“Not really. Anything you’d like to watch?”
His head lifts, and the remote in his hands falls with a clatter to the floor. “Jesus Christ.” I grin at the heat in his eyes, the way his hand is shaking a bit as he sets his beer down. “There is definitely something I want to watch,” he says, his voice deeper as he crooks his finger to gesture me over.
“What’s that?”
“I want to watch my cock sliding in and out of you.”
A burst of heat zings through me, and I hurry to him. He spreads his legs, and I stand between them. “I told you not to wear this.” His hunger vibrates through me.
“But I thought you’d like it,” I tease.
“Oh, I like it. I like it so goddamn much I’m not going to be able to control myself, Rach. I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He pushes his finger into my mouth. “It makes me want to tie you to the bed and destroy this pretty mouth.”
“Maybe that’s exactly why I wore it.”
He goes perfectly still. “Rach?”
I pull my hand out from behind my back, and produce two long pieces of ribbon. Jaxon’s breathing changes, becomes hard. “Tie me to your bed, Jaxon. Destroy my mouth.”
Without so much as a word he stands, and lifts me onto his hips. I wrap my legs and arms around him as he carries me down the hall, kicking his bedroom door shut with his foot. He settles me on the bed, and stands back, his hot gaze perusing my sexy outfit. I inch my legs open, just to tease him a bit more and a deep rumble reverberates through the room.
He tears his shirt off and makes quick work of his pants. As he stands before me completely naked, I can’t help but think I won the man lottery. He’s beautiful. Big. Strong. A tough body inked with art, but he’d never do anything to hurt me.
You are not walking away from this unscathed, Rachel.
I settle on the bed, and spread my arms. His brow furrows for a second. I study him, take in his posture, the narrowing of his eyes. He thinks this is hard for me, that I’m only doing this for him. I appreciate his concern. But this isn’t just for him. It’s for me too.
“I trust you,” I say, and his entire body softens. Well, not his entire body. There is still one part of him that’s rock hard.
“Rach,” he whispers, and steps up to me. He slides one hand down my side, brushing my outer breast. Deft fingers tug at the band on my garter, and when he sees I’m wearing stockings, sans panties, his gaze shoots to mine.
“You are so beautiful.” He runs his hands along my garter until he reaches my lace stockings. “These stay on.” His hand slides back up to the lace holding the bosom of the short dress together. “So does this.” He unties the lace until my breasts are exposed, then lays over me.
His mouth settles over mine, and I widen my legs as he reaches for my hands and puts them over my head. “All mine,” he whispers as he buries his face in my neck. “All night. Everything and anything I want.”
I’m not sure if he’s asking permission or not, so I answer with, “Yesss, please.” The eagerness in my voice does something to him. He presses fast, open mouth kisses to my throat, my chin, my lip, then widens his legs around my body. He sits up, and shifts until his cock is inches from my mouth.
I moan, eager to take him, but he has other idea in mind. He takes my arms and spread them, then with slow easy movements—likes he’s giving me time to change my mind—he ties me to the bedpost.
“Yes,” I whisper again, just to let him know how sure I am about this—about him.
He settles himself between my spread legs and goes back on his knees. He takes a long time to examine his handiwork. His eyes are full of adoration and worship when they finally meet mine, and my heart misses a beat.
“Jaxon,” I finally manage to say after he swallows hard.
“Yeah, baby?” he asks slowly, quietly, like he’s gone to a different place in his head.
“I want you.”
“I want you, too,” he says, and leans forward to cover my sex with is mouth.
“Oh, Jaxon,” I cry out as he devours me like a man starved for so much more than just sex. I move my hips and he slides one hand under my ass to lift it. With my body better positioned for what he’s doing to me, he slides his tongue over me, inside me, and I’m already soaring, ready and willing to go anywhere this man wants to take me.
He inserts a finger and I’m done for. “That is so good,” I say, and clench around him. Each sweet pulse of pleasure takes me higher, until I’m freefalling without a net, but Jaxon is there to catch me, of that I’m sure.
He laps at me, drinks my every drop like a man dying of thirst. I move against his mouth, wet his entire face with my liquid heat. When I stop spasming, he slides up my body and I taste myself on his tongue when his lips crash over mine. He kisses me hard, deep, then spreads his legs and goes up on his knees.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours,” he commands.
I do as he says and he feeds me his cock. It hits the back of my throat and I choke a little, but I continue to take him deeper. I never loved a man’s cock in my mouth until Jaxon. Now I can’t get enough of it.
“I love watching you take me like this,” he growls, and his cock thickens impossibly more in my mouth. I wiggle my tied hands, wanting to touch him all over, but they’re restrained. A strange thrill goes through
