13
IT WAS EXACTLY eight o’clock the next night when Gabe glanced at the clock on the bedside table. He was in a hotel room at the Palms sitting in an armchair like last time waiting for Megan. He’d decided to forgo the scotch tonight, preferring not to dull his excitement. Ever since they’d decided to see each other again, his thoughts had been filled with the many ways he wanted to have Megan. Almost everything they did would be new to her, and that was satisfying in a way he couldn’t explain. Excitement, tenderness, and lust all tangled together.
He’d been a little surprised when she’d said she wanted to have sex again. While he knew she’d had a good time, a part of him had thought he’d scared her. He hadn’t been gentle with her, and while experimenting with restraints was one thing, coming back for more was something else. He couldn’t quite believe she might want the same thing he did. Sex without the normal rules that went along with it.
Sex with only his rules.
He’d never had an arrangement like this with a woman before. The women he hooked up with were free to do as they pleased when not with him. He’d never wanted anything more than sex. But Megan had changed that. There was something intoxicating about having all of her to himself. She was his to command, and it seemed like she got off on what got him off. He’d fantasized about being her teacher in all the ways she could please him, and the fact that his wish had been granted was almost too much to process. Bastard that he was, he liked corrupting her.
Even more than that, he liked that he could give her what she needed. He’d never expected her to confess her issues with having an orgasm through sex. He was surprised she had an issue at all given how responsive she’d been. That confession was what had cinched the deal for him.
As much as he wanted her in his bed again, he knew she had the ability to touch something inside that he’d kept hidden for a long time. That scared him. It was dangerous to let anyone have that control, but it’d be worth playing with fire if he could help her. He didn’t know why she had issues with sex, and he wouldn’t ask—asking would only invite more questions he wasn’t ready to answer. So he’d help her and enjoy every minute of it. And when it was time for her to move on—and she would because he couldn’t give her what she needed emotionally—he’d kiss her good-bye and go back to how things had been before.
The metallic click of the lock turned seconds before Megan stepped into the room, making his heart race. She closed the door behind her, then set her purse on the table. Her gaze was eating up the distance between them and he realized that she was as turned on as he was. She’d been thinking about this night ever since they’d arranged it. Just like he had.
“Turn around,” he said without standing, moving his finger in a slow circle. She was wearing a dark blue dress that fell to midthigh. It was long-sleeved and hugged her curves, with a deep V between her breasts, sexy without being too revealing, just like her. He gave a rumble of approval at the way the fabric stretched taut over her ass, and his palms tingled to touch her. She’d just walked in the room and he was already hard.
When she had completed the turn, he said, “You dressed up for me.” He liked that she wanted to please him.
She gave him that smile that made him want to know all her secrets. “I felt sexy.”
“Beautiful, but there’s nothing sexier to me than you naked. Take it off.”
She didn’t hesitate, but she moved slowly as if savoring the fact that he was watching her. Her fingers tugged at the tie on the belt holding the dress closed, and his breath hitched as he anticipated seeing her. She shrugged out of the dress, letting it fall down her arms to puddle on the floor. She was smooth skin, toned muscle, and long legs. Amber light from the lamp in the corner of the room painted her body with a golden glow. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Jesus, she was stunning.
“The bra too. Show me those gorgeous tits.”
She bit the inside of her lip and looked down, as if she was embarrassed about liking the dirty things he said. But he didn’t care if she was embarrassed, as long as she liked them. “Come here,” he ordered when she’d dropped the black lace bra to the floor.
She moved slowly, hips swaying with each step she took in her heels. Spreading his knees, he leaned forward and pulled her by the hips until she was standing between them. He closed his eyes as he took in her now-familiar scent. His palms moved up her sides to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her beaded nipples. She sucked in a breath at the contact, and he couldn’t help but smile, knowing she was already wet for him.
“Now for my terms,” he said, meeting her gaze.
“Okay.” Her voice was already a little breathless, and she licked her lips.
