“Sssh.” He looks up, his eyes crinkled and with a mischievous grin on his lips. “We don’t want them to hear us. Someone might come in.”
Declan’s hands go down to work the fly of my jeans open. I bury my hands in his hair, making a mess of it and not caring because I’ve missed this. I grip him hard, holding him against me while he tugs my pants over my hips. Once they’re past the middle of my thighs, he lets go and they drop around my ankles, trapped over my shoes.
I need to see him. To get him out of his suit, to have his skin against mine. To feel him inside me. “Hurry up and fuck me,” I whisper.
He straightens up, with a glint of something dangerous in his eyes. “A few days off and you think you’re the boss now?”
Gripping his hair and tugging his head back, I force him to look at me. “You owe me.”
He raises an amused eyebrow. “And what does my bossy little mistress desire?”
I reach for his tie, grabbing it firmly. “I should force you to your knees and make you crawl.”
From the way his amused expression doesn’t change, it’s obvious I don’t scare him one bit. “So why aren’t you?”
I grin and tug at the knot, loosening the red silk while he laughs. I don’t care. I don’t even pull it out the whole way. Just enough so that I can get at his collar buttons. Making quick work of them, I continue downwards to expose his beautiful chest, one tight button at a time.
He looks so proper fully dressed, but as the shirt opens, more and more ink is exposed. Exquisite lines and details. Leaning in, I put my lips to his smooth chest, tracing the red and blue swirls of a design that ends at his right nipple with my tongue, tasting and exploring him. He draws a sharp breath when I flick over the tight nub.
I finally get his last button after pulling his shirt out of his black suit pants. I push it back and down his arms, my fingers sliding over the swell of his muscles, baring intricate patterns and vivid scenes on his skin. I want to lick all of them, marking him as mine, but it’ll have to wait.
“Because I owe you too, and I’d rather be on mine making you groan.”
Claire
I sink to my knees in front of him, worrying at his belt with my fingers. It comes loose with a rattle. The massive bulge in his pants makes my mouth water, but it also makes it harder to get the little latch and button open. I nearly tear the fabric, but once released, his pants slide right off his narrow hips to pool around his ankles. His boxer briefs follow as I rip them down, and then I’m staring his magnificent cock right in the face.
Every inch of him is mine, and I re-stake my claim by sliding my lips around the salty head of him and then sinking until I feel him hit the back of my mouth. Declan groans and his thighs flex. Swirling my tongue around the underside, I tease and explore until he shivers.
So soft. So hard. I want him inside me, but not quite yet.
His hands slip into my hair, making tight fists so I can’t get away. I drag my nails softly up the backs of his legs as he takes over, guiding me where he wants me most. My cheeks cave while I suck, but he’s the one in charge. I brace my hands against his powerful thighs and close my eyes, just enjoying the feel of his thrusting. Between my thighs, there’s a throbbing echo of each slow, wet slide.
“You feel so fucking good, babe. I can’t keep this up for long.”
I suck harder, wanting to tell him to just go for it. I’m eager to taste him, to feel him lose control, but I want him in me more. Apparently he thinks the same thing, as he pulls me off and lets go, leaving me sitting back on my heels and catching my breath.
Kicking off his shoes and pants, he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. He flips me around and bends me over the back row of the audience bench. If anyone comes in right now, they’re going to get one hell of an eyeful. I shiver at the thought, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Stay.” His husky voice brooks no argument. There’s a crinkle of plastic tearing and then he’s behind me, nudging his rock hard length in between my thighs. I groan deep as the smooth head of his cock parts my soaking wet core. Has it only been days? It feels like a lifetime since he was last exactly where I need him. Buried to the root.
Forgetting, or maybe just not caring, I’m getting loud. Declan strokes a hand up my back, around my throat and then over my mouth. “Shhhhh. We don’t want anyone to come check on us, do we?” He drags himself almost all the way out and then fucks back in hard with one thrust that rocks my whole body. I keen softly behind his hand. “Or maybe you do? Do you want an audience?”
My whole body warms as I blush, but I shake my head into his hand even as I feel a rush of heat coat my insides. The thought excites me, but only the idea. Declan laughs softly.