Control (10 page)

“My day was peachy,” he grumbled and reached for the bottle again.

I set the grocery bags I’d brought with me on his table and slowly approached him. “How many of those have you had?”

“This’ll be my third.” He rubbed one bare foot over the other and filled his glass.

When he raised it to his mouth, I took hold of his arm and shook my head. “I think you’ve had enough.”

“Oh, is that what you think?”

I nodded.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You really are a mama bear, aren’t you?”

I wouldn’t know.

“What’s going on?” I took the cup from his hand and set it on the counter, then stepped into his personal space. “You were doing okay when I left last night and when we talked this morning.” I brushed his hair back, exposing his pretty face. “What happened?”

Vy blinked up at me, the green in his eyes bleeding to gold as I watched. I felt a tight pulling in my groin, arousal hitting me hard and fast.

“I don’t want to talk about my day,” he rasped.

“No?” I circled my hand around his throat and wedged my knee between his thighs. “What do you want to do, Vy?”

He bit his lip, and his cheeks reddened as he lowered his gaze shyly. The fact that this man, who normally took pride in his position of power and strength, who exhibited confidence to an extreme degree, could take on that expression so sincerely was amazing. It also turned me on. I wondered what else I could do to make him blush.

“Do you want me to guess?” I whispered as I bent down and tugged his ear between my teeth.

He whimpered.

“Let me think.”

With my hand on his neck and my leg between his thighs, I moved forward until I had him pressed firmly against the counter with my larger body, leaving him no room to move. Like I expected, my guy moaned.

“I like that sound,” I said, wanting him to know he’d pleased me. “Think I can get you to make it again?”

Vy flared his nostrils and gasped.

Before he could answer, I moved my free hand to his chest and rubbed it over his nipple. “I pay attention, you know?” I took hold of the sensitive flesh through his shirt. “I remember how much you enjoyed having me play with you here.” I squeezed his nipple and twisted it hard.

“Ah!” Vy grabbed my forearms and went up on tiptoe. “Robert?” His eyes were wide, questioning but wanting too. I could see a well of unexplored desire just waiting for me to sate it.

“Do you like everything hard, Vy?” I asked, my voice rough with need. “’Cause I can give that to you.” After another twist that made him groan, I moved to his other nipple and pinched it. “Say the word, and I’ll have you screaming my name ’til you’re hoarse.”

I dipped my face and smiled when he reflexively tilted his head to the side, giving me more room. “I need to hear you say the words.” I bit his shoulder and then sucked my way up his neck.

It wasn’t that I had any doubt about how he felt. And it wasn’t because the idea of him begging for me turned me on, though it definitely did. The reason I wanted him to
ask
for what he wanted was that I wanted him to
know
what he wanted.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Please what?” I slid my hand down his chest and then shoved his shirt up and raked my nail over his now swollen buds. “Please keep touching you here?”

“Ungh.”

“Or do you want something else?”

He gulped and I felt the movement over my hand, which was still pressed tightly to his throat, leaving no doubt about the control I had over him.

Looking him straight in the eyes, I demanded, “Say it.”

“I—” He shook his head, looking pained. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can.” I moved both hands down his body, circled them around his waist, and then cupped his ass through his worn jeans. “You can ask for what you want.” I squeezed his muscular cheeks hard. “What you need.” I rubbed my finger down his crease. “I’ll give it to you.”

The noise he made then, a tortured gurgling sound, almost unmanned me. Had anyone ever wanted me so much? But my little bird was too stubborn, too proud, too caught up in his power-play games to admit it. Well, I could be stubborn too. It wasn’t my preferred approach, but Vy needed it. Deep in my gut, I could tell that no matter how confused he looked, no matter how hard it was for him to articulate what he wanted, he needed me to take charge. I could give that to him. But first, he’d have to utter the words.

“You want me to say it first?” I asked as I effortlessly lifted him off his feet.

When his groin was even with my waist, I slid my hands down his thighs and then clutched them tightly as I spread him wide and tilted him back.

His mouth dropped open, and I felt his quick breaths on my face.

With my gaze glued to his, I rocked my hips forward and moved my rigid shaft over his crease. “You want me to fuck you, Vy?”

