“I know.”
I like to be free sometimes.
“Were you hoping something might happen tonight? Easy access for me hmmmm?”
I really wish he would put his mouth to better use right now.
“Do you have a condom on you right now? Hoping you were going to get some action?” I counter.
He ignores me and dips his head down between my legs. The first lick makes my head fall back and causes my breath to leave me. Then, wanting to watch, I stare down at his dark head of hair as he tastes and licks me.
“You taste so f**king good,” he mumbles, then gets right back to work, sucking my clit into his mouth.
He licks and tortures me until my thighs are quivering.
It’s too much, yet not enough at the same time.
It’s heaven and hell.
I soon explode, gripping onto his hair, my mouth open as wave after wave of pleasure hits me.
He lifts his head and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, his eyes dark.
“Still sticking to the no sex thing?” I pant out, my eyes drilling into his.
His face takes on a pained expression, but he nods.
Will of f**king steel.
I’m both annoyed and impressed at his restraint.
“Can I at least return the favour?” I purr. “I’ve been wanting to taste you since the first time I laid my eyes on you.”
His eyes widen almost comically, and his hand lingers on his belt buckle but he doesn’t move.
“You don’t have to… that’s not why…” he rambles.
“I know,” I tell him, waiting for him to make his decision.
He nods and stands up, then undoes his belt.
Slowly.
I’m taking that as a yes.
I lick my lips, eager to see his c**k again.
I even rub my hands together in anticipation.
He doesn’t disappoint.
Saxon Junior springs out of his pants, hard as a rock. I probably shouldn’t call it junior. Maybe Saxon Senior, because he’s big.
Jaw breaking big.
Luckily, I like a challenge.
“Take your shirt off too,” I demand in a husky tone. He does as I ask.
I like that.
I stand up and kiss him, then work my way down, licking and gently tugging on both of his pierced ni**les.
So. Fucking. Sexy.
I continue down his stomach, licking and kissing his taut six pack of abs and going further until I reach my prize, which is currently straining against me.
He’s so hard it looks almost painful.
I take him into my hand and gently stoke, then suck on the tip. I look up into his eyes and see him staring down at me, the most intense expression on his face.
He needs this, badly.
His jaw is clenched and his heavy-lidded brown eyes are filled with lust and passion.
I can work with that. I take his length into my mouth and show him just how lucky he is to be with me. His moan urges me on, taking as much of him as I can as I swirl my tongue around him. When he gently tries to pull me back, I know he’s about to come.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
I ignore the warning and increase the suction with my mouth.
When he finishes, I take everything he has to give then grin up at him.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you,” he says in a shaky voice, his thighs trembling under my palms.
He has no idea.
His hand gently cups my cheek, and I turn my face into it, then place a kiss on the centre.
I think he’s going to be the death of me too.
*****
After asking Saxon for sex and being rejected—again—we decide to have a shower together then watch a movie in bed.
“What are we having for dinner?” I ask as I snuggle against him, making myself comfortable.
He gives me an odd look. “We ate dinner. What did you think the steak, potato, and all that was?”
“Yeah but… that was first dinner,” I tell him. I get hungry again later in the night—sue me.
“You eat two dinners?” he asks, looking on the verge of laughter.
“Sometimes. It doesn’t just apply to dinner. It could be two breakfasts or two lunches,” I explain.
He shakes his head, eyes dancing with amusement. “How the f**k do you keep your figure?”
I grin wolfishly. “Sex. Lots and lots of sex.”
He makes a strangled sound, which I choose to ignore.
“Looks like I’m going to get fat now though,” I grumble, since we were definitely not having any sex until he decides I’m not a flight risk.
Controlling bastard.
He smirks at my comment, then kisses me playfully on the cheek.
The worst part about it is I think he may be right. There’s a very high probability I would have run off, scared. I try not to think about it, about the fact that I’m lying in bed with the one man I said I would never touch.
But touch him I did.
I turn my head and stare at his profile. What is it about him? What gives him that pull? I touch the scar on his eyebrow, the one I find insanely sexy.
“What happened here?” I ask him. I’ve wanted to know for a long time now but never voiced it. I never had the right to, nor did I want to act like I wanted to know anything personal about him.
He stiffens slightly, but enough for me to notice.
“What?” I ask, cupping his face and turning him to look at me.
He sighs heavily. “Lexi and I had a huge fight one time, and she threw something at me. I can’t even remember what it was now. Some kind of ornament.”