Page 98 of Trouble

Does he think I’m setting boundaries? I don’t mean to be setting boundaries. I just want him to be comfortable, but fuck, if he wants to hold my hand or talk, then what the hell am I doing all the way over here?

I set my beer down on the coaster on the end table and lean forward, elbows on my knees. “If Mel were here, I’d probably have pulled her onto my lap already and slipped my hand down her pants.”

Declan nods like that makes total sense.

“And you’d be hard as a rock watching us, wouldn’t you?”

With a heavy swallow, he nods.

“I’d get her off while I watched the game. Maybe you’d come over here, kiss her neck.”

Declan adjusts himself.

Fuck.

He’s hard, just like I am. I lean back and slide my hand beneath the waistband of my sweats. When I adjust my own dick, I position it so that the tip just barely peeks out. I’m that fucking turned on.

Declan’s watching, his beer bottle dangling from his fingers and his lips parted. “You’re hard.” The way he says it, the deep rumble of his voice, the wonder in it, makes me want to stroke myself, but I don’t know that he’s ready for a move like that.

My heart thunders in my ears. “Fucking steel.”

“If Melina were here, she’d already be on her knees.” He says it so matter-of-factly, his focus fixed intently on me.

If I was any good at reading him, I’d think he’s contemplating what it’d be like to do that himself.

“She would.”

He zeroes in on the bulge in my pants like he’s picturing it. Workingthrough something. Then he meets my eye, his expression full of determination. “I’d like to try that.”

Holy fuck. My cock pulses at the thought of Declan’s mouth coming anywhere near it. At the image of the man I’ve been obsessed with for literal decades crawling over to me, settling between my legs, and taking me into his mouth.

I’ve dreamed of fucking those lips for years. Punishing them for their lack of words, the lack of emotion they show, their infrequent smiles.

I want him to smile at me more than goddamn anything.

“Okay.” I blow out a breath and settle my hands on my thighs, taking a back seat, desperate for him to lead.

With a nod, Declan sets his beer down on his coaster. Then he’s walking toward me. The sound of the coffee table scraping across the floor as he pushes it back is jarring.

He lowers himself to his knees at my feet. The sight is a complete mindfuck and has me weeping in my pants.

“You’re going to have to talk me through this,” he says quietly, his dark eyes locked on mine. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Right. Yes,” I hiss.

Fuck, this is good. We’re communicating. While I assumed he’d never been with another man, I couldn’t be totally sure. Not after the way he controlled every move in the bedroom last night.

Now, having the powerful man who tied me up at my feet, ready and willing to learn how to suckmycock, has me swelling with pride.

“You know what feels good, so I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” I say.

Declan smirks at that. “I like it rough. I like when Melina swallows me down, but damn, I loved fucking your throat today.”

Heat creeps into my cheeks, and I have to look away as I smile, a low chuckle breaking free. “I liked that too.”

Declan settles a palm on my knee, pulling my attention back to him.

“I like it rough too,” I grit out.

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