I’ve never seen Declan so pissed. And that’s saying something, because I’ve done a lot of stupid shit that’s pissed him off. But this. . .this is about ten levels past pissed. This is nuclear territory now, where the smallest thing might set him off.
I let him stew in silence on the drive home, even though I had a million questions. I even let him slam the car door shut and head upstairs ahead of me.
It’s not until I walk into our bedroom and see that he’s changed into his gym shorts that I finally say something to him. “Where are you going?” I ask, even though I damn well know.
He finishes slipping on his shirt and says, “I’m gonna hit the gym and try to cool down. Otherwise I’ll never be able to sleep.” He kisses my forehead before trying to go around me, but I place my hand on his waist to keep him here.
“There are other ways to blow off steam, you know.” My hand slips under his shirt and skims across the warm, hard planes of his abs.
Declan’s eyes squeeze shut as the muscles beneath my fingers contract. I see the struggle written all over his face, and it makes my stomach sink a little. All the progress I’d made earlier tonight is gone, and he’s back to worrying about how he might break me.
He won’t, though. He’s the one person in the world who can’t.
Now if I could just help him realize that. . .
My hand slips under the waistband of his basketball shorts, and just like I thought would happen, his eyes pop open and he stills my arm. I hold his heated stare for several seconds, acknowledging his silent warning, but choosing to ignore it.
I run my fingers through the patch of coarse, trimmed hair and go lower still, until his semi-hard cock is in my hand. Declan groans and rests his head on my shoulder while I stroke his thickening shaft.
I press a kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Or I could just blow you.”
I smile at the resulting hitch in his breath and drop to my knees, pulling his shorts down along the way. His cock springs free and I grab the base, eager to have him filling my mouth. But first, I think I’ll tease him a little.
I run my tongue up the underside of his shaft from base to tip, then lick the bead of pre-cum pooling in his slit. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” I ask, cupping his balls while I pepper him with kisses. “I’d suck your cock every day if you’d let me, but you keep hiding it from me.”
Declan hisses as I wrap my lips around him, greedily sucking him deeper. “That’s because I’m a stupid, stupid man,” he half-breathes, half-moans.
His fingers thread through my hair, gripping close to my scalp. I milk every ragged breath and satisfied moan from him that I can, growing high from each one.
Yep, that’s definitely my favorite sound in the whole world.
I glance up at him, meeting his eyes as I hollow my cheeks and suck longer, harder. His brows furrow tight in concentration as he watches his cock slide in and out of my mouth, disappearing and reappearing with every stroke.
“Oh, God,” Declan rasps as he hits the back of my throat, his fingers tightening in my hair. “I fucking love you.”
My panties are so wet they’re clinging to me, and I need to get off soon or I’m liable to combust. I switch hands, gripping the base of his cock with my left one while my right slips inside my jeans and down into my panties. My fingers just slide all over the place, teasing and stroking my clit, but it’s not enough. I need him inside me.
Declan growls and pulls my head back until his cock pops out of my mouth. His chest heaves as he stares down at me with such heated intensity that my heart races and my fingers move faster against me.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
I lick my lips, wet and puffy from sucking him off, and shake my head. Well, try to. He’s got such a tight grip on my hair that my head doesn’t move much.
“It’s not your job to get you off, it’s mine.” The hand that’s not tugging my hair comes around to tenderly stroke my cheek. It’s a perfect example of how well Declan balances the hardness and softness within him.
And because I like to rile him up, I say, “Well you haven’t been doing your job lately. If I want to come, it looks like I need to take things into my own hands.”
The expression on his face darkens so quickly I almost wonder if I crossed the line, but before I can backtrack, he hauls me up onto my feet. I yelp in surprise—and a little in pain—as he drags me over to the bed and pushes me down. My back bounces on the mattress as he grabs the ankles of my jeans and tugs them off in one swift move.
I’m damn near giddy at the manic look on his face. Declan’s about to fuck me so good I can almost taste it.
I scoot back until I hit the headboard, trying to play hard to get. Declan looks downright murderous as he climbs on the bed, hooks his hands behind my knees, and yanks me toward him. My heart gallops in time with my erratic breathing as I stare up at him hovering over me.
“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” he warns, gripping the side of my panties.
My walls clench in greedy anticipation as a small sliver of fear blooms in my chest, spiking the desire coursing through me with a hard edge. The last time he said that, the price I paid was my orgasm. He left me high and dry—or not so dry, as he’s so graciously pointed out—after a steamy round of shower sex.
A cruel smirk twists his lips, like he knows exactly what awful realization I’ve just had.
“That’s not fair!” I exclaim, trying to shove his hands away from my underwear. “You can’t be the only one who comes again!”
I scowl as he overpowers me with one frickin’ arm and pins my hands above my head.
Show-off.
“Oh, I won’t be, Kitten. You can be sure of that.” He pulls on the side of my panties until I hear the thread give way in little tears. Then he rips them clean off me in one fell swoop, the fabric burning as it’s yanked across my skin.
