Page 64 of Outside the Lines
A gulp that bobbled his Adam’s apple, then he was shucking his clothes. I hovered too close for him to stand, but he managed fine, shimmying off his pants until they were pooled around my feet. He tossed his shirt off the side of the bed.
“Sandals, too.”
Ian kicked those off. All that was left were his nice white briefs, tented big-time by his hard-on. Part of the tattoo on his stomach curled under the waistband, just waiting to be exposed. Heat raced through me. Ian was on his back, half-propped up on his elbows. I crooked my finger and beckoned him to sitting. When he sat up, he was an inch away from me and at exactly the right height to stare at my belt buckle.
I took my time undoing the belt.Myturn for a little fun. Ian’s turn to give himself to me. To finally trustmefor a change.
“I’m still a tiny bit pissed at you.” Turned on at the moment, sure, butfuck—two weeks of his avoidance shit, when all he’d needed to do was talk to me? I slid the belt free from my pants.
His voice was a whisper. “I guess ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t going to cut it?”
I tipped his chin up with my free hand and savored his shiver. “Not entirely.” I fingered the belt, let Ian go, and stepped back. “Stand up and turn around.”
A flash of fear, but Ian rose and turned.
Lovely. I could get used to this. I nipped the nape of his neck, not hard, but enough to make him shudder and groan. “You’re delicious.” He was too. All worry and willingness. I took his wrists, crossed them over each other, and used my belt to tie them together.
“Oh, God.” A moan of pleasure.
As I suspected—Ian was enjoying this flipping of the tables. Probably as much as I was. I rotated him around again. “Sit.”
He did, and every line of his body quivered. His dark eyes stood out from his flushed face. Took me only a second to undo my jeans and free my dick.
I wanted his mouth on me and his groans in my ears as I fucked his throat.
Ian let out a happy sigh. Didn’t bother telling him to suck my cock—he didn’t deserve the order. I cupped his chin and forced the head of my dick between his pouting lips.
Took all my concentration to remain standing when Ian opened himself like a pro and went to town. Holy hell, Ian did like giving head, and he fucking excelled at it. I moaned and his hot mouth and talented tongue took me places I’d never been to before. I curled my fingers into Ian’s hair and pressed in deeper. “I should have had you on your knees that first night.”
Ian’s groan vibrated my shaft.
“Like that, huh?” I held his head still and fucked his face. “I’ll wait until it’s rainy and dark, and this time I’ll let Officer Merrick catch us with my cock down your throat.” I slid in deep and damned if Ian didn’t let me. No gag reflex. “Just like this.”
Groans and whimpers and tremors as I thrust in repeatedly. When I finally pulled out all the way, Ian licked his lips, his eyes watery. “Yes, please.”
I wiped away the tear that slipped down his cheek, and slid my dick between his lips again.
So fucking good. At this rate, I’d come hard and fast, and this wasn’t how I wanted to get off. I hadplansfor Ian tonight. Retribution. Absolution. So, after a few moments of Ian mouthing and licking my shaft, I stepped back.
A spot on the front of his white briefs was translucent where his cockhead was straining against them. All of Ian struggled forward, for my cock, for my orders, for me.
Thank God Lydia had found him and he’d gotten his head on straight.
This time, I knelt, but only long enough to pull his underwear off. They joined his jeans at the foot of the bed.
“Simon says”—I reached around him and freed his wrists—“get on your back with your hands at the headboard.”
Ian rubbed his wrists for a second, then scooted his butt up the bed and splayed himself out as ordered. “I really want to make you come, Si,” he said. “Tell me what to do!”
“Oh, Ian.” I pressed a finger to his lips. “I did. I will.” His breath was warm and ragged.
What I needed next was in the nightstand. I pulled out the ball gag and let it dangle from my fingers. “Remember when I said I had a complicated relationship with gags?”
Ian nodded, flushed from his chest up. His eyes never left the gag.
“It fucking turns me on hard to gag someone else, way more than it does to be gagged.”
He squirmed on the bed. “So—”
