Helpless (Steel Demons MC #5) - Crystal Ash Page 0,19

seducing here, not you. Now lay back.”

“Damn bossy wife,” he sighed while my insides turned to jello at hearing him call me that. But he obeyed, lacing his fingers behind his head as his back hit the mattress between Jandro and Gunner, somehow still passed out. “Go ahead, have your way with me.”

I remained straddling his thighs, loosening the robe so the sleeves fell just past my shoulders. Most of my chest and the swells of my breasts were visible, the lapels making a long V down to my navel. Reaper tried to look passive, but I could feel how his eyes watched me, cloaked in darkness with only slivers of light. Leaning over his stretched-out torso, I kissed him full of tongue and heat, while pinning his wrists in place—a wordless reminder not to touch me.

He groaned softly into my mouth, hips shifting beneath me, but otherwise remained still. My kisses trailed down his neck, moving leisurely over the lines of ink swirling across his chest. I held onto his wrists until my reach was fully extended, with my mouth near his navel. As I moved lower, my hands mapped down his body where my lips had just been.

I felt him hot and pulsing against my cheek by the time my fingers reached his zipper. As I started pulling it down, planting kisses on his hip bones and lower stomach, his caress of my arms had me yanking the zipper back up.

“No touching,” I whispered.

“Fuck, sorry.” He placed his hands back under his head. “Feels wrong not to touch you.”

“Be quiet or you’ll wake them.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I unzipped him again and worked his jeans down his legs, watching the tension in his face and how his arms flexed with restraint. For a moment, I considered binding his wrists with his belt, but not even I had the patience to go without touching and tasting him for too long.

His cock rested on his lower stomach, angling to the left as I kneaded his thighs. My thumbs moved in steadily toward his balls, massaging all around his base without touching him directly.

“Sugar, please…”

A grin split my face as I leaned down, lips hovering over his stiff length. “Hm, I like hearing you beg.” How many times before had he told me the same thing? Payback was sweet.

Reaper let out a growl of frustration, tilting his head back toward the far wall. I would have bet anything his fingers were curled into a white knuckle grip on his hair. Only then did I give him any relief.

I dragged my tongue in a long, slow trail, starting at his balls. His shaft pulsed under my tongue, smooth skin over concrete hardness, growing hot at the contact. When I reached the base of his crown he sucked in a sharp hiss, then moaned as my lips slid over him and took him within.

I circled my tongue around his head first, my hand wrapping around his base to assist. My other hand wandered up and down his body shamelessly, if even cruelly. Just feeling my man, the way his breath stuttered, how his muscles bunched and stretched in response to my touch, gave me pleasure too. I was still getting so much out of this, even while focusing on him. But I could see how much difficulty he had in not touching me in return.

“Fuck, Mari…”

My mouth slid down his shaft now, swallowing his head as my hand worked him from the bottom.

“Sugar, let me kiss you. Please.”

I slid my free hand up his chest, finding his lips with my fingers as I continued dragging my mouth up and down his cock. He kissed my hand like a man dying of thirst, desperate to lick and nibble at any part of me that he could reach.

“Can I touch you with my hands? Please?”

“Mm-mm.” I shook my head no as I pulled my fingers away from his mouth. Releasing his dick with a pop of my lips, I glided both hands along his shaft, now coated with my saliva. “Was this your plan? Go along with me, then beg to get your way? You’re not as resilient as I thought, Mr. President.”

“I have no resolve at all when it comes to you.” His breaths were ragged, voice taut with the tension winding up in his body.

“You always need to be in control.” I planted a small kiss on his hip. “Relax and let go for a little bit.”

“I can’t not reciprocate when you’re doing that to me.