Page 49 of His Reward
Focus!
It’s so hard to do that when we’re in such an intimate position.I can’t even meet his gaze as I wrap my fingers around his neck.When I stare at his lips, a crazy urge to kiss him enters my mind.So I drop my gaze to his chin.
My mind is preoccupied with the press of his thighs against my hips, his warm skin against my palms, and the rumble of his voice through my fingers as he explains the proper steps of the move.
He grabs my full attention when he demonstrates the escape.It involves him squeezing my body with his thighs, and forcing my arms into an unnatural position.The sensation of quickly rising discomfort makes me wide-eyed, but he stops before he hurts me.
“Your turn,” he says.
Malcolm sits up and moves out of the way.I lie on my back and lift my knees, realizing too late this is a bad idea when I widen my legs.
He shuffles forward until our thighs touch.His crotch a mere few inches from mine, he looms over me like a silent giant with darkening eyes.
My body goes tense when he wraps his long fingers around my neck.An alarm rings in my head, but I can’t hear it over the heavy thumping in my chest.I grab onto his wrists, my thoughts too scattered to remember what I’m supposed to do next.
I’m afraid and aroused.Or maybe I’m aroused because I’m afraid.He isn’t applying any pressure, but his forearms are hard muscle.
It would be so easy for him to choke the life out of me.For some seriously messed up reason, that turns me on.I’m aroused by the thought of Malcolm stealing my oxygen while he forces his cock inside me.
As if he reads my mind, Malcolm tightens his grip around my throat, and my pulse flutters against his fingers.There’s a raw, hungry look in his eyes that hasn’t been there the entire time we’ve been training.Or maybe he hid it well.
“Fuck it.”
His low voice is hardened by determination.He releases my neck, then lowers his face and kisses me.
20
June
Malcolm’s kiss isn’t chaste or gentle.It’s rough and instantly demanding as he slides his tongue between my lips.
I’ve been suppressing forbidden urges for him and suffering sexual frustration for a week.His kiss releases a flood of feel-good chemicals in my brain.My body is screamingyesso loud, I can’t hear my conscience cryingno.
My first instinct is to cling to his strong shoulders and give in to his domination.He lowers his body and pins me under him, his erection pressed exactly where I’ve wanted him all week.
He ruts against me and groans into my mouth.His cock is so deliciously thick and hard between my legs, I tilt my hips up for more, only for logic to cut through the lust.
This is the beginning of a bad decision.If we don’t stop now, things will go too far.Waytoo far.
I twist my face away from the kiss and push against his shoulders.
“You’re breaking your promise!”My words come out whiny when I meant to sound more scolding.
“Fuck that stupid promise,” he growls.“We both know I was going to break it eventually.”
He claims my mouth again and I try to escape.He grabs my throat and forces me to accept it.I should be angry that, once again, he’s overriding my will in favour of his.Instead, I whimper into his mouth.
Malcolm breaks the kiss, leaving me panting.I tremble as he brushes his lips against my jaw and my neck, his facial hair and the damp warmth of his breath tickling my skin.
“Why do you do these things to me when you know they’re wrong?”
“Why do you always protest when you want me to do them to you?”
He presses a kiss to my neck then sucks and licks the same spot.Between my legs tighten and I groan out my response.
“Because you’re like an uncle to me!”
“I want to be more than that.I want to be yours, just like I want you to be mine.”
