Page 125 of Secrets and Lies
“Two,” I tell him.
His expression falls.
I press my thumb against his lip again. “You and me.”
His brow furrows in confusion.
“I keep it here so I don’t have to get up when I want to enjoy some solo time,” I explain. “And now I’m pulling it out to use on you.”
His expression softens. “I’m sorry.”
“Strike two.” I boop his nose playfully.
He bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry,” he says, still laughing hysterically. “That was just the last thing I expected you to do.”
“Hmmmm.” I lean over and grab a handful of his ass. “That sounds like strike three.”
His eyes widen with what I’m guessing is either fear or excitement. Or both.
“But I’ll let it slide.” I squeeze his ass hard enough to make him whimper. “This time.” I boop his nose again.
He grins, his eyes sparkling with humor, but doesn’t start laughing again.
I gently guide his head back down and let out a shameless moan when the wet heat of his mouth wraps around my length. Then, when he’s moving over me again, I flip the cap of the lube open and pour some onto my fingers. When they’re good and slick, I toss the lube aside and gently cradle his head with my clean hand to help control his rhythm. He lets me slow him down so he’s moving at a more tolerable pace as I lean over him and rub my slippery fingers between his full cheeks, then dip them down to run them over his hole.
West moans around me and tries to speed up, but I use the hold I have on his head to keep him moving at the pace I want at the same time I push my finger inside him.
His choked pleasure sounds fill the air as I slowly slide my finger through his tight passage, and I slip in a second one as soon as I feel him loosen around me.
I hastily prep him with two fingers, making sure to nail his prostate while also pulling him off my dick at regular intervals so he can breathe.
Having complete control over him like this is incredible, but it’s his willing submission that makes every moment so much better.
We continue like this for a few minutes, but I eventually have to pull him off me for good when it gets to be too much.
His eyes are glazed and dreamy as he looks up at me, and I carefully pull my fingers out of him.
As much as I want to yank him onto my lap and have him ride me until we’re both coming, he needs something different tonight.
Wordlessly, I slip my hands under his armpits and give him a little tug. He takes the hint and shakily gets to his feet. I pull my pants up and quickly tuck myself away. He glances down at his own sweats, which are still sitting just under his ass, then looks back up at me in confusion.
“Don’t worry,” I say in my sex voice and pull his pants up for him. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Heat flares in his eyes, and I hold out my hand. He takes it and he lets me lead him over to my bed.
Instead of tossing him onto it like he’s probably expecting, I give him a long, deep kiss to help him get back to his happy place, then I pull his shirt up by the hem. He lifts his arms so I can get it off him, and he toes off his shoes as I tug off my tank top.
While I’m getting my own shoes off, he kicks off his sweats and underwear, then he shamelessly watches as I pull off my socks.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, his hungry eyes roving over my chest and thighs. “How are you this hot?”
“Genetics and a competitive spirit,” I say lightly and push my pants down so they puddle at my feet.
He licks his lips and drags his eyes up and down my body elevator-style, and I don’t miss the little bead of precum that slides down his shaft when I do the same with my underwear.
This is the first time he’s seen me naked, and I’m not in any rush as I finish pulling off my clothes and toss them aside.
I know I look good, and I put a lot of work into my body. I’m no stranger to compliments or lustful looks, but seeing the hunger in West’s eyes as he drinks me in just hits different, and I don’t hate the little tingles that spread through my chest at his obvious appreciation.
