Page 29 of Take Me, Sir

His eyes flicked up to my hands. “Do you need me to untie you?”

I considered the question before answering. “Depends. Are you planning on fucking me anytime soon, or are you just going to make me watch?”

Okay, so maybe the question came out with a little more edge than I intended, but when I saw the way Dean's eyes gleamed, I decided not to regret it.

“I should make you watch me get off,” he said, his hand moving faster. “Get you all worked up and leave you frustrated.”

I squirmed, pressing my thighs together, and he gave me an infuriating smirk.

“Would you like to see me make myself come?” Without missing a single beat, he moved up to the bed.

I automatically spread my legs, but he didn't come any farther than my ankles. I glared at him. “You're saying you'd rather come with your hand than with me? Makes a girl doubt her appeal.”

His smirk widened. “I don't believe for a moment that you don't know how incredibly sexy you are.” He passed his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the drop of precum that'd gathered there. “I could keep this up, come all over your perfect skin, on those amazing breasts of yours.”

A part of me wanted him to do just that, but the ache between my legs was stronger. I needed him inside me.

“Tell me, love, why shouldn't I do that?”

He'd said before that he liked how bold I was, so bold was probably the best way to go. And there was one thing I was pretty sure I could say that would get him inside me.

And it was something I wanted even though I knew I probably shouldn't.

“Because I'm on the pill.” I locked my eyes with his rather than staring at him touching himself. “And I trust you to tell me if there's any other reason you'd need to use a condom.”

He muttered a string of low oaths, some I didn't recognize, but the tone was enough to get the point across. He liked my reason. I knew there was a risk involved in what I was offering, but I'd meant what I said. I trusted him to be honest about whether or not we still needed to use a condom.

He grabbed my ankle, his grip tight enough to get my attention. “Are you sure, love? I don't want you to regret it.”

I bent my knees, opening myself up more to him. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”

He dropped over me so swiftly that I gasped, but he caught himself on his arms before he crushed me. He rested his forehead against mine, his hands grasping my hips to hold me steady. The head of his cock slipped between my folds, searching for entrance. The tip caught, and then he was inside, surging forward to take me in one deep thrust.

“Ah!” The sound burst out of me, my body clenching around the sudden intrusion.

His mouth covered mine, the kiss almost violent. Since I couldn't touch him, I gave the only thing I could, returning the kiss with matched intensity. Our tongues tangled, battled for the dominance that he was claiming from my body. When he began to drive into me, I lifted my hips to meet him even though I knew I would feel it in the morning. Or maybe it was for that exact reason. I wanted to be sore tomorrow so that I would know this hadn't been all some sort of strange, erotic dream. I wanted to feel the pulse between my legs and know that it was because he'd been inside me.

His lips left mine, and I dragged in deep draughts of air, my lungs burning. He bit his way down my neck, hard enough to sting before kissing and licking away the pain. I pulled at my restraints, the desire to touch him outweighing the bruises I knew I'd have on my wrists tomorrow. Then his teeth latched onto the skin at the base of my throat, and I screamed, coming hard enough to see spots. My muscles tensed, clamping around him, and he came too, warmth flooding me as his cock emptied.

I knew I'd pay for all of this in the morning, but for right now, I'd allow myself to bask in the moment.

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I hadvague memories of Dean cleaning me up and rubbing the circulation back into my hands, but everything after my climax was hazy. Even when he climbed into bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me, it almost seemed more like a dream than reality.

Except when I woke up, I was still there. In Dean's hotel room. In his bed. In his arms.

I'd fallen asleep with guys once or twice in the past, but it'd never felt like this when I woke up. There was no anxious thought that I had to leave right away, no nerves telling me that things were about to get weird.

I rolled over to find Dean awake and watching me with a guarded expression. He tightened his embrace with one arm as he used his free hand to push back some hair that'd fallen across my face.

“Are you okay?”

I took a quick inventory before giving him an honest answer. “A bit sore, and I have a feeling my wrists aren't going to thank me anytime soon, but definitely worth it.”

The tension in his body didn't ease. “What we did, that's just a small part of the things I like to do.”

“Okay,” I said.

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