‘You should get dressed,’ Leah continued, circling behind him while he stayed still. ‘Brandon.’
He swallowed, his prick thickening further. He’d come from the shower, hair dripping, intending to dry off at once and get dressed for the party. The unfamiliar glint of gold on his finger – the right hand, not the left, had captured his attention. Frozen him.
‘What are you looking at?’ Leah stopped just behind him, looking around him at his reflection.
He felt the slow tickle of her fingertip on his back, low, just above the crack of his ass. ‘This ring.’
She smiled. Her finger whispered along the fine hairs at the base of his spine. Then a little lower. Brandon’s dick rose another half an inch and his balls tightened.
‘You like it.’
He nodded.
‘I like it, too.’ Leah’s hand cupped his ass for a moment, then squeezed. ‘Go over there and put your hands on the counter.’
He flicked her a glance, surprised, but there was no pretending she wasn’t serious. He did as she said. The ring clicked on the marble, and Brandon swallowed hard at the sound. He kept his gaze on her in the mirror.
She was so fucking beautiful it broke him apart. All the time, but now, with her hair pulled up to show her neck, the earrings brushing her skin with every step, she took his breath away. Leah’s hand lay light on the small of his back as he bent forwards enough to keep his hands flat on the counter.
‘Spread your legs. Feet apart. Let me see that pretty cock.’
He blinked and bit back a smile, but did as she said.
‘Do you think that’s funny?’ Leah pinched his hip, not hard enough to hurt.
His cock, fully hard now, throbbed. ‘No.’
She reached between his legs from behind to cup his balls. ‘I can see it in the mirror, Brandon. How hard you are.’
Her voice had gone husky and when she licked her lips, his breath caught. A small shudder traced its way down his spine as Leah weighed his balls, then ran her thumb back and forth, stroking. She watched in the mirror, expression contemplative.
‘I’ve been thinking what that domina said, downstairs. About the cock harness.’
His entire body jerked and he made to stand, to turn and face her, but Leah’s grip tightened on his nuts. Brandon didn’t move. His fingers clutched on slick marble. His heart raced.
‘Shh,’ she murmured. Her thumb stroked, stroked. She shifted her hand so her thumb pressed against his asshole.
‘Fuck,’ he blurted, voice hoarse and raw, and bent his head so his hair fell over his eyes and he wouldn’t have to see her face.
He’d come in another few seconds if he saw the look in her eyes, he knew it. With her thumb pressing him so gently back there he almost couldn’t feel the pressure, without even touching his cock at all. She owned him.
‘That ring,’ Leah said in a low, hot voice, ‘was a very, very good idea.’
He nodded, waiting. When her other hand came around to grip his cock, he groaned. She stroked him slowly from root to tip, her other hand keeping up the same gentle pressure. He fucked into her hand and she stopped moving it.
‘No,’ she said.
He stopped.
She stood so close her breath gusted against his shoulder and the heat of her body warmed his naked skin. ‘There is so much, Brandon. So many things … there is so much we haven’t done.’
Leah’s voice quavered, and Brandon turned to take her in his arms. He tucked her close, her head just beneath his chin. She hugged him.
He loved her for being uncertain. For worrying. ‘We’ll figure it out. It’s OK.’
She sighed against him, then tipped her face to look up. Doubt crossed her face, replaced in the next moment by a sly grin. She reached between them and rubbed his cock slowly over her bare belly. But when he bent to kiss her, she turned her head.
‘No.’
His mouth stopped a breath away from her cheek. ‘You sure?’
Her body moved as her hand also moved his dick against her. ‘I’m sure.’
Frustrated, he closed his eyes but didn’t kiss her. He kept still, even though he wanted to push against her. Inside her.
Leah laughed, low and throaty, and stepped back. ‘Get dressed.’
He opened his eyes and looked at his cock before he looked at her. ‘Now?’
‘Yes, now. I hear Kate in the living room, and I’m hungry, Brandon.’
He groaned and swept the hair off his forehead. His balls ached a little. So did his prick. ‘Can I have a minute or two?’
‘No,’ Leah said sternly. She tossed him the pair of briefs on the counter. ‘Put these on.’
He did. The front bulged and the fabric rubbed him without mercy. Heat flooded up from his chest to his face. ‘Leah …’
Again, she laughed, teasing. ‘I want you hard, or half-hard, until I’m ready to do something with that gorgeous prick.’
He sighed and adjusted himself. ‘Yes, ma’am.’
Her eyes gleamed. ‘Don’t get saucy with me, Béarnaise.’
He laughed and she stood on her tiptoes to brush a too-brief kiss over his mouth. When he reached for her, she stepped away, shaking a finger. Brandon dropped his hands, giving in to her.
‘Be good,’ she admonished, ‘and I will let you lick me, later.’
‘I could lick you now …’
‘No,’ she said serenely, and paraded out of the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, ‘get dressed! Now!’
He snuck a quick rub through the briefs, but Leah ducked back through the door and caught him at it.
‘Cock harness,’ she warned.
Everything inside him pulsed.
‘Ah,’ she breathed, watching him. ‘I think we might have to stop back at the vendor exhibition tonight, after all.’
Leah had never been enamoured of Las Vegas, but she had to admit this trip had been a fabulous idea. Impulsively, she reached to squeeze Kate in a sideways hug. ‘Thank you.’
Kate, wearing a gorgeous, short red dress laughed and hugged Leah, too. ‘For what?’
‘All of it.’ Leah waved a hand at the ballroom. ‘The trip. The party. The suite.’
Kate smirked.
