Page 99 of Rogue
“How am I doing?” he grins down at me like a madman.
“What are you doing?” Practice? This man’s invented seduction.
He hooks his thumbs in the waistline of his pants and slowly, so ever-loving slowly, strips off his chinos, showing me exactly what this practice session is truly about.
I go slack-jawed.
He’s gone commando.
And another big, beautiful part of him springs free, erect and proud and aroused to the point I spy a hint of pre-cum on his smooth tip.
I swear to God, I see red. Lust hits me hard. I’m shaking, aching with need.
Tie me up with that belt. Hell, bend me over your knee. Do what you will. I’m yours.
How many feet away is he?
He winks, a sign he’s well aware of his prowess, his power over me.
I grab hold of the belt and tug him closer.
His eyes shimmer as he stands spread-legged before me. I act on instinct, dropping to my knees before him. Eyes locked on his face, I take his tip in my mouth. Wipe that smirk clear off his face as I move my head, taking him deeper inside my throat, relishing the feel of him, the taste of him. I rock on my knees, back and forth, rewarded to hear his gravel-filled groan. God, I’ve never heard a sexier sound.
I withdraw to roll my tongue over his hardness, first the tip, then along the thick vein beneath his cock, all the way to his base. Incredibly, his erection hardens. Reminding me of who I’m dealing with, and how this all began.
I tug the belt free from his death grip. Then gently, ever so gently, I smack his tight ass with the fine leather, causing his muscles to flex.
“Fuck.”
I flash innocent eyes up at him.Who’s grinning now, baby?
His thighs and ass tighten as I hit him again. And again.
He groans again, whisky-laden music to the ears.
I go a bit wild. Taking him back inside my mouth, managing his movements as I grab his ass and hold him steady as I go down on him, sucking, licking, taking him deep in my throat. Controlling him, pleasuring him, marking him with my lips, my tongue, my desire for him.
“Remind me not to fuck with you anymore,” he grinds out between clenched teeth, his beautiful body shaking and his climax building.
I withdraw.
He groans, then says, “Tease.”
“I’ve been keeping company with the best.” I stand and wrench up the skirt I’m wearing. I’ll head home and change into something less comfortable for tomorrow’s job. I shimmy out of my panties, my hands shaking with excitement.
Ignoring his throbbing erection, he drops to his knees. “You know what they say?” he asks.
Oh shit, that smirk is back. “What?”
“Payback’s a bitch.”
Before his words settle within the sexually charged space between us, he has my right thigh hitched over his shoulder, the belt wound around my ass, and his tongue thrust deep inside me. I squirm, and he holds me in place with the belt. Licking me, devouring me. Controlling my movements. Minimizing my flex space. Ignoring the tears in my eyes as twelve licks later, I scream his name, climaxing hard. “Jaxson.”
I’m still shaking as he scoops me up and slides me onto his throbbing erection.
My back arches and I push down.
Heat fills me. Consumes me. Red isn’t a color anymore, it’s a need.
