Page 55 of The Deadbeat Next Door

I nodded, unable to speak. I wanted this so badly my whole body thrummed with it.

He tightened his grip on my head. “Then open that sexy mouth and let me in.”

I opened my mouth and he pushed me onto him with a force that didn’t hurt, but thrilled me. He pushed deep into my throat and I sucked and pulled as much as I could with my mouth. “Oh, fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

He went a little wild then, pushing me past the limits of what I thought I was capable of and getting his pleasure from me the way that felt best to him. He groaned and his fist in my hair tightened to an almost painful level. He was rough, but never too rough. He took me to the edge of discomfort, but never over. The sounds he made, the way he responded to my tongue and my mouth made me ache and moan against him. “I’m close, baby,” he said. “Slap me if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.” I didn’t slap him. He roared with his release, and I tasted him on my tongue. When he let me go, I dropped back onto my heels, all the blood in my body throbbing in my center with need and want.

He pulled up his pants and grabbed me under my arms, lifting me to my feet. He shoved a hand down my pants, almost roughly, and I gasped from the pleasure of his touch. “So wet,” he said, awe in his tone. “Did that turn you on?”

“So much.”

“You want me to make you come?”

“Please.”

He pulled his hand out and slowly licked his fingers while I watched, my body pulsing with need. “I’m not sure you’ve earned that reward, yet.”

“What?” Annoyance was beginning to seep through my lust haze.

He grabbed my neck and pulled me close, his lips bare millimeters from mine. “You want me to have control in the bedroom, you have to let me have it all. You come when I say you come or you don’t come at all. You have to earn your pleasure.”

I should have been pissed. If he’d been holding back on me in any other arena, I would have been pissed and I would have let him know it. But something about his commanding tone and his willingness to take charge turned me on. I was seriously twisted in ways I’d never imagined. “Have you played this sort of game before?”

“Never,” he said, his grip on my neck tightening. “But it blew my mind when you were in control. Me being in control? I think it could quickly become an addiction. Are you in or are you out?”

“I’m in.” There was no other option. I was completely in. “But this doesn’t extend past the bedroom. If you try to control other aspects of my life or hold something I’ve done against me, I’m going to end the game.”

He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch. He was already hard again and straining against the fly of his jeans. “I’m enjoying this far too much to risk ending it. I’ll agree to your terms.”

I smiled, something heavy in my chest lifting and lightening. A burden I didn’t even realize I was carrying shifting and being lifted by him. “Then let’s go down and meet your family.”

He released me so suddenly, I almost fell over. He turned his back on me and started reciting the multiplication tables. I laughed at his sudden change in demeanor. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get in the right frame of mind for seeing my family,” he said. “You should put your shirt back on.”

“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Not helping,” he said on a groan. “Although save that for later. I think I like it.”

I laughed and dressed. He continued to recite multiplication tables until he was ready to head downstairs.

He led me down the stairs and toward the back of the house into a large room with books on floor-to-ceiling shelves and no one outside. “Do you want to get something to eat before we go out there?”

I released his hand and walked to the nearest bookcase, reading the titles of the books lining the shelves. “I’m not hungry, but I wouldn’t mind spending a day or two here.”

“We can spend all day in here tomorrow if you want, but for now we should find my brothers and sisters before they get too drunk.”

That gave me pause and I spun to face him. “Drunk?”

“We tend to drink when we’re all together.” He shrugged. “It’s just what we do.”

“Huh,” I said. “Then let’s go.”

We walked past a study and an enormous guest bathroom before we reached the back door. We stepped out onto a slate patio to the sound of raucous laughter. “Shit,” he said. “We’re too late.”

A fire blazed in the center of a group of people, all of them seated in wrought iron chairs. A woman, short and thin and wearing a flowing sun dress stood and walked over to us. “Thank goodness you’re finally here, Cody,” the woman said. Her hand on his arm made me irrationally jealous. Which was stupid, since she was likely one of his sisters.

Cody bent forward and kissed her cheek. “It’s good to see you, Aubrey.”

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