wanted to lock the door and shut the rest of the world out. I want to kiss you. I want to steal you away to my bedroom and spend hours playing with you.”
Playing sounded so naughty when he said it like that.
I rocked against him, unable to help myself as his words lit a fire in my belly. “Carson…” I whined, desperately wanting him to continue.
“I want to dress you up,” he whispered into my neck as his lips touched me for the first time.
I tilted my head back to give him more access. I shifted in his lap until I straddled his hard thigh. I leaned forward and let him feel just how much he was affecting me.
“Do you want to be pretty for me? Be my little doll?” he asked, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.
“Yes, Da—” I stopped, unable to make myself say the word.
Carson heard it anyway. “That’s okay, darling,” he said, trailing his hand down my back. His large palm cupped my ass, and then he was pulling me forward, rocking my cock against his body. “You’ll get there eventually.”
I bit my lip when his hand dipped low. I tried to squeeze my legs closed when his fingertips tickled the inside of my thigh. In my quest to escape, all I accomplished was trapping myself between his hand and his body with nowhere to go. Not that I wanted to go anywhere. I was happy right where I was.
Moaning as his fingers slid higher up my thigh, I pressed back into his touch, needing more.
“What do you need, darling?” he whispered, his lips brushing against my cheek as his breath wafted over my skin.
Instinctively, I turned my head toward his, pressing my lips against the corner of his mouth in a chaste kiss. With his hand steadily getting closer to my naughty bits, he let go of me with the other and grabbed my chin.
“Does my little darling want a kiss?” His eyes blazed as he stared down at me.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, my eyes heavy with desire.
“So polite,” he replied as he lightly touched his lips to mine. “Such a good little darling.”
It was strange, but hearing him call me a good little was more healing than everything he’d said before.
I was a good little. Carson had said so, so it must be true.
All thoughts of being good disappeared as his tongue swept against my bottom lip.
“Sweet,” he muttered as he reached for more.
My mind was a haze of lust as he settled his mouth over mine. Moaning, I opened my mouth to him, eagerly leaning into the dominance of his kiss. His tongue brushed against mine, burning the heat of him into my memory. Falling into him, I kissed him back. Following his lead, I stroked him with a delicate touch, submitting to his authority with a quiet whimper.
I was so lost in his kiss that I jumped when his hand cupped my ass, a single finger delving between my cheeks to press against my aching hole.
“Carson,” I mewled against his lips as I clenched the muscles of my ass as if to tempt the finger probing me through my clothes.
“Hmm?” he asked, his naughty finger pressing forward to stroke the sensitive little piece of flesh behind my balls.
“Carson, please…” I panted as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes to savor the feeling of being touched. “It’s been so long. It hurts.”
His finger stopped teasing me as he dissected my words.
“I can’t…” I blushed as I dipped my hand toward my cock. “It doesn’t feel right,” I explained, my voice a tiny whisper.
“My poor baby,” he said against my lips as the hand between my legs pulled back only to slide around to the front of my body to stroke my cock. “My little darling can’t come on his own?”
Shaking my head, I rocked into his hand. I tried, oh gods, how I had tried. I’d lain in bed night after night with my hand around my cock, straining for release but never quite getting there. Admitting defeat to myself, I’d accepted I needed a firm hand and a strong voice telling me it was okay. If it hadn’t been for the frequency of my wet dreams, I would have thought my dick was broken.
“How do you want to do this?”
“Wh-what?” I tried to understand, but the hand on my cock was blurring my thoughts.
“My little darling needs to come,” he said as if it was the most natural thing