I sat up, never removing my eyes from his. He took a step back, making room for me. I followed suit and stood up. My legs were shaky. I couldn’t blame the liquid courage. This was all because of him. He stood there, handsome as ever, in his long sleeved white shirt, black slacks, and a tie that was haphazardly strung around his neck. His brown hair now a mess from my fingers running through it. Dodger’s lips stained slightly pink from my lipstick smearing across them. Head to toe, he was mine and I couldn’t be more turned on by it. He was damn sexy and I wanted him.
We were in the pool house of his parents’ place. It was rarely used except when company came over. I took the necessary steps forward, walking around the coffee table. There was a lamp on the floor along with several broken pieces of glass. Donna, Dodger’s mom, had kept the decorations simple yet tasteful. The pool house consisted of a living room, bathroom, a small kitchenette, and a bedroom. Basically a dressed up apartment. I’d only been in here once, but I knew which door I’d need to open when I got to it.
As I twisted, I moved my feet forward. I was currently wearing a strapless bridesmaid dress with an easily reached side zipper. My shoes were already long gone, as I had kicked them off underneath one of the guest tables out by the pool after dancing the night away. I brought my left hand up to the zipper, and slowly started the downward pull, making a show of my undoing it. Each step I took, Dodger was hot on my heels and matching my every move. The dress didn’t take long to slide from my body, exposing each part of me except for what my black lace panties were covering. My breasts were free, and my nipples hardened at the cool air. I made it to the door where the bedroom was and stopped.
Warm breath caressed my neck. He was directly behind me waiting for me to make my next move. Dodger was so close without touching me that my skin could literally feel him. It made me tingle and shiver. My god, when he finally put his hands on me, it was going to be electrifying.
“Open the door, Macie.”
I took small satisfaction that he sounded like he was on the brink of breaking the door down if I didn’t make a move, and soon. I did what he commanded. A beach theme bedspread covered the bed in the right corner of the room and seashells adorned the night stands. A few framed pictures hung on the walls of their family vacations to the Bahamas and Hawaii, making the room feel more like a home.
Taking a deep breath, I moved inside, walking to the foot of the bed. Deciding to make a show of things, I turned, giving Dodger a view of the front of me. Immediately his eyes roamed from my head all the way to my toes and back up again, pausing a moment on my breasts. Goosebumps covered my body, and I held back the need to rub my arms. I wasn’t cold. Not even a little bit. His eyes were searing my skin and my already damp underwear was becoming a pool of desire. I wasn’t sure at this point who was teasing whom the most.
He took one step into me, not yet touching me but close enough I could feel his clothing brushing my over-heated skin. Not once did I break eye contact though. I wouldn’t. If I looked away, I showed I was the submissive one. I wasn’t submissive. Never have been, never will be. I controlled just as much in the bedroom as he did. That’s what I loved about Dodger when it came to being intimate. Sex in the past, guys would readily give in to my dominance and let me lead in the bedroom. With Dodger, it was a power struggle. He refused to give me control no matter how much I tried to take it. It made our sex life explosive.
“On the bed, and open your legs.”
Good lord, he wasn’t fucking around. His demand was downright intimidating. I liked it.
I raised my brow, testing him without words. He glowered.
I did as he asked, but only because I knew if I didn’t, he would pick me up and put me where he wanted me. Control . . . I wanted the control. One upping him, I would do what he asked, but I would raise the stakes. Hooking my thumbs in my black lace panties, I slid them down ever so slowly over my hips. Taking pleasure in his eyes shifting from mine to the moving object. When the lace reached just above my knees, they fell to the floor. The air chilled my exposed breasts, causing my nipples to peak. His chest was moving up and down at a rapid pace, and what little of his pupils I could see in the faded light, were dilated and intent on their target.
Me.
Before any words could be exchanged, I climbed atop the bed and did exactly what he’d asked, word for word. My head fell back against a soft pillow and smooth quilting cushioned my bare skin. I spread my legs wide open for his viewing pleasure. Every little inch of my pussy was in clear view, no doubt glistening from wetness and begging to be touched. A deep guttural growl came from the man standing in front of me. I had him. The look in his blue eyes said I had him. The clenching of his fists said he was barely hanging on. And the bulge in his pants said he was moments away from busting through his zipper and fucking me until we both couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t wait.
“God damn it, Macie.”
I giggled and shrugged my shoulders. “What?” Innocent . . . I’d play the innocent card.
He brought one of his fisted hands up to his face and scrubbed it around trying to regain his composure. Give it up, Dodger. You’re under my thumb. “See what I mean by impossible?”
I busted out my good girl Georgia accent. “Why, whatever do you mean?”
Rough hands took hold of my ankles and yanked me clear off my pillow. Dodger pulled me until I was lined up to his pants zipper. He briefly released me, but his hands returned to my upper thighs, making quick work of moving toward my pussy. He stopped just shy of touching where I wanted him too. I shook slightly, unable to prevent him from seeing it. The side of his mouth tipped up in awareness. The ball was back in his court. He made a show of brushing his palm over my pubic bone, but giving no pressure, nor moving further down where my clit was dying for attention. If I was this close to bursting, I knew it wasn’t going to take much to make him come. He made a second sweep, causing me to grasp the bedding. I clenched my teeth.
“Dodger, I swear to fucking god, if you don’t cut the games right now . . .”
I didn’t even get a chance to finish that thought. His thumb went directly to my swollen clit. A swift flick, then slow steady circles. He leaned over the top of me, bracing his upper body on his arm by my shoulder.
“If I don’t cut the games right now . . . what? What’ll happen, Mace?”
Bastard had me. I was prisoner to his finger doing magical things to me and I wasn’t going to ruin it with a reply.
“Thought so.”
Dodger slammed his mouth down onto mine with a kiss that was bruising and beautiful. His tongue slipped inside my mouth dueling with mine. We were fighting for more. He could have swallowed me up in this very moment, and I’d willingly go down like a fine wine. It was amazing. I wanted to be closer. I wanted us to mold into one. I wanted him to press into me and get as close to me as humanly possible.
I gasped for air. “Dodger.”
His lips were leaving a trail of fire down my neck. “Hmmm?”
I swallowed, even though my throat was dry. “No more games.”