Fuck. That wasn’t in the playbook.
Let’s make a new one.
“Take off your shirt.”
“Dominant much, McKenna?”
“Do as I say.”
He obeys. The linen polo lifts over his head and drops to the floor. I get a full view of him: Hard lines and sun-kissed skin, his chest rising unevenly. It makes something possessive flare beneath my ribs.
“Bed,” I command.
Not please. Not can you. Just that one word.
He crawls back onto the bed, elbows propped, legs slightly apart, eyes locked on me, daring me to continue.
And I climb after him, letting him feel my stone-hard cock in between his legs as I straddle his thighs and press him into the mattress.
“You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?”
I tug my shirt over my head and toss it aside, then start working the cord of his shorts.
He stays quiet, and quiet means yes.
“I did. Thought about the way you sounded when you came for me. The way you went soft in my arms when I tongue-fucked you in that pool.”
His hips lift, helping me shove the shorts down until he’s naked beneath me, flushed, cock heavy and aching for my mouth.
“Fuck, Tom. You have no idea.”
“I do, love.” I drag my mouth over his ear, teeth scraping lightly before I soothe it with my tongue. “All that tension. All week. Trying not to lose your mind.”
I kiss my way down his neck at a cruel pace. Halfway down, he starts pushing up into me, hunting for any scrap of friction he can get. It satisfies my petty need to watch him come apart on my terms.
“Tell me how you like it,” I say, voice rough. “This is kind of new territory for me.”
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down until we’re a breath apart. He jabs a finger in front of my nose.
“I swear Tom, If you don’t–”
I smother his words with a hot, reckless kiss, then deny him by pulling away.
“Watch me, gorgeous.”
I slide down between his legs.
My mouth finds the inside of his thigh, biting, licking, teasing and tasting until he starts to shake under me.
I look up as I drag my tongue from his taint to the base of his cock, making sure those burning brown eyes catch every sinful second of it.
“New territory?” His chest heaves. “Fucking liar.”
“Am I meeting your expectations?”
“God, yes. Keep going.”
I catch his chin and make him look at me.
