Page 25 of Temporarily in Love

I wasn’t the same cautious guy when we were teenagers. I liked to be in control, especially in the bedroom. I wanted a woman who submitted to me. It felt like she was into that, since she didn’t mind how rough I got with her in the car. But that could have been the heat of the moment.

I parked in my spot behind the tattoo shop, cut the engine, and looked at her for reassurance that she wanted to do this. She stared back at me wide-eyed, but then she nodded. I got out of the car and walked her around to the front of the building. She didn’t ask questions when I opened the door next to the tattoo shop. We walked up the steps, and I unlocked and opened the door for her, letting her enter my apartment.

She shed my hoodie and laid it across the back of the couch while I shut and locked the door behind us. I stalked over to her, and she blinked up at me. “Declan?”

“Bedroom. Now,” I growled.

She jumped at my demand, but walked toward the door on the other side of the apartment. She looked back at me in question, and when I nodded, she opened the door to my bedroom. Like the rest of my apartment, it was neat and tidy. My bed was made up, and everything was put away in its proper place. As it should be.

Lila stood in front of my bed, unsure what to do next. I walked inside and began unbuttoning my plaid shirt. I took that off, leaving me in a t-shirt. “Leave the boots on. Strip,” I said.

I sat at the foot of the bed and tossed my t-shirt to the other side of the room. I’d put that in the hamper later. Lila turned around in front of me and pulled the sweater over her head. Beneath it, she wore a pale pink lacy bra that looked perfect against her sun-kissed skin. I undid my jeans and boxers and pushed them off while she slid her skirt down her ankles. She wore a matching pair of panties beneath the skirt. Panties I knew were soaked with cum already.

My dick stood at attention at the sight of her in just her bra and panties. I gripped my shaft and stroked it while I watched her undress. She licked her lips as she watched me touch myself.

“Look what you do to me,” I said as I pumped my hand up and down.

She bit her lip, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. She let it fall to the floor, and I had to hold back at the sight of her gorgeous tits. Fuck, I had missed those tits. They were still so perky and perfect. I wanted to bury my face and my cock between them. I stroked harder and watched her slide her panties down her legs. My fingers had been inside that pussy in the car, but now I wanted my mouth on it. And then my cock buried deep inside, fucking her until she screamed my name.

She knelt on the floor and kissed my thighs, inching her lips up to my cock again. “What do you want to do to me?”

Her on her knees, inches from my cock, was a sight to behold, but the next time I came was going to be in her pussy. Not her mouth.

“I want you on the bed ready for me,” I told her instead.

She did as I asked and laid back on the bed. She spread her legs wide and surprised me when she dipped a hand down between her legs. Holy shit, Lila Sullivan was naked in my bed and touching herself because she couldn’t wait for me to do it. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to hold off blowing my load. I wanted to watch her come apart beneath me before I gave into my own pleasure.

I stood up and kicked my discarded clothes away. I went around to the bedside table next to her. I took off my watch, laid it on the table, and opened the drawer, taking out a bottle of lube and a box of condoms.

I crawled on top of Lila and boxed her head in with my arms. She was still touching herself. I could hear the slick wetness of her pussy as her fingers stroked in and out fast and frantic, like I hadn’t made her come already tonight. I pulled her hand away and lifted her fingers up to my lips. I sucked them into my mouth and moaned at the taste of her on my lips. She still tasted so sweet and perfect, and all mine.

At least for tonight.

I pressed her hands together above her head with one of my hands. “Such a naughty girl, starting without me.”

She struggled against my grasp, but in a way that told me she liked it. Hmm, maybe I could ask about using the restraints tonight.

“Be a good girl for me, and I’ll give you what you want,” I whispered against her neck.

I pressed tiny kisses across her neck until I traveled to her lips and slanted my mouth on hers again. She mewed into the kiss as I held her down and took control. I kissed her hard and rough, and she thrashed against my hands while our tongues battled it out.

I trailed my lips down her jaw again and nuzzled my head into her luscious brown hair, breathing in the floral scent of her shampoo.

“What if I’m a naughty girl?” she asked.

“Then I’m gonna have to punish you,” I whispered into her ear.

She whimpered. “Do it.”

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

She nodded.

I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the wrist restraints. “You have a safe word?”

She bit her lip and thought for a moment. “Pumpkin.”

We both laughed. This girl, who loved Halloween and whose favorite season was fall, would pick that as her safe word.