Growing bold and unable to resist, I slide my hand upward from where it’s been resting on his firm thigh. My fingers brush the straining erection that I’m dying to touch. When Reece doesn’t react, other than to continue to kiss me with deep stokes of his tongue, I give his cock a squeeze. A grunt escapes him, and my panties flood with moisture.
“Careful, Pancake,” he says, breaking his lips from mine. “I’m trying to be good here, and it’s taking all the restraint I have not to strip you naked and fuck you raw.”
“Do you remember what I said to you that first night I showed up here?” I ask, feeling daring.
“Of course I do.”
“I wanted hot, sweaty sex.”
“And now?” he asks.
“I just want you.”
The look of wonder reflected in his eyes almost undoes me. “Then come here.” He rises from the bed. “Stand up for me.”
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.