“Do you like this?” He used one hand to hold back the hood of her clit and the other to explore her pussy. With a single finger, he started to gently fuck her as he blew on her clit, letting her feel the heat of his mouth.
“Yes, oh god, yes.” Her legs were trembling, but she held strong.
“Sir, Bridget. You call me Sir when I’m fucking you.” Oh, she was tight. Her pussy was tight as a drum. How long had it really been for her? She was going to strangle his cock.
“Yes, Sir. Yes, I like it. Oh, Sir, please. Please.” Her muscles tightened around his finger as though trying to keep him inside, as though that single finger could ever be enough for her.
He would give her more, but not until she screamed for him. “Please what, sweetheart?”
He loved the desperation in her voice. “Please lick my clit. Please. Sir, it would feel so good. It’s been so long since I was touched there, and I think you’ll do it better than anything I’ve ever had before. Please lick it.”
Well, when she put it like that, how could he possibly refuse? She was so unashamed, so open that it made him want to give her everything he had. As he gave her another finger, fucking deep inside, he took her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard.
Bridget screamed. Her whole body shook and he could feel his fingers get coated in her arousal. She came all over his hand.
Bridget coming was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life.
He couldn’t stand it a second longer. He pulled his hand out and stood, immediately bending to catch her as she slumped over. He lifted her easily and made his way to the bedroom. He kicked open the door, deposited her on the bed, and started to shove his clothes off.
“That was amazing.” She looked up at him with sleepy eyes. “Seriously, better than a vibrator.”
He was glad he ranked higher than the inanimate object, but he had better things to do than bask in the glow of her praise. He opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom.
“Wait,” Bridget said, getting to her knees.
Fuck. She was going to bail on him and he would likely drop to the floor and beg her. He was kind of at that stage. He needed her. Damn it. “You want to leave?”
“No. I want to see you. You got to see me. Can I touch it?”
His cock? She wasn’t leaving. She wanted to touch him, to see him. He stood in front of her and nodded, though he knew it was a mistake. “Touch me, sweetheart.”
She stared at him, her eyes wide, and he suddenly knew what it meant to feel twelve feet tall. She was looking at him like he was an ice cream cone and she couldn’t wait to lick him up. His cock pulsed at the thought.
She moved to the end of the bed, and her fingers brushed against his cock, making it twitch. “You like that?”
So she thought turnabout was fair play? He pulled in a shaky breath. “Yes, I did. I’ll always like your hand wrapped around my dick. I’d like your mouth there, too, but I’m afraid I’ll come too soon.”
Her lips curled up and she sank to her knees on the floor. “Then you’ll have to find a way to get hard again, won’t you?”
As her lips found the head of his dick, he knew he’d been right. She was going to drive him mad.
* * * *
He was gorgeous in a pair of leathers, but out of them he’d moved into Greek god territory. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but some inner vixen had taken over and she suddenly didn’t care. With her whole body still humming from the orgasm Will had given her, Bridget was ready for some payback.
He stood in front of her, all six feet three inches of purely chiseled male. He really would look good on one of her covers, but she didn’t want other women seeing him like this. Who would be able to resist? Broad shoulders and a muscled chest and perfectly shaped abs. She let her fingers find the skin of his hips. So soft. Soft skin covering steel.
And his cock. A true thing of beauty. There was already a drop of pre-come on the slit. He’d tasted her. He’d put his tongue right on her and drawn on her cunt like she made nectar there. It wasn’t like she’d never had a guy go down on her, but before it had been a rote thing. Like something he had to quickly check off a list in order to move on to bigger and better things. A quick lick. A tiny suck and then she found herself spread and penetrated and oops, it was over.
Not Will Daley. No. He liked to play and take his time and she believed in a clean balance sheet.
She dragged her tongue over the head of his cock.
“Hold it. Wrap your hand around it and hold it still.” Will hissed a little as she licked him again.
Power. She felt it rush through her. This big strong man was practically trembling. She could make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Somehow being on her knees in front of him gave her power she’d never felt before.
He would appreciate it. He wouldn’t see her laving affection on his cock as his due. He would tell her how he wanted it and praise her when she was done.
Damn it. She really was a sub. She’d kind of hoped this wouldn’t work for her because all the “Sirs” and “Masters” got to her from time to time, but something had settled deep inside her.
Of course she only had him for a while.
She shoved that thought aside. She was living in the moment. That was where she always made her mistake. She reached for too much, wanted a stability no one could give her. Not really. Marriages didn’t have to be forever—most weren’t. Even some that lasted weren’t happy. What Will was offering her was honest.
And there was zero doubt that she wanted him.
She licked his cockhead. Long and thick, she could barely close her fingers around the stalk of his dick. She pumped as she drew the head inside her mouth, tasting the salt that dripped from the slit of his cock.
“That feels like heaven.” His hand found her hair and sank in. “You are awfully good at that, sweetheart.”
It was odd how those few words made her feel. Giving good head probably wasn’t something she wanted engraved on a plaque and mounted to her wall, but the knowledge that he liked what she was doing to him filled her with a need to do more. She could be good at this. They could be good together.
In bed. She had to remember to keep it to the bedroom.
She let her eyes drift up and saw Will watching. He was such a gorgeous beast of a man, with his dark eyes staring at the place where his cock sank inside her mouth.