As fast as he was breathing, I thought he might hyperventilate.

“Shhh.” I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his. “Don’t worry. I’m going to give you everything.” I lapped at him until he opened for me, and then I slid my tongue into his mouth. As we tasted and kissed, I continued to thrust against his backside, making sure he felt what he did to me.

“Robert?” he mouthed more than whispered. “Want you.”

His eyes were closed, his face flushed, and his lips red and swollen.

“What do you want?”

He wiggled against me. It was hard to resist when he dragged his butt over my dick, even though we were separated by two sets of pants and one set of briefs—no way was he wearing underwear under those paper-thin jeans.

“The words,” I reminded him, my control growing thin. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to ask for it.”

Shaking so hard his teeth chattered, Vy gulped, looked into my eyes, and said, “Please. I need you inside me.” He lowered his gaze and whispered, “Need it so bad.”

I slammed my mouth against his as a reward for both of us, biting, licking, sucking, claiming. Something deep inside me rejoiced.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The thought pulsed through my veins and throbbed in my mind.

“Bed,” I growled when he yanked his head back and gasped for air.

“Later.” He shoved his hands between us and went for my zipper. “I need you now.” He cupped my cock, and I throbbed. “I’ve never… I don’t… I can’t wait.”

I gathered him close and marched out of the kitchen. “I’m not doing this in your kitchen.”

“You were willing to do it in an alley,” he reminded me.

“That was different.” I stayed on track.

“Why?” he whined.

I had no idea, but it was.

“Robert.” He licked behind my ear and nipped my neck. “Please. Don’t make me wait.”

For someone who couldn’t talk moments earlier, he was suddenly having no problem begging.

“Bed,” I growled, my brain too hazy with lust to think in complete sentences.

When we passed the couch, he somehow managed to slide down my torso and shimmy out of my arms. “The couch is good.” He reached up behind his head, tugged his shirt off, and tossed it on the floor. “It’s soft.”

“No.” I batted his hands away from his zipper and tossed him over my shoulder. “You want me to do you on the couch? No problem. We can take care of it after dinner. The ottoman too. That chair.” I tipped my chin toward the chair I walked by. “But the first time we do this, it’s going to be in bed.”

Why that mattered so much to me, I couldn’t say, but it did. It really did. I’d had a lot of sex with a lot of men, but none of it felt like this. None of them felt like him.

Before long, we were in Vy’s cozy bedroom. I gently lowered him onto his fluffy bed and then took a moment to admire him. The down blanket was covered in a rich maroon duvet, and his golden hair and creamy skin looked perfect on it.

“What?” he asked as he tucked his thumbs into his waistband. “You’re looking at me funny.”

“Nothing.” I shook my head fast, hoping to clear the haze of lust and want and need and lo— “Nothing.”

He shoved his pants over his hips and down his thighs before kicking them off entirely. Then he flipped over, climbed onto his hands and knees, and crawled toward the head of the bed. My gaze was glued to his perfect backside, the muscles flexing and moving, and when he bent forward to yank the blanket down, I got my first look at the tempting pink rosebud.

“What?” He twisted his head and looked at me.

“Huh?” It was hard to tear my gaze away from his ass.

“You made a funny noise.”

Probably because I was about to cum in my pants.

I peeled off my shirt and had my belt unbuckled and jeans unzipped in seconds. Unfortunately, with my boots still on my feet, I wasn’t going anywhere, a fact I discovered when I tripped and fell face-first onto the bed. It would have been embarrassing, but my dick ached too much at that point for me to care about anything other than getting off.

“Let me help you,” Vy said with a chuckle.

I flipped onto my back as he crawled out of bed. When I felt him tug on my boot, I looked down and moaned at the sight that met me—Vy kneeling on the floor at my feet.

“Oh Lord.” Surely he was trying to kill me. I tugged my balls away from my body.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he yanked off my boots.

“No! Get up here so I can fuck you already.”

A couple of seconds later, he did exactly that. With his laughter filling the room and a smile gracing his face, I couldn’t find I regretted turning our passionate moment into a bit of a comedy.

