Page 22 of Stick to the Deal
“Everything ok?” The concern in his voice sounds sincere. I merely shrug a single shoulder—I’m not sure anything will be ok. “You want to talk about it?”
That is the last thing I want right now. My hair grazes my cheek as I shake my head. “No. Tonight, I don’t want to think about anything at all.” My untouched tumbler clacks against the wooden table.
In two long strides, I reach Reginald and straddle him in the chair. His hands close around my waist, but he doesn’t move. Neither to pull me closer or push me away.
Chapter 13
Cold Feet
His gray eyes reveal nothing as I lean in. Mine drop to his mouth and then return to his steely gaze. Slowly, I press into him until my lips are a whisper away from his.
Reginald’s fingers squeeze my waist gently as his head leans back. “What are you doing, Nic?”
I play with the ends of his hair by his nape, the dark strands are soft as I run my nails through them. “I told you. I don’t want to think right now. Who better to lose myself in than my fiancé?” I let go, and move as if to stand. “Or should I find someone else?”
With a growl, his hands slide to my ass and his fingers dig in with bruising strength. The darkening of his eyes is the only warning before his lips descend—firm, unrelenting, as they mold mine as he wishes.
My grip returns to his soft hair, and my head tilts to match his kiss. Tongues dance and teeth gnash as we fight for dominance. His cock hardens, pressing my core through his slacks. I rock my hips, teasing us both with the friction.
With a single fluid motion, Reginald stands, still gripping my ass, and lays me down on the nearby table. Thick fingers trail up my legs, finding the hem of my dress and pushing it to my waist, revealing my black thong. “I think I can manage.” His words rumble against my stomach as he peppers kisses along my skin.
His teeth catch on the thin strap of silk. The sharp contact warring with the gentle touch. The rough material scrapes down my thighs and calves until finally it comes free from my heels. Reginald stares down at me like a man studying a painting, still fully dressed.
Now that won’t do.
Sitting up, I reach for his bow tie, still draped at his open collar. One large hand grips both of mine. “Not so fast.” The scrap of cloth is deftly tied around my wrists which he pin above my head on the table as lays across me.
I pout, lifting my head and trying to catch his lips again. “But I want to see too.” My hips tilt to press against him.
Without moving his lower body, Reginald quickly unbuttons his crisp white shirt. He shrugs it off and tosses it carelessly to the floor. The low lights from the kitchen cast his bare chest in a warm glow. Dark hair peppers his trunk, thinning to a line that disappears into his slacks. His eyes burn as he lowers his mouth to my thigh. The faintest of stubble grazes my sensitive skin as his lips blaze a trail to my hip.
Reginald kneels, putting himself at eye level with my weeping center. It’s been months since I’ve experienced an orgasm that didn’t require batteries. If I have an itch, I scratch it, but the Time shoot has kept me too busy to prowl the nightlife scene.
His tongue laps me from crack to clit in a torturous lick, causing all thoughts to still. Perfect.
This is exactly what I needed.
My back arches and I moan as he settles between my thighs. He grips my legs, spreading them wider apart for better access. His broad thumbs stroke the sides of my mound, simultaneously massaging and opening me further. Teasing licks leave me panting. My tied hands arc down as I reach for his silky hair, only to whimper as he lifts his head.
Reginald lays along my length as he pins my wrists back to the table above my head. “Stay.” His fingers take their time, trailing over my body as he reclaims his spot. Without warning, he thrusts his tongue fully into my pussy. It takes all of my concentration to keep still. Once again, his fingers dig into my thighs as he pushes them impossibly wider. Just as I grow used to the rhythm, his lips surround my clit, sucking gently, before fucking me again with his tongue.
“Please. Oh, god, Ren.” My head thrashes against the table, begging for release. One hand releases my thigh so he can rub my sensitive nub as histongue continues its assault. Within moments, light bursts behind my eyes as my body spasms in ecstasy with a guttural moan.
His low voice rumbles in my ear, “Good girl.”
I never thought I had a praise kink, but fuck me, I orgasm again at the words. The crinkle of foil is the only sound besides our ragged breaths. The blunt end of his crown butts my sensitive pussy, making me cry out.
“Ready, Princess?” Reginald stands over me, one hand cupping my hip, the other gripping his girth.
Licking my lips, I nod my head.
“Say the words,” he commands, rubbing the thick head against my clit, teasing me.
“Fuck me, Reginald. Now.” I wiggle my hips, trying to guide him where I need him.
“As you wish.” He slams into me. We both groan as we adjust. My pussy quivers around his length as it gently stretches me. His lips skirt my neck and nibble on my pulse point as he thrusts in quick bursts.
I’m lost to the sensations as another orgasm builds. He stands, his fingers dig into my ass and he pulls me to the edge of the table. He grips my ankles and places them by his shoulders, my stilettos glitter by his ears. His stormy eyes hold me hostage as his hips snap against mine.
