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I whimper, biting back the moan of pleasure threatening to escape my lips. I’ve discovered there is only one thing Devon loves nothing more than writing pleasure from my body.
“Kelsey.”
“I’ll see you at the club in an hour.”
“Reid is already there,” I groan.
My hips rise off the seat as I bite my bottom lip, willing my body to hold off.
“Make that twenty minutes. Be ready and wait for me,” he growls before ending the call.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I grunt, adjusting my pants before starting the car.
I make it to the club in record time, parking in my assigned spot and heading inside.
“Alone today?” G smiles as he opens the door for me.
I always thought it was weird that he only goes by the letter G to keep his identity a secret or add to the mystery of this place. I’m not sure which one.
“Devon is on his way,” I say before heading into the converted warehouse.
The main area is full of lush fabrics in reds and deep browns. A dark wooden bar runs along the length of the room with large brass light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, giving the place a mysterious ambiance.
I wave at Theo behind the bar before heading right toward our assigned room, stripping off all my clothes, and climbing onto the bed. My chest rises and falls quickly as I lie back on the bed. I lie there in silence, waiting for Devon to enter the room.
He usually leaves me waiting, watching me from his place in the doorway or from a chair in the corner, ready to pounce whenever he sees fit.
“Lose the boxers,” Devon commands as he storms into the room.
My cock hardens at the sound of his voice caressing my skin.
“You broke the rules, Spencer,” he growls in my ear before pulling it between his teeth and biting down hard on the lobe.
“Kelsey’s home for the weekend.”
I continue praying the information will save me from my punishment, but I know it won’t. Devon loves order, which is one thing that makes him an amazing Marine.
“Lose the boxers,” Devon pants.
I climb off the bed, my eyes locking with his as I drag the material down my legs and step out of them. He never breaks eye contact, palming his cock through his pants as I kick my boxers to the side and climb back on the bed.
I feel his fingers running along my leg, inching closer to my cock.
“You can’t come,” he whispers before gripping my cock between his hands, swiping his thumb over the tip.
My entire body jerks off the bed and I groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure in my voice.
“Please,” I beg, although I know he won’t give me what I want until he’s ready.
“No.” He tightens his grip around me; precum leaks from the tip down his hand. “It’ll be worth the wait.”
“Yes,” I hiss as I watch him shove his fingers one by one into his mouth, licking each one clean before moving on to the next.
“Now for your punishment,” Devon says before leaning down and capturing my mouth with his.
I thread my finger through his hair, pulling him closer and using my other hand to pull his t-shirt from his pants and run my fingers across his skin. We break apart with a gasp, Devon’s eyes alight with desire.
“You can’t have me. Not yet, Spencer,” he growls before gripping my cock tightly in his hand and pulling my body close to the edge of the bed. “Feet on the floor, shoulder-width apart.”
