Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(14)

Where his cock had started inflating.

All these thoughts spun through his brain at warp speed. Faster, even.

He still held her hand. After gently squeezing hers, he released it and cupped her face in his hands. Tipping her head up and back, he stared into her eyes.

“Rule one,” he softly said. “Anything I do that makes you feel uncomfortable or that you don’t want to do, you say so. Immediately. Okay? I can’t do this if I’m not sure if you’ll stop me if I go too far.”

She nodded.

“Rule two, we go slow.”

Another nod.

“Rule three…this has to be fun for both of us. If it’s not fun at any time, I’ll promise you that I’ll say so, but you have to promise me, too.”

She nodded.

Stroking her cheeks with his thumbs, he studied Kim’s expression as she looked up at him. He loved her. He knew he could spend the rest of his life with her, if she’d let him.

He eased her closer, toward his cock, smiling as her mouth opened, ready, willing, eager.

She wanted to completely engulf him but he forced her to go slow, controlled how far he let her go down on him, took his time.

Savored it.

Thinking about it a little more, he gathered her hair into his left hand, snugly fisting it, controlling her with it.

Another of those soft sighs escaped her and her eyes started to flutter closed.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

When her eyes snapped open, something inside him twisted in a good way.

Oookaaay…

Mason had told him about this. That the more they tried, the braver they’d get.

That made perfectly good sense.

Especially right now.

“I want to watch you do this,” he softly said to her. “So when I tell you to keep your eyes open, I want them on me.”

She softly moaned around his cock, which was now about halfway inside her mouth. He felt her struggling a little, trying to go deeper.

“Hands on your thighs,” he added, earning himself another delicious sound from her mouth.

Oooh, this was, by far, the best blow job he’d ever had. And Kim gave damn good blow jobs to start with. Even on a bad day she could roll his eyes back in his head.

Since he wouldn’t let her do this at her pace and speed, she used her tongue, tasting and exploring, stroking his shaft with it, tracing every ridge and vein and exploring his slit.

Sometimes, he could get her off just by f*cking her. Not usually. Most of the time she needed help, or he needed to get her off a different way. It was hit and miss, frustrating for her but fun for him because he loved prolonging her pleasure. He was thirty-six, so it wasn’t like he was good for three in one night like he was when he was younger. He usually had one good one, and that was that. Especially if he was tired.

His real fun lay in keeping her going, getting her to come and then making her come over and over again once he got her started. He only got to come once? So what?

Something about the sounds she made, the helpless look she always wore once he got her started, had always made him want to keep doing it to her. He never understood guys who wanted to get their girl over as fast as they could just to get it over with.

To him, that was the fun in it, keeping her going, holding her there.

Another piece suddenly clicked into place for him. He’d never really seen that as a Dominant thing before, just being a conscientious lover.

Eventually, he started letting her go deeper, faster, but he didn’t want her to get him off like this. Not tonight. Tonight he wanted to finish inside her, preferably while she was coming around his cock at the same time.

Before she got him too close to the edge, he used the handhold in her hair to pull her off his cock and coax her to her feet. Then he bent her over the bed, still keeping one hand in her hair, and nudged her feet wider apart with his.

“Hands flat on the bed and keep them there,” he said.

She complied immediately, her back arching as he stroked her ass with his free hand. His fingers trailed down the crack of her ass, between her legs. He was shocked to see exactly how wet she was, her juices running down her thighs as he slipped a finger inside her *.

Another moan escaped her and she started trying to hump his hand.

Slowly teasing her, he added a second finger to her *. Now she was deliciously moaning, whimpering, lost in the sensations.

Not that he ever had any trouble getting her off before, but he did notice she seemed really deep into it a lot faster than usual tonight.

Hmm.

The amount of stuff he did not know about all of this was scary. At least he knew he was stupid about it. He wondered if this was the subspace he’d heard about.

When he pulled his fingers from her * and started stroking her ass, she let out another moan. Hesitantly, he lightly slapped her ass a few times before sliding his fingers back into her *.

Her moans grew louder.

Cause and effect?

Be safe, have fun, and do no harm. Apparently he was fulfilling all three of those requirements at this time. His own cock was aching, throbbing, and more than a little perturbed at him for making her stop doing what she’d been doing.

Cole alternated fingering her, playing with her clit, and slapping her ass for a long time, almost fascinated by watching her reactions. Finally, when he knew he was about to bust a nut just watching her, he stepped between her legs and slowly fed his cock into her *. She tried to f*ck herself onto him, but he pressed a hand down in the middle of her back.