Page 9 of Under His Command
“Yes, there. Relax for me. I’ve got you.”
He doesn’t wait for me to say anything else before he dives back in and swirls his perfect tongue against my throbbing clit. My legs start shaking of their own accord, and when he pushes the tip of his finger inside my ass, I crumble completely. I have no choice but to come on his tongue right there.
My entire body is spasming, almost making me fall off the back seat completely. But Rowan pins me down with his free arm, and I let the waves of my release wash over me one by one. I call out his name, grinding against his mouth as I squeeze every last drop of pleasure from this moment.
“So fucking sweet…” He trails off, placing kisses up along my bare legs. “I wish we could keep going. There are so many things I want to do to you. But we’ve got to get on that plane. And then… when we’re alone again, later tonight—”
“I know. That was… amazing,” I breathe out, still trying to regain my composure. “But before we leave, I’d really like to pay back the favor…”
He cuts me a stern look that has me pulling myself up to a sitting position.
“You think that was for you?”
“Well, you… you made me…”
“That was all for my pleasure, angel. I don’t need you to do anything for me.”
I’m not sure what that means—it can’t possibly have been for his own pleasure. He made me come. Surely he must want to have his own release. Back when we were in college, Sterling always used to say that if a guy goes down on you, you reciprocate. Always.
“I want this over your pretty legs until we arrive at the airport,” Rowan says, sliding his uniform jacket off his shoulders, and laying it across my skirt and thighs. “Is that understood?”
“Oh, God, is the skirt too short? I’m sorry if I dressed inappropriately for this. I didn’t know—”
Says the girl who just showed him her pussy, I think to myself.
“The skirt is perfect. We’re just not done here, you and I.”
Before I get to ask what he means, he adds, “I’m calling Graham back in. Behave,” he smirks. Why would he assume I won’t be nice around Graham?
But I fix up my hair, and he licks the rest of my release off his lips, groaning as his senses register the taste once more. The action is so dirty and erotic that it makes my thighs press together.
Graham gets back in the driver’s seat, and he looks more focused than ever. It’s as if Rowan’s presence here is now turning up the pressure tenfold for him. I’m just glad he doesn’t look like he knows what happened in this car before he came back in.
The convoy gets going again, car by car, until we’re moving in a single line toward the airport. And as Graham talks with the other drivers in his earpiece, Rowan sprawls his arm across my thighs, under the jacket he placed above them, and dips his middle finger inside my pussy.
I gasp, breath shivering from the pleasure building up almost immediately inside my walls. I turn my head toward him and see him raise his eyebrows in warning.
Behave, he told me. And now I suddenly understand why.
My pussy clenches around his finger and I get the urge to grind myself on it. He sees it, and lowers his head in my direction, whispering, “I licked this pussy. It’s mine now. And I’m going to keep my finger in there for as long as I want. So be quiet, stay still, and enjoy the ride. Yes?”
“Rowan…” I whimper, pleading with him with my eyes not to torture me like this.
His finger remains unmoving, trapped inside my pussy like he has no intention of ever releasing me. Like that’s where it belongs. My muscles continue to clench around it, and I know by looking into his eyes that this is going to be the most torturous half an hour of my life.
FIVE
The clink of a glass touching wood wakes me up.
I’m in the hotel suite Rowan booked for us in Colorado Springs, where he instructed me to eat, sleep, and wait for him in our bed while he met with the Deputy Director of Operations at the command center. I barely had it in me to eat anything at all from all the nerves, but he said something about there being consequences. And because we didn’t have much time to talk about it in detail, I figured I’d be better off doing what he asked.
Besides… I think… I think I like doing what he says. Listening to his commands. Pleasing him to draw praise and affection from him. It’s like a game where all I have to do is be a good girl for him, and he’ll give me anything I want. Easy enough.
The room is lit, and I see Rowan place a glass of something that looks expensive down on the nightstand.
My heart starts pounding harder in my chest, but I don’t get up. I let him come to me instead, simply because I think if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to walk toward him. My legs wouldn’t work at this moment.
I fist my hands in the covers as I feel his eyes assessing me again. It’s not any less intimidating than earlier in the car or on the private plane. Except here… it really is just the two of us. No one waiting for us, or demanding any more of his time.
