Page 67 of Stick to the Deal
I’m already wet, but I feel a gush at his words. His eyes burn as I hover over his thick shaft, moving my hips in small circles, not seating myself on him but rather teasing us both. He groans as my slick slit glides over his cock. I bite my lip to hide a satisfied smile, then immediately moan as I bump my clit against him.
Reaching between us, I take him in hand, giving him one pump root to tip and watch a single bead of pre-cum escape. Pushing up higher, I guide the crown to my aching center. Torturously slow, I lower myself, moaning as each inch stretches me. His fingers skirt up my thighs, sending tingles across my skin. Reginald grasps my hip bones, urging them down faster.
I halt my decent, grabbing his hands and pinning them against the headboard. “Uh-uh. Keep those hands where I can see them. Do I need to find a bow tie?”
He groans, no doubt also thinking of our first night together. “No, my lady, I’ll behave.”
To test him, my hips lower even slower. His legs tremble with the effort of staying still. When I’m fully seated, I take a moment to adjust to the fullness, then I begin to move. Little rocks back and forth, rubbing my clit against him as I force his cock harder into my G-spot.
“Fuck, yes, Nic. Take what you want.” He clenches the headboard, knuckles white.
My eyes close, and my head falls back as I continue to rock, lost to the sensation of his body and mine. Leaning back, I alter the angle. His leg hair tickles my hands as I brace myself on his thighs, the muscles taut with strain. I rise until just his tip remains, then lower myself with a groan.
“That’s it, Princess. Ride my cock, use me. I am your slave.”
At his words, my pussy quivers around his length. I move my hips faster, arching my back further as my breath comes in little pants. “You may touch me now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he growls. Surging up, his hands trace the curves of my ribs to my spine. He captures my nipple between his lips, the warmth and slight roughness of his tongue shooting straight to my clit and sending me over the edge. “Look at me when you cum on my cock.”
My eyes fly open and I look down into his molten eyes, full of pride and satisfaction. My orgasm crashes through me and I scream his name.
“That’s my good girl.” With a final thrust, he swells and empties himself in me, clutching me to him as he cums.
We hold each other as the quakes still. My nails stroke his scalp as his fingers send chills along my back. With a long sigh, I dismount and collapse on the covers next to him, completely boneless. I lie there, smiling at the ceiling as I catch my breath, delicious aches pulsing through my body.
Reginald’s bare feet pad into the bathroom, followed by the water running. The bed dips as he returns, one blunt finger tracing my hip. “Come on, let’s take a bath and then it’s my turn.”
I sleepily lift my head. “Your turn for what?”
His smile is downright devilish. “I have a month of husbandly duties to make up, I don’t intend to waste a moment.”
My exhaustion from earlier is all but forgotten at the promise of a night in this man’s arms.
Chapter 35
Reckoning
Ikill the engine to my car and sit in the Pop parking lot, enjoying the air conditioning for a last minute before facing the balmy southern weather. All this time in New York and London is really killing my heat tolerance.
Not that the nights haven’t been steamy. My lip curls into a satisfied smirk thinking about saying goodbye to Reginald last night. And this morning. I slept like a baby the entire flight here still in an afterglow.
After the show, Reginald and I are in a good place. The past week in New York has been practically idyllic. We’re both busy with work, but we make time to share at least two meals a day. Our evenings are more relaxed, watching hours of shows together, or cuddled in bed reading.
I’d much rather be with him, but Bree called about some emergency at Pop, and as a partner, I need to help. A twinge of guilt twists in my belly. I haven’t been around Pop lately. Anna’s certainly stepped up since she invested more to become majority owner, and I don’t want to step on her toes.
At least that’s what I tell myself.
Barely pausing to wave at the cook staff, I trudge up the back stairs to what used to be Anna’s apartment. After she moved in with David, we turned this into offices for the event space. The living room has a cozy conversation zone with photo books of our previous events, the full kitchen is useful for menu tastings or providing light refreshments to customers, and the back bedroom is storage.
“Ok, what is the big emergency that we couldn’t do this over video?”
Bree and Anna sit side by side in two matching slipper chairs. Both have serious expressions as they stare at me silently. What the hell happened that has them looking like this?
“Nic, please have a seat,” Bree starts.
Eyeing my two best friends cautiously, I perch on the couch across the coffee table.
Anna takes a deep breath. “We are here today, because we love you, and want the best for you.”
