Page 80 of Cross Check Hearts

“Yes.”

Declan nods to emphasize the point, still holding my face in his hands. My mind races with possibilities and excitement. It’s usually the other way around, so while I’m a little unsure about how to lead, it’s overridden by how hot the idea is.

“Okay. Then strip off the rest of your clothes and get on the bed. Now.” I point at the bed to show him I’m not playing around, and he lifts his eyebrows at me for a second before he smirks devilishly and tears off the last of his clothes so fast it’s hard to keep up.

He stands completely naked in front of me, his cock already at attention, like he’s waiting for me to inspect and approve of him. He’s always sexy, but there’s something about seeing his chiseled, rain-shining body—and this surprisingly submissive side of him—that’s really getting me going.

“You heard me. On the bed.” Declan climbs onto the bed and sits with his back against the headboard, watching me and waiting for my next command. “Don’t move.”

Declan nods, so I reach for the bottom of the sweater I took from his closet and slowly start to drag it up toward my head. I feel his eyes on me, scorching against my skin, as he follows my every movement. His Adam’s apple ducks down and up as he swallows hard when my stomach is fully exposed, and his cock gets even taller when I lift the sweater over my head.

Now I see why he likes this so much. It’s fun to tease him, to get him so worked up that he can’t stand it anymore. So when I lean over to shuck my pants down my legs and Declan moves with me, it brings a smile to my face.

There’s something intoxicating about being in control like this, of being so in charge of someone that they’re almost like a puppet on a string. There’s probably nothing I couldn’t get him to do right now, and that makes me feel powerful—but it’s driving me just as crazy.

Completely naked, I crawl onto the bed and take both his ankles in my hands to pull his legs apart. His cock jumps at the assertiveness, but I keep moving up toward him, letting my hair dangle and drag up his thighs on my way. He reaches out for me, but I catch his wrist in one of my hands and turn his palm up to my mouth to drag my tongue across it. He groans as his cock swells, and I lean over it to let spit drip from my mouth onto its tip.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and I can tell it’s taking everything he has not to put his hands on me. That’s good because right now, I want all the focus on him. I want him to see how he’s made me feel, to know what it’s like to be so overwhelmed with need and desire that he’d do anything—anything—to scratch the itch.

“Stroke yourself,” I order him, and he nods eagerly as he takes his cock in one hand and starts slowly pumping it up and down, coating it with my spit. He lets out a low groan, and his eyes are so full of fire that they’re like coals burning in the dim light. He keeps them locked on me as I reach between my legs to finger my clit and the hood piercing above it. It’s still so sensitive, and the sight of what’s playing out in front of me only makes me that much more turned on.

“You’re full of surprises,” he says as he keeps stroking his cock. “I love this side of you.”

“There’s more where that came from.” Before he can process what I mean, I lean down between his legs and drag my tongue across his balls.

His head falls back against the headboard as he lets out a long, hungry groan, and I can tell from the way he’s twisting his hands up in the sheets that I’m making him feel amazing. I want to suck his cock as much as he probably wants me to, but I don’t want to go right to it just yet, so I keep tracing circles around his balls.

“God, that feels so fucking good,” he hisses, and although he acts like he’s going to reach for my head, he lowers it at the last second like he thought twice about it.

Good. If he wants me to be in charge, then he needs to let me.

But to test his limits, I drag my tongue up the crease of his balls to the base of his cock, using just the tip to lick all the way to his head. He shudders when my tongue slides across it, and smiling, I glance up at him.

“Beg for it. Beg me to suck your cock.”

Flame roils in his eyes, and he stares down at me like he can’t believe this is really happening. “Please. Please put it in your mouth,” he says, his voice trembling like he can barely contain himself, like he’s an active volcano ready to erupt at any second.

“Say it in French,” I say as I flick my tongue against his cock head. He winces and sucks in a breath but doesn’t take his eyes off mine.

“Suce ma bite. Je t’en supplie.”

“Mmm, that’s more like it.”

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something intensely sexy about hearing elegant, fluid French words in his deep, rumbling voice. And the look of pure need on his face only makes my pussy slick with arousal.

I take his length in one hand, gently squeezing it, and lower my mouth onto it. I suck on the head, twirling my tongue against its underside, and Declan goes rigid underneath me. He’s gripping the sheets so hard that I’m mildly concerned he might tear them, but that just encourages me—so I take a deep breath and slide his cock all the way down the back of my throat.

He grunts and bucks beneath me. I let spit leak out around the edges of my mouth and down his shaft to coat it. As I come back up, I use my hand to slick his shaft with the wetness I left behind and keep bobbing up and down on him with both my mouth and hand, gently swirling my fist around his thick, hard length.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes squeezed shut tight as he rests his head back against the headboard.

I don’t know where the idea comes from, but while I slide back down on him, I bring my free hand to his cock to wet it, then reach behind his balls to press my finger lightly against his back hole. He jumps in surprise at first, but as I keep drawing soft circles against it, he moans and relaxes as his cock leaks in my mouth.

I pop off him, licking my lips and savoring his sweetness. “Don’t you dare come. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Please, Hannah. I need to fuck you.Please,” he begs, almost whimpering, and a current of arousal courses through me.

I’ve never heard him this turned on or this desperate, but now that I have, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it. I’d love to keep sucking him like this, but my pussy is throbbing for him, so I drop his cock and climb up into his lap. He takes my breasts in both his hands, staring up at me with lust-filled eyes, as I reach back for his cock to hold it steady.

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