“I like seeing you smile, Vy,” I confessed.

He climbed onto my lap and straddled my waist.

“I’m not much of a smiler,” he said as he turned his face into my palm and kissed it.

“I know.” I cupped his cheek. “Let’s see what I can do to change that.” I tangled my fingers in the back of his hair and pulled him down until our lips met.

Though moments earlier I had felt like I’d die from blue balls if I didn’t get inside his sweet ass, I found myself enjoying the sensation of his silky skin rubbing against me, the taste of his mouth as I twined my tongue with his, the soft sounds of pleasure and surrender he couldn’t seem to hold back.

“Robert.” He moaned and writhed on top of me, rubbing his ass over my dick. “You feel so good.”

“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you.”

I dragged my hand over his back and across his crease.

He gasped and stilled, no longer moving or blinking or breathing. It dawned on me then that maybe this was new to him.

“Vy?” With my free hand, I pushed his hair out of his face. “Have you ever bottomed?”

When he didn’t respond, I had my answer.

“Do you want this?” I asked gently.

He bobbed his head and rasped, “So much.”

“I’ll take care of you,” I promised and rolled us over so he was lying on his back and I was on top of him. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

He swallowed hard, took in a deep breath, and spread his legs, leaving himself exposed. His trust in me was arousing as hell, which was expected, but it also lit another part of me. My chest ached with feelings I didn’t recognize and couldn’t articulate.

“Thank you,” I whispered before bussing my lips over his one last time.

Reminding myself to go slow and ease him into it, I kissed and licked my way down his neck. His nipples were red and swollen from the attention I’d paid them earlier, so I lapped at them and then blew on the moist skin, hoping to soothe.

“Oh,” Vy moaned.

“Good?”

“Yeah,” he said as he nodded.

“Good.”

I traced his abdominal muscles with my tongue, sucked on the area right above his hip, and licked his dripping crown, all the while scooting down his body. When my face was even with his groin, I slid my shoulders under his legs and angled them up, causing his ass to tilt and exposing his pucker.

I raised my gaze and looked into Vy’s eyes as I cupped his cheeks with both hands, spread him wide, and dragged my tongue over his hole.

“Oh!” His eyes widened with surprise.

Without slowing, I focused on his puckered skin, flicking my tongue over it until all I heard were gasps and moans.

“Robert, please.”

I curled my tongue and slid it into his passage.

“Robert!” He crunched his stomach and looked at me, his pupils huge, forehead damp with sweat.

“Mmm,” I moaned and dragged one hand down his thigh. “Want you.” I pushed my thumb into his ass.

“Yes,” he responded immediately. “Please, yes.”

“Where’s your lube, Vy?”

Before he could answer, I pushed my other thumb inside him and fucked him with my thick digits.

“Ah!” He arched his back. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Vy?” I stopped moving.

He looked at me and panted.

“The lube?”

“Nightstand,” he finally said.

I nodded and then got back to work, spreading my thumbs and pressing my mouth to his hole so I could tongue-fuck him again.

“Oh Lord.” His entire body shook. “I… I…. Robert. Robert. Robert!”

The last call was loud and desperate. It seemed neither of us wanted to wait. I sat up but kept one hand on his ass, replacing my thumbs with two fingers and pumping them in and out. Tall as I was, I was able to stretch enough to reach the nightstand with my other hand and retrieve the lube.

“You’re huge,” Vy said.

I glanced over and saw him staring at my rigid cock.

“You can take me,” I assured him, knowing I’d opened him up and relaxed him.

“I want to.” He raised his gaze to my eyes and then grabbed his legs behind his knees and pulled them against his chest. “Take me.”

With a few quick movements, I had my dick and his crease slick and ready. I knelt between his legs, set his ankles on my shoulders, and pressed my crown against his rosebud. The sight of him waiting for me was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and when I pushed inside his guardian ring and watched him open for me, I moaned.

“So beautiful, Vy.” I kissed his calf. “Every damn part of you is so beautiful.”

He arched up as I slid the rest of the way inside his channel, not stopping until my balls were slapping against his skin.

“Ungh, so good,” he moaned. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he arched his back. “You feel so good inside me.”