Page 19 of The Complication
A choked sound erupted from my throat as my body forgot how to breathe. Had he lost his mind? Maybe I’d misheard him. But there was no chance to ask. His mouth descended on mine, stealing away my ability to speak or even think.
The burning touch of his lips and the sweep of his tongue shoved away the few thoughts I’d cobbled together. In all the months we’d spent together, we hadn’t taken a lot of time to kiss. The most productive thing we’d done with our mouths had been some cock sucking.
But I was starting to wish we had kissed more. Declan Foster claimed my mouth as his own personal property and settled in like he planned to build a home. And there was nothing I could do about it.Fuck. Who would want to? My body melted into his bigger frame, and my brain shut off all but the most basic functions.
I kissed Declan with everything I had, not caring how we’dgotten to this point. It was the first time in so fucking long that something felt good. That the pain in my chest was no longer choking me, and panic didn’t swamp me. With one kiss, I believed everything was going to be okay.
Declan’s hands wandered down my body, massaging away the tension from my shoulders and back. They dug deep into the tissue of my ass until I moaned into his mouth. One hand slipped between us and cupped my growing hard-on through my shorts. I hissed in a mix of pleasure and pain as I broke off the kiss.
“We can’t.”
“Why?”
I could only stare at him in dumbfounded shock. “My daughter is in the next room.”
“Your daughter issleepingin the next room, which means you need to be quiet.”
Before I could argue further, Declan spun me and pulled me close so that my back slammed into his chest. My shorts fell to my ankles. When the hell had he found the chance to undo the button and zipper? Declan wrapped his powerful arms around me, one hand going to my dick and the other closing carefully on my throat. In a matter of seconds, he’d created the feeling of being safe and completely under his control.
“I’d forgotten how much I appreciated your preference for commando during the warmer months,” Declan whispered in my ear. Goose bumps broke out across my arms as his lips brushed my earlobe.
His semi-rough hand drifted up and down my shaft, stroking with enough pressure to get me hard, but not enough to get me off. A needy whine squeezed from my throat.
“Declan, don’t tease.”
“Wanted to make sure I had your attention.” Declan lifted the hand holding my cock and spit in his palm before gripping me again.
He resumed stroking me, his grip firmer and his motions faster. His hand on my throat also tightened without ever constricting my ability to breathe. It wasn’t about asphyxiation but knowing Declan was in complete control of my body. He’d taken away everything so that my only job was tofeel. No more decisions, responsibilities, or searching for answers.
A moan poured from my lips as an intense wave of pleasure built within me.
“Quiet. Not a sound,” Declan admonished while speeding up his strokes.
Flashes of our first two times together passed through my mind. The cold and proper Declan Foster’s thick cock deep in my ass, him growling at me to be quiet in that tiny stall while people came and went in that bar bathroom. The devil in me had wanted to cry long and loud so everyone would be jealous of the incredible dicking I was receiving, but I hadn’t because I was afraid he’d stop, afraid I’d never get to have this a hundred more times in my bed.
“Next time I touch your cock, you’re going to be riding mine. Do you understand?” Declan growled. He shifted his hips as he spoke, pushing them forward so I could feel his hard dick pressing against the crease of my ass. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my dick. You can be as loud as you want.”
My exhausted body could summon up no more energy to fight off the inevitable as my mind glommed on to the image of riding Declan’s perfect dick while those hot, greedy eyes watched me.
The orgasm that had been building tore through my resistance as if it were wet tissue paper. Scorching hot pleasure burned through my body, destroying all thought and stress. My mouth fell open to let out a cry, but the hand on my throat slapped across my lips, muffling the last of my orgasm.
When I stopped coming, I leaned all my weight on Declan, relying on him to keep me upright now that my legshad stopped working. He removed his hand from my mouth and gripped my shoulder with his forearm across my chest. He released my cock with the other hand and slowly licked his fingers clean, sending a shiver through me. Declan Foster was gruff and taciturn, but he could also be so sexy it short-circuited my brain.
“Now, I want you to take a hot shower. I’ll sit with Joy until you’re out. Then you will take a nap. Your car will be here. We’ll have dinner and figure out your next steps. Okay?”
I nodded, clinging to the feeling of calm as long as I could. The panic was gone. With a few simple sentences, he’d made the world seem manageable again.
As he released me to stand on my own, he brushed a soft kiss to the tender flesh right behind my ear, causing my heart to flutter. He’d never done that before. Kissing between us had been foreplay and nothing more.
This was something else entirely.
I shoved the thought aside as soon as it formed, and stripped. The hot shower helped to keep me relaxed, and I might have taken extra pleasure in the expensive soaps I found in there.
When I returned to the bedroom with a towel around my waist, I found a set of Declan’s sleep pants and a T-shirt waiting for me on the foot of the bed near a blissfully sleeping Joy. Declan rose from the chair he’d been sitting in and gave me a silent nod, then left the room.
I stared at my adorable daughter and sighed. Today could have been a hell of a lot worse. At least she was safe.
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