I gasp while he grins.
Tossing my ruined underwear on the floor, he releases my hands and sits up on his knees. He lifts his shirt and pulls it over his head, adding it to our quickly growing pile of clothes on the floor. He shoves up my shirt until my bra is exposed, running his hands over the cups. My breasts are still sore, but when his thumbs linger on my nipples—gently teasing the stiff peaks through the thin, satiny fabric—the ache grows sweeter and more urgent.
It hurts so good.
Declan pulls the cups of my bra down until they’re trapped under my swollen breasts, which pushes my tits up high and presses them together. His eyes roam over my body, my legs spread and anxiously waiting for him to take his rightful place between them.
Instead, he just licks his lips and nods to where I desperately need him to be. “If you want to touch yourself so bad, go for it. Knock yourself out.”
My mouth opens in shock, because I must have misheard him. “What?”
I try to close my legs and sit up, but he pins my thighs to the bed. My muscles burn as I struggle against him, but it’s useless. My legs aren’t closing unless he lets them.
“You said I’m not doing my job, so by all means, show me how it’s done.”
I lock eyes with him, trying to gauge whether or not he’s kidding, but of course he’s not. I should know better by now.
I glare at him before looking away, feeling stupid and awkward as my hand grazes my lower stomach, making its way to my spread-eagle legs. Declan sits back and watches while I rub my clit, my skin still slick with arousal.
My whole body feels like it’s on fire as it heats with embarrassment. I’m about to tell him how uncomfortable and silly I feel being the only one touching myself, but the words die in my throat as soon as I see the hungry, lustful look in his eyes.
Declan doesn’t think it’s silly, judging from the wolfish look on his face and the way he slowly starts to stroke his cock while watching me. My body heats in a whole new way as I watch him.
It’s hot as fuck.
My fingers start moving in earnest, and pretty soon I’m dipping them inside me. Declan groans, low and hoarse, his brows pulled taut in longing as his hand speeds up.
I bite my lip, writhing before him as I watch him jacking off, taking note of how his muscles curve and flex with every movement. “Fuck me,” I tell him breathlessly, my hand sliding between my legs faster and faster. “Please, Declan, fuck me. You’ve made your point, okay?”
He shakes his head with a stubborn set to his clenched jaw. “Not until you’ve made yourself come first. That way you’ll appreciate the orgasm I give you, because it’ll be ten times better than the one your clumsy fingers are working so hard for right now. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—no one can make you come as hard as I can, Kitten. Not even you.”
His words make me moan and I rub my clit faster. Every muscle tightens as I work toward my release, but it’s just out of my grasp and it’s infuriating. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, when I’m about to beg and plead for his cock, he slides two fingers inside me and curls them until they hit my sweet spot.
I cry out and rock my hips, clamping down on his fingers as almost two weeks’ worth of tension explodes and melts within me. I think I hear him curse, but I can’t be sure. It’s hard to focus on anything other than grinding against him and wringing every last ounce of pleasure from these magical fucking fingers of his.
But all too soon, Declan removes his hand and grips my knee. “Open your eyes and watch me come.”
His voice is rough and demanding, his words filthy and hot. They make me squirm under him as my fingers glide over my clit, slippery and throbbing, yet ready to go another round.
It takes a second for the spots to disappear from my vision after having my eyes squeezed shut so tightly, but when they do, I see him stroking his cock above me. Declan groans, digging his fingers into my leg as he paints my stomach with his release.
I come again as soon as the first warm strand hits my belly. It’s tame in comparison to the last one, like a gently lapping wave instead of a riptide, but each jet that lands on me extends my orgasm by a few good seconds.
By the time Declan slows his fist, I feel warm and sated. A bit like Jell-O. And we haven’t even gotten to the sex yet.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling a big, goofy grin. I’m so fucking happy right now. My dirty, bossy Declan is back, and oh God, how I’ve missed him.
“Good game.” Declan smacks the side of my thigh and climbs off the bed. I stare, dumbfounded, as he grabs a tissue from the nightstand and cleans himself up, then grabs his shorts from the floor.
Leaning up on my elbows, I look over at him. “What the hell?”
“What?” Declan’s brows pinch together before his eyes dart to my stomach. “Oh, right. Sorry.” He grabs a few more tissues and holds them out to me, and oh my god, he can’t be serious.
“You can’t be serious.” Declan just blinks and continues to hold out the tissues. Sitting up, I yank them from him. “Get your ass back in this bed and fuck me.”
The corner of his mouth tilts up in the cockiest smirk I’ve ever seen. “I said I’d make you pay for it, didn’t I?”
My blood starts to boil when I realize he’s serious. He’s really not going to fuck me.
An awful, ear-splitting scream of frustration erupts from me as I push past him and cross the hallway. I slam the bathroom door shut and turn on the shower, but it’s not enough to drown out his laughter.