Yes, sir.
He looks like pure sin in this light, the shadows playing off the cut of his muscles. His arms flex as he grips the wood of the dresser, his pants open and sitting low on his hips. I can’t stand this distance between us for another second. Dropping down to my hands, my breasts spilling out over the top of my bustier, I crawl to him. I hold his gaze, heart hammering in my chest. I’m so turned on, I could scream. I may be the one on my knees, but he’s looking at me like I’m a goddess.
He watches me every second, not daring to look away. When he reaches out a hand, I take it. Holding tight to me, he reels me in. “Such a good fucking girl,” he says, his other hand brushing over my hair. “So beautiful on your knees for me.”
I hold in a whimper, biting my bottom lip.
“Look at me, Tess.”
I glance up, my gaze sweeping over his bare chest to hold his gaze.
“Do you like when I call you a good girl?” He’s genuinely curious. He wants to know. He wants this to be good for me too. God, he’s getting me so hot. My sweet consent king with a sneaky dom side. I’m dead.
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
“But you’re not a good girl, are you?” he teases, his thumb tracing down my jaw.
“I try,” I admit, leaning into his touch.
“Bullshit,” he says with a smirk. “You don’t know the meaning of the word. Not when it comes to sex. You’re pure devil. Look at you,” he adds, raising his hand to give my little devil horns a tug. “At least mine was a costume.”
I smile up at him, batting my lashes. “Even devils can be good sometimes.”
“Yeah, when they want something,” he replies. “Tell me what you want.”
I reach out with both hands, brushing them over his jeans, up his thighs. Slowly, I tug at his jeans and briefs, pulling them down his hips. “I want my mark on you,” I admit, gazing up at him. “I want you claimed, Ryan. I saw you with your hands on that sexy Cleopatra, and I wanted to rip her fucking wig off.”
His smile falls as he gazes down at me, a curl of his blond hair sweeping across his brow. He cups my jaw, demanding my attention, his pretty green eyes dark and needy. “Do you really think I would ever look sideways at another woman when I have this goddess at my feet?”
His words strike a cord deep in my trauma-addled soul.
Pretty words. It’s just something men say, but never mean. He won’t be faithful. They never are—
“Tess,” he soothes, both hands cupping my cheeks. It’s like he knows what I’m thinking. A shiver goes through me as he brushes those gentle thumbs over my freckles. “Look at me, beautiful.”
I peer up at him through my lashes.
“There is no one else,” he says, his gaze open and honest. “So long as you give me the time of fucking day, there won’t be. I am so hung up on you, it’s not even funny. When that drunk girl grabbed my hand, I turned around, desperate to see that it was you. I wanted it to be you who came to me—”
“I was coming for you,” I admit, my hands smoothing over his bare hips. “Ryan, I followed you inside. I wanted to find you, be near you. I just want to be where you are.” My gaze darkens as I glare up at him, letting my jealousy loose. “And then I saw her in your arms, and I wanted to fuck you right there in the hallway. I didn’t care who watched.”
His gaze is triumphant. “And what do you want now, pretty devil? Say it out loud.”
I jerk his pants down to his knees, freeing his cock. It bobs in my face, hard and ready for me. I wrap my hand around it, loving the way he tenses, one hand going to my hair. I gaze up at him. “I’m putting my mark on you tonight. You are not a free dick anymore, Ryan. This is mine ‘til I say otherwise.”
His hand tightens in my hair. “Do it. Claim me.”
I lean in, lips parting to taste him, when he pulls on my hair tipping my head back.
“But just know this goes both ways,” he warns. “Unlike the idiot twins down the hall, I don’t fucking share. It’s not in my nature. If my dick is yours, that pussy is mine. We can still be friends who fuck, but I’ll be the only one you’re fucking. Understood?”
I nod, heart racing.
“Speak.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He lets go of my hair, dropping his hand back to grip the dresser. “Now get on my dick.”
Okay, my pussy is officially fanning herself with anticipation. Dom Ryan might be my new favorite. Wasting no more time, my mouth closes around his tip and I suck, wanting my saliva to make it messy. He groans again, his hands going to my shoulders as I slide my painted lips up and down his shaft, stroking him with my tongue.
“So fucking good,” he says, hand tightening in my hair.
I pop off and glance up at him through my dramatic fake lashes. “Like what you see?”
He looks down at me again, his gaze molten as he takes in my devil costume and his dick in my hand, painted red by my lipstick. “Perfect,” he says, grabbing for my shoulders. “Up. Get up.”
I let him pull me to my feet, and then he’s grabbing me, spinning me around and pressing me against the dresser so hard it rattles. He grabs the cups of my lacy bustier and jerks them down harder, fully freeing my breasts. I gasp, loving the tight pinch of the fabric as it bends to his will. He drops his face, peppering my breasts with fevered kisses. Taking one in each hand, he presses his face in at their crease, swiping up my breastbone with his tongue, his breath hot on my skin.
“Oh god,” I whimper, one hand in his hair. I fling the other hand back, feeling the soft velvet of a baby changing table against my palm. I tip my head back too, letting loose a laugh. If I’m going to hell for fucking this man in a baby’s nursery, at least I’m dressed for the occasion.
“Lick my pussy,” I pant. “Ryan, please—need your tongue—yes—” I shower him with soft praise as he drops down to his good knee, jerking my leather skirt up over my curvy thighs until it’s bunched at my hips. I can only imagine what I look like with the girls spilling out and my ass on display. In this moment, I’m too blissed out to care.
Ryan runs his hands up my calves to my thighs, over the black fishnets. “These are fucking killing me,” he says, pressing his face to my thigh to breathe me in. Then he drags his tongue over the stocking, tasting my skin.
I moan with pleasure, both hands dropping back to the dresser as I adjust my stance. “That feels good.”
Leaning back to look at me, Ryan slides both hands up to the top of my black lace panties. “Can I see what’s mine?”
Heart in my throat, I nod. “Yes, sir.”
Holding my gaze, he drags them slowly down my thighs, exposing my pussy. I fight a shiver, my core squeezing on nothing as I wait, desperate for him to give me what I need. He stops the panties halfway down my thighs, keeping my legs pinned together. Then he drops his face forward, grabbing me by the hips as he presses his face to my bare pussy, his warm breath heating my skin as he takes in my essence, peppering my sensitive skin with soft kisses.
“You smell so fucking good,” he says, kissing across to my hip bone. “I love the smell of this pussy. Love the taste.” To prove his point, he flicks open my pussy lips with two fingers and swipes across my clit with his tongue.
My body spasms as I grab for his hair, my other hand holding tight to the dresser.
“You’re gonna come in my mouth,” he orders. “Here. Now. Fast as you can. Get yourself there. This isn’t a marathon, it’s a sprint. Run with me, Tess. Fucking fly.”
His words spin me up and I’m already aching as he descends, devouring me with all the skill of a man who was born to please a woman, a man who craves control. And I want to give it to him. In this moment, I want to be what he needs. This is what I love about sex with an attentive partner—their pleasure becomes your pleasure, and yours becomes theirs.