it was worth a shot. And hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained. It wasn’t like I had anything else going on aside from trying to turn this house into someplace I could live without losing my mind.
So, I wrote back:
I’m a sub and a sadist. Would love to meet, see if there’s chemistry, and talk details. – Kelly
Heart thumping, I sent the message. Then I put my phone aside and lay back, hands laced behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling.
And I couldn’t help wondering what the guys who’d put up that post were like.
Three
Will
“I said harder.”
Aaron tightened his grasp on my hips, and he slammed into me harder, nearly knocking me onto the mattress we were bent over. He grunted with exertion, and his hips and legs were probably burning with fatigue, but he didn’t let up because I didn’t give him permission.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward as I moaned. When he was fucking me this close to oblivion, it took work to stay in control of both of us, but I did, and I purred encouragement peppered with commands not to slow down. This was delicious torture for him—keeping up the grueling pace and also keeping his orgasm back. From his sharp, uneven breathing, he was getting close to begging me to let him come, and oh, yes, I wanted him to beg. I’d give him what he wanted, but he had to earn it, he had to plead for it, and when I gave him the word, he’d be grateful for it.
Aaron adjusted his grip, his hands slick with sweat, and though he didn’t slow down, his rhythm faltered. Then again. “I’m so close,” he moaned. “Please… Please, can I come?”
“You want it?”
“Yes.” His rhythm was falling apart now, the way it always did when he was ready to lose it. “Will… Fuck. You feel so… Please let me come.”
“Not yet.”
He grunted in frustration. His rhythm was on. Off again. On again.
“Not yet, baby,” I taunted. “I haven’t given you permission.”
A pained moan just barely carried over the sound of his hips slapping against my ass and the bed protesting every punishing thrust. He was close. So close. He shuddered, and I thought he might’ve come after all, but he sucked in a breath and kept going.
“Will,” he pleaded. “Please…”
“Come. Now.”
Aaron gasped, and I almost came too as he forced himself into me and shuddered. He thrust again, and holy fuck, his throaty cry was so damn sexy, especially coming from a man who never so much as raised his voice outside the bedroom.
Then he shivered and slumped over me, his breath coming in sharp rushes that cooled the sweat on my shoulder. We stood there a moment, both us leaning over the bed as our knees shook.
Whimpering softly, Aaron started to withdraw, and we both gasped as his cock slipped free. I stood and turned around, and when I hooked a finger under his collar and claimed a hungry, demanding kiss, he gave it with a moan that no one in the world could hear but me. He loved it when I did that, especially the part where I pulled him in by the collar. He melted every single time. All these years together, all the times we’d had sex or played, and I still got drunk off my mellow, soft-spoken husband turning into a needy, sweaty wreck. Even now, on the rare occasion I watched him in the courtroom, my pulse went wild because I knew—and no one else in the room knew—what that even-keeled and unshakable attorney turned into when he was naked. When he was mine.
Thinking about it now turned me on even more, and I tightened my hold on his collar as I pressed my hard-on against his hip. He moaned into my kiss again.
“You’ve got me all turned on,” I mumbled against his lips. “Kind of feels like you should do something about that.”
“Uh-huh. Please.” His voice was strained and pleading, just the way I liked it.
Without another word, I let go of his collar and shoved him down onto his knees. As I pushed my dick into his eager mouth, he groaned with pleasure. No one sucked cock like Aaron, especially when he was thanking me for letting him come. He was greedy and hungry, moaning around the head and the shaft as he pumped me with his hand.
“You want more?” I teased.
He moaned, looking up at me with eyes full of need.