“From now on, I’ll have a key waiting for you downstairs, but you’ll get here first.” His gaze roamed down her body as he spoke, catching on her puckered nipple. He teased her with the flat of his tongue before sucking her nipple into his mouth. She gasped and swayed into him. He grabbed her hips to keep her steady, and then let her nipple go with a soft pop. “Come into the room and undress. Kneel on the bed and wait for me.” She was wearing a thong, so his hands slipped down to lightly cup her ass, loving the feel of her warm skin against his palms. “No bra, no panties. Nothing to stop me from getting to you. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He placed a kiss on her nipple, smiling when she pushed forward, wanting more. “I want you ready for me when I call.” He hadn’t thought that one out, but he liked it as soon as he said it. He liked the idea of her being ready for him.
She liked it too. Her eyes lit up and darkened at the same time. “You mean you could call at any time and I’d have to drop everything to meet you?”
He nodded, scraping his beard against her soft skin. He hadn’t shaved this time, wanting to see the marks he’d leave on her skin. “Your pussy is mine when I want it, how I want it.” He knew he’d probably keep it to nights, but it was fun to pretend, and fuck, he liked the idea of her belonging to him. It fed something primal inside him he hadn’t even known existed.
She smiled, biting her lip as she accepted the fact that she liked what he said as much as he did. “Okay, we can try that.”
He smiled up at her, giving her hip a gentle caress. “If you ever want to stop, all you have to do is tell me. You know that?”
Her eyes softened and she nodded. He wanted to kiss her, but he’d decided that he wouldn’t. Kissing her when he’d thought they’d only have the one night together was one thing. Kissing her over and over again over the coming weeks . . . well, that’d be too much. He was already wary of losing too much to her.
Instead, he squeezed her ass and took her other nipple into his mouth, loving how she arched into him and lifted her hands, but hesitated, probably because she remembered how he’d forbidden her to touch him last time. For a split second, he wanted her fingers in his hair, holding him against her as he made her feel good. But there was a strange intimacy to the vision that flashed through his mind. It scared him as much as it appealed to him. He couldn’t deal with the possibility of opening himself up to that kind of pain again. He’d have a fun few weeks with Megan, and then he’d have to let her go before things went too far.
The moment passed when she put her hands back at her sides, and he pulled away from her. Gripping her hips, his thumbs slipped under the strap of her thong, pulling it out just enough for him to get a glimpse of her smooth pussy. He inhaled again, reveling in her. “Have you touched yourself thinking about me?”
Her eyes widened and he could tell that she had, but she bit her lip instead of answering.
“You can tell me.”
She nodded. “I made myself come thinking about what we’d done. What I wanted us to do.”
He pulled the thong down her legs, and she braced her hands on his shoulders as she stepped out of it. Instead of tossing it aside, he stuffed it in the pocket of his jeans. He liked the idea of her going home with nothing but her dress on. He also liked the idea of keeping something of hers, something that had touched her skin, something that smelled like her, but he didn’t examine that too deeply.
His hand moved up her inner thigh. She took in a shaky breath when she realized his intention. He nearly groaned aloud when his fingertips found her damp. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”
She made a sexy sound in the back of her throat and widened her legs to give him better access. He moved the tip of his longest finger around her entrance, teasing her, causing her to tilt her hips to get more contact.
“Have you been like this all day?”
She nodded. “Since I saw you yesterday.”
He closed his eyes, remembering the way she’d squirmed in her chair as they’d talked. “Did you go home and touch yourself?”
“Yes. I came thinking about you bending me over that table and fucking me.”
He groaned as more blood rushed south, making him throb. He brought his fingers forward, circling her clit once before letting her go. “No more touching yourself unless I tell you to. Your orgasms belong to me now.”
“But . . .” She looked away, and he could practically see her mind racing with the unfairness of the rule. The truth was he was too greedy for her. He wanted them all for himself.
Before she could respond, he said, “Show me.”
Her mouth fell open. “What?”
