I do as I’m told, sensing I’ve somehow just flipped his Dom switch.
“I want to see all of you, and worship this sexy-as-fuck body the way it deserves.”
At his words, my heart rate kicks up speed. I’ll be exposed in more way than one tonight. This man will own me after this, quite literally.
He tugs my shirt up and I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it off. Reece leans down and kisses the tops of each breast that are lifted high in my lacy push-up bra. When he reaches behind me and flicks the clasp, I’m already anticipating all the amazing things he’s going to show my body tonight.
“Let me see you, beautiful,” he whispers.
He kisses my neck as he slides the bra from my body. It drops to the floor between us, and Reece’s loving gaze caresses me. He brings his hands to my breasts, and my nipples harden as he strokes me. I can’t help but think of our first playroom encounter when he invited Oliver in.
“Did that bother you . . . that first night when Oliver joined us?” Reece asks, as if he’s just read my mind.
“No, it didn’t bother me, because I knew you wouldn’t let things go too far.”
“You trusted me,” he says with wonder.
I nod. This makes him happy, because he kisses my lips softly and then drops his head to suck on my breast, circling his tongue around my nipple before sucking it into the warmth of his mouth.
I push my hands into his hair, and my eyes slip closed. I can honestly say I’ve never been with a man who devotes such thorough attention to my body without expecting anything in return. When his fingers tug at the button of my jeans, I help him by wiggling my hips while he tugs down my pants. Soon they’re in a heap on the floor with my shirt and bra. I stand before him in just my panties, as flashbacks to our younger years and our early experimentation flash through my brain.
“I love these, for the record,” he says, cupping my breasts again and lightly caressing them.
Smiling at him, I run my fingers down the length of his muscled arm. “And I love your tattoos.”
There’s a lot of the L-word being thrown around, and while neither of us has actually said those three little words yet, that’s exactly what this feels like. It doesn’t feel like sex; it feels like love. In the best possible way.
He kisses me once more, and this time his hands go to work on his own pants, unbuttoning them and shoving them to the floor. When I look down, I see the broad head of this cock peeking from the waistband of his black boxer briefs. Those really do a poor job of containing him.
“I think you need bigger underwear,” I tease, touching the tip of him.
He smirks. “Or a smaller cock.”
I shake my head at him, smirking right back. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on this. You’re not going to restrain me this time, are you?”
“Not a chance in hell. I can’t wait to feel your hands on me.”
I love his honesty.
Sinking to my knees, I slowly peel his boxers down and his cock springs free. Blinking up at him, I lean forward and drag my tongue up his steely shaft, loving the masculine taste of him and the way he draws in a sharp inhale.
“What are you doing?” His voice is strained.
“Making you feel good. How do you like it?”
The vein at the base of his neck throbs. “Grip me with your hand.”
I curl my fist around him and note how my fingers don’t meet.
“And now stroke me.”
My hand moves up and down.
“Suck me deep.”
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I lean forward and take him. As soon as my lips close around him, he shudders and his muscular thighs tremble.
“Hell yeah,” he groans. “Just like that.”
I continue my work on him and feel myself getting wet. It’s such a turn-on knowing that I’m bringing this big, beautiful man to his knees.
“Pancake . . .” He groans like he’s in pain, and I almost chuckle.
Opening my eyes, I glance up at him with my mouth full. He’s thrusting his hips forward in time with my strokes, and the expression on his face is pure bliss.
“That feels fucking incredible.”
Pride surges inside me, but before I can continue, his hands are under my arms, lifting me to my feet and tossing me on the bed.
“Now it’s my turn,” he growls, and crawls toward me.
Chapter Fifteen
Reece
Macey’s working my cock like a stripper works a pole.
I can’t believe how fast she brings me to the brink of losing control. Our first time in my playroom, I convinced myself that it was just some teenage fantasy, that she didn’t really hold this power over me. And then she touched me and I almost embarrassed myself. There’s just something about her; there always has been. And now, finally, I get to make her mine.
Staring down, I watch as her full mouth takes my cock, her saliva coating me, her tongue tracing the vein that runs down the length. She’s sexy as hell doing this, but I want more.
I grip her arms and tug her up. She’s dazed and disoriented when I toss her onto the waiting mattress. “Now it’s my turn.”
As I crawl toward her, Macey starts to push her panties down her hips until I stop her.
“Don’t tell me you’re resurrecting your old rule about these staying on,” she huffs.
I smirk. “For old time’s sake. Humor me, Pancake.”
She pouts and is about to protest when I rip a hole in the center of her panties, exposing her bare cunt, glistening beautifully with her wetness. It’s a pretty sight.
“What are you doing?” She rises on her elbows to peer down at me and her now-ruined underwear with a hole in the center.
“Something I should have done a long time ago.” It’s the truth. I should have made love to her all those years ago and made her mine.
Leaning over her on the bed, I bring my nose to her pussy and inhale. Macey squirms. “You smell so fucking good.” My cock swells even more. Then I take her clit in my mouth and suck.
She curses and thrusts her hands into my hair, her hips lifting to match the movement of my tongue.
Dragging my tongue up and down her wet center, I find a rhythm that makes her cry out. I know she won’t last long, and that’s fine with me, because my cock aches so bad, it’s weeping. Macey pants and arches her back. Her cries are getting more desperate, and I want to push her over the edge. Easing one finger inside her, I curl it upward and stroke the spot I know will set her off. Her fingernails rake against my scalp, and I give her clit a tiny nip with my teeth.
She comes hard, grinding herself against my face without shame. I love how she takes her pleasure so unapologetically. A lot of women want to be dainty and well-mannered about it, but Macey is loud. She curses and pulls my hair, and I fucking love that about her. Watching her lose control is my new favorite thing. I need to make her do that over and over again. But not right now, because if I don’t get inside her in the next minute, I might explode.
She’s lying on her back with her dark hair spilling over my pillow, her breasts rising and falling with each sharp breath. And her white, lacy panties are torn in the perfect spot. If I hadn’t been so afraid to get close to her, this is where I would have brought her that first night. To my bed, where we can curl together afterward and sleep.
I kneel between her parted knees. Just knowing that I’m about to feel her for the first time without a barrier of protection between us, it’s indescribable. My heart is just as exposed. This will change everything, and the way she’s looking up at me with those stunning blue eyes of hers, I know she can feel it too. The electricity in the air around us is filled with anticipation and desire and love.