Page 63 of Outside the Lines
“Netflix and chill?” I said to Ian.
He got a wicked grin. “Sure.”
I guessed that when we hit the couch, we’d figure out how much of a euphemismthatwas.
“Holy hell,” Ian said. “This couch is huge!”
I fought back a laugh. “Yeah, well. Sometimes you want furniture that holds a bit more than two.”
“This would hold an orgy of people.” His hand lingered over the back cushions. He hadn’t walked around either of the ends of the L-shaped sectional to sit. “Have you had an orgy on this?”
“Here? Nope.” I gave him a wicked grin and waited to see if he’d ask whether I’d had an orgy at all. Which I’d had back when I was younger. It’d been a horrible disaster, but hey, it was a checkbox on a sex quiz somewhere.
Ian swallowed, stroked the couch, and didn’t say a word. I rounded one end and took a seat. “Simon says, ‘get your ass over here and sit down, Ian.’” I patted the cushion next to me.
His eyes widened, but he did as I’d said and planted himself beside me. “Isn’t this backward?” He gestured between the two of us. “Usually I’m the one giving orders.”
“Mm-hmm.” I cupped my hand around the back of Ian’s neck and drew him close. He seemed off balance, his lips parted and cheeks tinged, whether with wine or desire. Didn’t matter. “So here’s the thing, Ian. Tonight, I’m going to say and you’re going to do.”
“Simon says.”
“Exactly.” I pressed my thumb lightly against his throat. “I fucking love surrendering. Being submissive. But only in bed. Not all the time, and certainly not after you’ve been a jackass.” I didn’t give him time to answer before I kissed him the same way he’d kissed me so many times—forcefully and demanding, opening him with my lips and tongue.
Ian melted against me and I pulled him closer and tighter, until he straddled my legs, and every breath was a moan. I let him go, but only inches.
His pupils were huge. “I— Si—” Fear there, though he’d been content to be manhandled and kissed.
He seemed to need room, so I shifted back. “Not something you’re into?”
“I don’t—can’t—bottom.” It came out as a whisper.
Was that all? I exhaled a laugh. “I don’t need to put my dick in your ass to be in charge.”
It was like that concept had never passed through his mind. Ian blinked, then blinked again, then focused on me. “What?”
The kiss I gave him was long and hard. Then, I nipped his jaw before I whispered in his ear. “I don’t need to fuck your hole to tie you up, gag you, and make you come.”
He shivered in my arms. “Oh.” It came out as a sexy sigh. “I’ve only ever been—” His breath caught. I could guess the rest, though. Bad experience with anal while being dominated. Happened a lot.
“Do you trust me?” I slackened my grip on Ian. “I want to turn you inside out—and I think you’ll enjoy this.”
Ian pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. He traced the contour of my face with his fingers. “After what I’ve put you through, I owe it to you to trust you.”
“You can always say no.”
His expression turned rueful. “Iknowthat, Si. Yes. The answer’s yes. Take me upstairs and do whatever you want with me—that doesn’t involve me taking it up the ass.”
Well, that was pretty explicit consent, with pretty explicit limits. I chuckled. “Cock in your mouth fine?” Yeah, he’d gone down on me before, but I hadn’t been the one in control then.
“Oh God, yeah. I love giving head.”
“Good. We’ll start there.” I tightened my grip on Ian and stood. He yelped and clung to me, wrapping arms and legs around my body.
Nice side-effect of hauling boxes full of paper? They were heavy and gave my arms a good workout. Ian wasn’t a burden as I walked from the living room and headed for the stairs. I caught a glimpse of Lydia in the hallway and she gave me a thumbs-up before slipping through the front door. Or maybe that was for Ian, because I felt him laugh and relax.
A quick climb of the stairs and into the guest bedroom, and I dumped him on the bed. He was flushed and out of breath and sporting quite the bulge in his jeans. “No one’s ever carried me anywhere before.”
I stood over him and smiled. “Simon says, ‘Lose the shirt and jeans.’”