“Go sit on the bed.” He leaned back in the chair. “Show me how you touch yourself.” When she finally turned to go, he smacked her ass. Not hard enough to leave a handprint this time, but enough to remind her not to question him.
She sat on the side of the bed and pulled her feet—still in her high heels—up to rest on the edge, spreading herself open for him to see. This room was similar to the other one, but configured a little differently so the chair faced the bed, leaving only a few feet between them.
“You’re gorgeous, Megan.” He wasn’t exaggerating. She was beautiful, and her pussy was swollen and so aroused he could sink right into her with little resistance. His cock twitched and lengthened at the thought.
She dipped her fingertips into her wetness, pushing inside a little.
“Let me see you tease your clit.” He licked his lips, trying to draw this out, but really wanting to bury himself inside her. He reminded himself that she needed this. She needed him to teach her how to let go with a man.
She obeyed, bringing her fingers up to touch her clit. “Good girl.” At first her gaze stayed on his face, but as she got into it, her fingers circling her clit and then putting pressure on it, she closed her eyes. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “So good.”
Eventually her head fell back and her breath came faster. She was beautiful and his. For now. A familiar wave of possessiveness came over him as he watched her pushing her boundaries for him. He unbuttoned his jeans, gingerly pushing down the zipper, before reaching inside and pulling his cock free. He fisted it tight to take some of the pressure off, but he was already so close and she hadn’t even touched him. By the way her hips were moving, he could tell that she was close too.
“Stop, Megan.”
She groaned, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she picked up speed.
“Megan.” His voice was a harsh command that drew her from her fog of arousal. “Do you remember what I told you last time? About obeying me?” He stroked himself, drawing her eager gaze to his erection.
“G-good girls get cock?”
“Do you want cock, sweet girl, or do you want me to come on your tits?” She stared at him with longing, licking her lips, and he knew he had his answer. “Are you a good girl?”
She nodded and removed her fingers from between her legs. He remembered the condoms in the backpack beside his chair, along with a few other goodies. Fishing one from the box, he was about to tear the wrapper open when she said, “We can use condoms if you want, but we don’t have to. I . . . We’re covered.”
He paused, because he hadn’t even dared to think about how amazing it’d feel to be inside her bare. He swallowed thickly and glanced at Megan, his gaze going from her eyes to her sweet little pussy, open for him. His to take, and own, in every single way. Fuck yes. He tossed the condom aside. “Then come over here and ride my cock.”
She scrambled to her feet and walked over. There was something alluring about being clothed while she was nude. It was a physical manifestation of her submission to him. It filled him with power and tenderness all at the same time. Taking her hand, he guided her fingers to his mouth, sucking her taste from them.
“Mmm,” he groaned as he let them go and brought her hand to rest on the back of the chair. She slid her knees on either side of his thighs. One hand on her hip, the other guided him to her opening. She was hot and so fucking wet as he slicked his head back and forth. “Gabe,” she whispered, moving her hips, eager for more.
He pushed upward and pulled her down all in one move, fucking her deep. Their mingled cries filled the room. “You feel so damn good,” he groaned. She gripped him tight, clenching and unclenching, needing more. Somewhere in the back of his mind there was a needling doubt, something trying to tell him that taking her this way with nothing between them was too much too fast, but she felt too damn good to stop.
When he could think straight, he allowed her to move. It wasn’t long before he was pumping upward, meeting her thrust for thrust, needing to bury himself inside her. Needing to come so hard that he lost himself.
As she bounced on his lap, he took her nipple into his mouth. She cried out, clenching around him, and he knew she was close. He slipped a hand between them, his thumb brushing over her clit, making her buck wildly. She threw her head back and called out his name. Gripping her hips, he thrust into her, fucking her hard and fast as she came, her pussy clenching him so tight that he forgot to breathe. Forgot everything but the woman in his arms and the way he needed her.
He roared when he exploded inside her. She fell against him, spent from her orgasm. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, and for a minute he didn’t even care that her fingers had found their way into his hair. For a minute, it felt right.