that he’s not threatened by my toys. If anything, the sight of me building to climax only makes him harder.
He runs a thumb along his mustache as he patiently waits for me to comply.
I prop myself up on my elbow, stealing a better look at him. His short-sleeved shirt clings to his biceps, flexing with every movement. The way he tracks me with those piercing eyes makes every nerve buzz with awareness. His body is a feast for my eyes, and I take advantage of the view as I ease the vibrator back inside.
Shep watches, unmoving, when I push the device even further, his muscles tense with every moan that falls from my mouth. I roll my hips, guiding the vibrator to my G-spot, unable to pull my gaze from the outline in Shep’s jeans that swells against the fabric.
“You’re so fucking beautiful putting on a show for me,” he growls, shifting to grip himself firmly.
Witnessing his unfiltered reaction only fuels my own hunger, and I bite my lip as my free hand moves to my left breast,cupping it firmly as I flick the nipple. The extra stimulation sends a ripple straight to my core, and my eyes shutter closed as I’m lost in a wave of bliss.
“Eyes on me.” The authority in Shep’s voice demands obedience. “When you come, you’ll look at the man who made you lose control.”
I obey, snapping them open, wanting him to witness every tremor that claims me as I chase my release. It’s all because of him, and my body’s surrender is a silent confession.
My eyes are trained on his hand adjusting his cock through his jeans.
“I want to see you,” I plead.
Wordlessly, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, dragging them past his hips at an agonizingly slow pace. He tugs his boxers down next and pulls out his cock. It’s huge, stone-hard, and I’m unsure how it’s going to fit inside me.
“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll fit.” He smirks, as if he can read my mind. “But let’s make sure you’re nice and ready for me.” He nods toward the device in my hand, encouraging me to continue.
My breath hitches when I turn up the speed of the vibrator, eyes locked on his cock as he spits into his hand and pumps up and down along his shaft.
“Use the little arm of the vibrator to put more pressure on your clit,” he roughs out. “The sooner you push yourself over the edge, the faster I can be inside you.”
I lick my lips and follow his directions and push down on my nub. With my other hand, I pinch my nipple hard, my back bowing off the bed as I fall apart, Shep’s name escaping in a trembling gasp. My body is burning with a lustful haze, and I feel like I’m floating, suspended on a cloud of bliss.
My head collapses on the pillow as I catch my breath. “I need you, Shep.”
His hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he hasn’t come. “If I get on that bed, you’re mine as long as you’re here, Sunshine.”
I’m flooded with conflicting emotions. I want to be worshipped and wrapped up with him for as long as I can, but the idea of leaving him behind knots my stomach. A fleeting thought whispers in the back of my mind that I could extend my stay. My team is out through the new year, and I don’t have any pressing matters waiting for me in New York. Then again, would prolonging the inevitable be fair to either of us?
I push aside worries about what comes next, letting myself get lost in the heat of the silver fox who’s looking at me like I’m his favorite vice.
I beckon Shep over with a crook of my finger. “I need you,Daddy.”
He pushes off the doorframe, stalking toward me with a determined glint in his eye, and I know I’m not leaving this room until I’ve been well and truly fucked.
A Not So Silent Night
Iyank my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor before stepping out of my pants and boxers.
It’s a miracle I didn’t come in my pants again. It’s been ages since I’ve been with a woman, and the memory of my fingers inside Noelle only hours ago, paired with the sight of her sprawled out and naked with a vibrator humming inside her, nearly shattered my control all over again.
I should be more concerned with how much younger she is than me and the implications of wanting her so damn much. Hell, even my friends couldn’t stop teasing me about our age difference. The contrast is amplified by her optimism and warmth against my jaded, hardened self—but I’m still helplessly drawn to her brightness, like a moth to a flame.
All I can think about is how she makes me feel alive, awakening impulses I’d long since buried—reminding me of what I’ve denied myself for so long.
That ends tonight.
Whether she’s only here with me for one night or a few days, I plan to treasure every second because having her in any measure is better than not having her at all.
I crawl onto the bed, the mattress creaking beneath me as I settle over Noelle.
