“What are you doing?” He tried to sit up, but he was tired, and it was a half-assed attempt.
“I’m going to give you a massage.” I took off his boots and socks before working his pants down. It took much more effort than I cared to admit.
“You don’t have to do that, Queen.”
I stopped moving and looked down at him. “But I want to.”
He nodded sheepishly, and I went back to getting his legs free from the denim. Once he was lying there in his boxer briefs, I got a good look at his dick print through the material.
I cleared my throat and focused on massaging his thigh. My hands behaved the entire time. But my eyes kept roaming between his legs.
His eyes were heavy, and he barely kept them open to notice. I wished I could deny how much my mouth watered at just the thought of it. Maybe it was the alcohol I’d consumed today going straight to my vagina. Or perhaps it was the fact that it had been so long since I’d had sex that I was just aching to be filled. I was, though.
“Stop looking at my dick like it’s your last meal.” Hardison chuckled.
“Why? It could be.” I cupped him through the cotton material as I slid between his legs to lie on top of him.
“Little vixen,” he groaned out.
Hardison felt good beneath me, and when he wrapped his arms around me, I purred against him.
“Or maybe I should call you kitten.”
It didn’t matter what he did because my head settled on his chest, and whatever sassy things I would do had vanished. Instead, I relaxed into his hold and passed out from exhaustion that had settled in my spirit long ago.
I was awakened in the morning by nips and roaming hands that turned my core into lava. Hardison’s mouth found purchase at my neck, where he kissed and nibbled until I was moaning and grinding against him.
“Hardison…” I whimpered, afraid to say much more than that, or he’d know just how much I wanted him.
“Are you wet, Queen?”
I closed my eyes, hoping that I he hadn’t just said that. But he had.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Youclimbed on top ofme.Don’t go sounding innocent now, baby.” His hands followed my curves, waking up my skin and blazing it with heat. “Palmed my dick, too. And now you want to beg me for relief? Especially when you’re smelling all good, feeling just right, you want to be the one begging? Selfish girl. It’s me who should be pleading with you for just a taste. Me asking you if I could make you feel so good that we’ll both come. Damn it. I don’t even need to touch you to have your thighs on either side of my head. You can just sit there, Queen. My mouth’ll do the rest.” He breathed into my neck and caressed the skin there with what felt like his nose.
“But…”
“No… buts.” He rolled his tongue against the sensitive area just beneath my ear.
I closed my mouth, ready to give him everything with how good that felt, but questions formed in my head.How?When?What was taking so long?Was I making the right decision about letting this man have his way with me?
My body was on board, but my head was at war with my emotions. It’d been so long since I’d been touched the way I needed.
One of the things that I remembered about Hardison’s profile was that he enjoyed kinky sex. A lot of our tastes were similar. That was why this was complicated. If what he’d said was true, he would leave an impression.
Things between us were becoming more complicated with each moment. He was making it difficult to determine need from desire, and right now, all I could think about was how good it would feel to have him inside me.
“Please,” I whispered when the teasing became too much to endure.
“Lead the way, Queen,” he murmured against me.
I slid down his body onto my knees, then I stood up and reached for his hand. He stretched out his body before following me to my room. Once inside, he kissed me as he backed me to the bed and pulled off my shirt. My bra was next, and he inched my pants down, leaving me in satin panties.
“Did you bring a vibrator with you, by chance?” He looked hopeful, and I was glad that I had.
I nodded toward the drawer beside the bed, and he opened it to find it and a bottle of lubricant.