Page 84 of Time Out

Bossy. He was so bossy. I’d seen glimpses of it that first night together, and it did something to me. I wouldn’t have thought I’d enjoyed being bossed around in bed, not when I worked so hard to not need anyone, but every time Davis spoke a command, my body complied before I could think.

Even then, I turned and felt absolutely no embarrassment or worry at what he saw as I walked from him and climbed on the bed. Once I was how he wanted me, I settled my hands to the bed and waited, licking my lips while he slowly, much too slowly, divested himself of his shirt, the tank beneath, and bared his chest to me. Those muscles. That tanned and toned skin and the bricks that appeared as he raked his gaze all over my body.

“You’re perfection,” he muttered and bent down, pressed his lips to my inner knee, hands curling around my thighs and spreading me open. “I crave you. Every day I’ve thought of you and how good that first night was, how good you felt when I was deep inside of you.” His fingers drifted up my thighs, skimming my flesh and the goose bumps he caused before brushing over where I was soaked and throbbing for him.

A whimper escaped me, and Davis’s grin turned wicked. “You’ll need to stay quiet, honey. Can you do that for me?”

Absolutely not.

Still, I nodded. I’d try. We’d need to.

And then he pressed two fingers deep inside me. He filled me in a moment, and my body rolled, my toes curled as the press of his fingers ran along my inner walls, my head pushed back into the bed and my teeth pressed into my lips.

It was amazing, and as I throbbed around him, Davis bent over me and brought a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it into a wet, tight peak and kept his hands steady while his mouth at my breasts, paying equal attention to both drove me to distraction. This was maddening, and every time I rolled my hips, I tried to find the pressure to take care of it myself, he slid his fingers out, making it more difficult.

“Still, Maggie. I’ll get you there.”

I trusted him. It didn’t matter. “You need to do it faster.”

He huffed against my breasts, bit down on my nipple, and I cried out in an equal mix of pleasure and stinging pain before he sucked it back into his mouth, laved my nipple with his tongue before sliding off, down, and it didn’t escape me he was still mostly clothed while I was fully exposed.

I’d never been in a more vulnerable position, and yet I was completely safe.

Trust him.

I opened my eyes and reached for him, uncurled my fingers from their grip on his bed, and ran my hands over his shoulders, up the back of his neck, and scraped my nails through his hair, along his scalp while he kissed my stomach, my ribs. He played with my body like we had all the time in the world until both of his large palms curled around the backs of my thighs and with one quick tug, he had me practically bent in half, my bottom lifted off the bed.

He swiped his tongue along my seam to my clit, and my mouth dropped open in complete, obscene pleasure.

He dove in and then ate me until the sounds he pulled from my body were too much to fully hold back. His teeth scraped my clit, that quick burst of pain before he sucked it into his mouth while, at the same time, he moved those fingers deep inside of me, fucking me with his fingers in such a forceful way, it showed how much he’d been holding back before.

He was a man who wanted it rough and had probably held back for fear of scaring me.

Little did he know, there was nothing he could do that would scare me.

“Yes,” I hissed right as that first wave of my orgasm barreled down on me.

I rolled wave after wave, my body exploding with heat and excitement and so much pleasure I was spun out to sea, pulled back, and yanked under again. I rode each wave Davis pulled me through with his fingers and mouth until I was listless, and he was pressing gentle kisses along my inner thighs, brushing his hands down my legs and setting me back to the bed.

“Fucking perfection,” he grunted and stood.

In a blink, he was naked, his hand wrapped around his thickness, stroking himself and moving toward the nightstand. I quickly rolled to my stomach to not miss a single second of the view of his perfect body and when he saw me on my knees and hands, crawling toward him, a pleasure low growl rumbled through him.

“Stay like that.”

I froze on the bed, so instantly attuned to what he needed and dropped my head to the mattress. My hair fanned out around me, tickling my back and shoulders, and the bed dipped while Davis climbed onto it. The weight of him on the bed rocked me back and forth, and then his lips were pressing to my spine.

“I don’t know if I love your ass or tits more,” he murmured, as his palms went to the globes of my backside and he squeezed.

I, frankly, didn’t give a damn what he liked more because every touch from him turned me on, made me feel cherished and treasured. So completely taken care of.

His knees knocked against the inside of mine, forcing me to widen, and then he was there, the condom-covered head of his thick length pressing into my opening. The stretch was incredible, and as he slid inside, a groan escaped my parted and parched lips.

“Feels so good,” I whispered, and my hands went to the bed in front of me. My fingers curled into the covers as he filled me so completely.

“Perfection. You’re so damn perfect for me.” He grunted the words, and as much as I wanted to look back and see his face, watch his features distort as he began moving inside of me, one of his hands slid up my back, curled around my shoulder. The other settled at my hip, holding me against him, and he used me, yanking me against him while his hips slammed into me over and over. The slide of him so deep inside, the pain when he hit the end of me, the stretch of him forcing me open, all of it ignited a completely different sensation deep inside my core.

He moved like the hounds of hell were chasing him, forcing him to be harder. Rougher. Faster. And with each thrust, he went deeper. Deeper into my body, straight to my soul where I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to kick him out if I wanted.