Page 22 of Mr. On Your Knees
“Jared.” She sighed, closed her eyes and told herself she didn’t want to suck his thumb into her mouth.
“Tell me,” he said, his voice deepening with authority.
Her pussy pulsed and she blurted out, “I missed you.” There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do when he asked in that tone and Jared knew it. He’d always known it, damn him.
She and Jared hadn’t practiced BDSM, but there were elements of the lifestyle that they both enjoyed. Once they realized that, they’d researched it more and still opted to stay on the fringes of the lifestyle because that’s what suited them best. For her, there was this inexplicable enjoyment she got whenever he showed dominance. There was something about the way he demanded she do something, anything, that aroused her almost to the point of delirium. Hell, she was on her way there now because after he’d said those two words his hand had moved further up her thick thighs until she’d involuntarily opened them wider for him.
She sat on the end of the couch that was partially hidden by the table and the cloth on that table was long, so she didn’t think anyone could see him fingering her in this very public place, but she wasn’t going to look around to find out either.
“Good girl,” he whispered and moved his thumb from her lips to dip his tongue into her mouth for a quick deep kiss. Pulling back so that his lips were just a breath away from hers, he said, “Open for me, baby.”
It wasn’t a question this time and she knew that meant they were beyond the Q&A stage. Still, she could stop him at any time. They didn’t need a safe word or anything like that, just her sure and adamant, “stop” was enough and whatever they were doing would cease.
Tonight, amidst all those conflicting thoughts that had been running through her head just seconds before, she couldn’t bring herself to say that word. Didn’t want to say it because she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. The next kiss grew just a little chaotic with his tongue dueling wildly with hers, their teeth clattering at one point and the moans they both let out simultaneously when they just couldn’t tear their mouths away from each other, hopefully drowned out by the music being played through surround-sound speakers.
Yes, she knew exactly where they were. The heavy aroma of different types of cigars being smoked in this area, mixed with the hint of alcohol was a dead giveaway. Something R&B played, she couldn’t make out the lyrics but vaguely recognized the melodic beat. They weren’t alone here, every now and then parts of a conversation would drift over to their corner, just a low murmur of voices that was easily ignored.
Still, she hadn’t told him to stop when after he’d gripped her thigh tightly, he’d moved up even further to push her now drenched panties to the side.
“Shhhiiittt,” he sighed into her mouth when his fingers met her plump folds. “You’re already so damn wet, baby.”
“Mmmhmm,” was all she could muster because what the hell did he expect when he was kissing her like he planned to totally devour her right then and there.
Wouldn’t that be some headline for the blogs and social media? Prominent hotelier puts up-and-coming event designer on the table at a cigar lounge and fucks her into a coma. But that’s exactly what Jared seemed to have planned.
“Did she miss me too, baby?” he asked, dragging his mouth away from hers to nip his teeth along the line of her jaw and down to her neck. He was moving his fingers between her folds, dipping into her center before pulling out and drifting up to rub along her clit again.
Desi sucked in a breath, her eyes fluttering as she struggled to keep them open. “Yesss, Jared, she did.” And that was no lie. Nobody had ever touched, licked or fucked her pussy the way Jared did and she had missed it. The strangled moan that came when he began to flick his finger over her clit in the same way he was moving his tongue over her bottom lip.
“Did you give all this sweetness to some other guy?”
Her eyes widened and she stared at him. He was so close to her now they probably looked like he was on top of her, but he wasn’t. “Are you serious right now? You’ve got your fingers inside me and you want to know about another man?”
He had the audacity to grin. “I want to know if he made you feel like I do, Des.” Then he dipped his head and kissed her neck. “Nobody’s ever going to make you feel like I do, Des. No. Fuckin’. Body.” He moved thrust two fingers in and out of her emphasizing each word.
She shook her head and bit down on her bottom lip. “Nobody,” she replied because it was the truth. If she left here tonight without fucking him and never allowed Jared to touch her again, that would be no less true.
But she didn’t want to talk about this anymore. Her thighs were starting to tremble and suddenly that nine-month sexual drought was starting to feel like eternity. She wanted to come so bad. What she did not want to do was discuss the men she’d been with while they’d been a part. And she damn sure didn’t want to hear about all the women he’d screwed in that time.
So instead of responding again, she thrust up into his hand and began circling her hips.
“Oh, you wanna come don’t you?” he asked, that stupid sexy ass grin covering his face again. “You want me to make you come right here and now, don’t you, baby?”
“Mmmhmm.” She moaned because it was the single most important thing to her at this moment.
He pulled his fingers out of her to circle her clit again, this time tugging on it softly until she gripped his arms.
“Fuck, Jared!” She hissed.
“Yeah, baby. I want to see your pretty face when you come,” he whispered and then leaned in to bite her neck.
He bit down hard so there was a momentary sting and then he was licking that spot, all while dipping his fingers deep inside her again.
“Ja…Ja…Jared!” She hissed, moaned his name as the sound of his fingers moving through her wetness triggered her climax and her whole body seized with pleasure.
Moments later, when he’d pulled his fingers from her and brought them to his mouth to lick clean, Desi could only blink. She couldn’t move and couldn’t speak, just stared at Jared until he lowered his head to hers again and dropped a soft kiss on her lips. She could smell herself on his mouth and snaked out her tongue to lick him.
He groaned. “I want you,” he whispered. “I want you right here and now, but, uh, that’s probably not a great idea.”
