The Billionaire Takes a Bride

“You know what? I’m not even going to ask,” she said lightly. “I’m just going to do what I want.” And she leaned in, her hair spilling over her shoulders, and took the head of him against her lips, then drew him into her mouth.

Sebastian’s long, delicious groan was music to her ears. She pulled him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking, rubbing her tongue against the underside of his cock. His hips lifted and bucked as she wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and began to pump him in time with the movements of her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he muttered as she worked him. “Can’t wait to get you under me, Chelsea. I’d lick your pussy for hours just as a thank-you for the way you’re working my cock.”

Her hand slid back to her panties again. His words were filthy, but he couldn’t do a thing but talk. She continued to tease and torture him with her mouth, licking and sucking. She loved the feel of his cock. He was so hard his skin was like silk over an iron bar, and the duality between the two was fascinating. She sucked him deep and then dragged him back out of her mouth again.

“Gonna come soon,” he growled. “Come over here and kiss me. And then I want your pussy on my cock. I want to come inside you.”

She nodded and released his cock with a “pop” of her lips that made him groan anew, and then she moved up to kiss him. Her tongue slicked over his, and it felt . . . weird.

She was losing it. Oh, no. She needed to go back to that mindless state. So she moved to slide down him again, to take his cock back in her mouth.

“No, baby, up here,” he said, and jerked hard at the handcuffs. “I want to touch you.”

Chelsea’s breath quickened, and she sat up, feeling threads of panic. His wrists were red and chafed where the cuffs were digging into his skin, and she knew she should release him. But the thought of that made her arousal die a quick death. “I . . . I don’t think I can do this.”

Immediately his expression changed, his body tensing. “Derby? Pillow?”

“Those are my safe words,” she said, a shy smile on her face.

“Yeah, but you looked like you needed to say them, so I’m going to save you the trouble.” He gave his arms a little shake in the cuffs. “If you’ll take these off, I swear we’re done. I promise.”

“But what about . . .” She gestured at his cock, still proudly thrusting into the air. The head of it was beaded with pre-cum that had returned in the few moments her mouth had been away from his skin.

“It’s not about me. I can get my rocks off at any moment, remember?” Sebastian’s smile quirked. “Even to The Notebook . But it’s about you and you feeling safe and in control.” He wiggled his hands in the cuffs again. “And did I mention I’m losing feeling in my fingers?”

“You . . . you’re not going to pounce me the moment I uncuff you, are you?”

He looked shocked, then pissed. “Fuck no. I’m angry you’d even think that.”

“Even though I’m being a cock tease?” Her voice wobbled.

“You’re not a tease. I’m telling you to stop.” His voice was vehement, his body tense. “I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

For some stupid reason, she felt like crying. She’d hurt his feelings with her accusation, but . . . she was messed up. She knew she was. “Can we go back to cuddling? I like that.”

“We can cuddle so damn hard it’ll wear a hole in the blankets.”

She gave a teary giggle at that, and moved to undo the handcuffs. “I don’t think that’s how you cuddle.”

“Fuck it. We’ll make our own rules. Just don’t cry, all right?”

Chelsea nodded and sniffed, and when she released him from the cuffs, he opened his arms. She went to him, burying her face in his neck, and sighed with contentment when his hands began to stroke her hair and her back. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

His hands paused. “Why are you sorry? There’s nothing to be sorry about. I got an awesome three-quarters of a blow job.”

Her mouth edged into a faint smile. “Yeah, but I’m sorry I couldn’t go all the way. That I freaked out again.”

He squeezed her in a hug, her breasts pressing against his bare chest. And somehow, that wasn’t weird. Maybe it’s because his touch was so comforting, so soothing. “Are you kidding? We did a lot more than I thought. Should I have shut up? Did I ruin it?”

She shook her head against his shoulder. “It’s just me.” It was always her and her stupid brain. The panic that she couldn’t shut off. “But . . . I had fun for a while.”