Buttons and Lace (Buttons 1)

His fingers moved to my chin, and he lifted my gaze, forcing my eyes to lock with his. “On your knees.” Power radiated in his voice. He’d taken full command of the evening. He was in full dominance, and I was in full submission. He won the sick game we’d been playing. “Now.”

I lowered myself to my knees despite the pain of the hardwood floor and waited for him to shove his cock down my throat.

He closed the gap between us, his hard dick right in my face. His hand scooped my hair, and he got a tight grip. “Suck me.” His eyes darkened as he waited for me to obey.

I cleared my thoughts and just did as he asked. I grabbed the base of his cock then inserted his head into my mouth. The second it was inside me, I tasted the pre-come. It was salty and masculine. I ran my tongue along the base, feeling the bulging vein. I closed my eyes and took him into the back of my throat. I’d given Bones hundreds of blow jobs. Even though Crow was bigger, this was better. At least he was hot.

Crow released a quiet moan of satisfaction when I picked up the pace. His fingers tightened on my hair, nicking my neck just a little. He thrust his hips toward my mouth, moving with me. “You give good head.”

What a nice compliment.

I swirled my warm saliva around him and kept him going, hoping he would just come in my mouth and it would count as one button. I thought it was fair to measure them by orgasms rather than evenings.

The minutes trailed by, and I felt my core tighten. My thighs squeezed together, and I felt the warmth between my legs. It was the same sensation I felt last time we were together, and I hated myself for it. I hated the fact I was aroused by having his dick in my mouth. I hated the fact I got more turned on the more he enjoyed it. Whenever Bones violated me, I despised it. I didn’t want Crow to know how my body reacted to him. It was embarrassing, and it would just make his ego bigger than it already was.

He gripped the back of my neck and pulled his dick out. The desire was brighter in his eyes than ever before. His cock dripped with my saliva, and he was ready to slip it inside me. “On the bed.”

My knees ached as I got up and crawled on the bed, assuming he wanted me on my stomach. That’s how Bones wanted me. He never wanted to look at my face.

Crow came behind me and grabbed me by the hips. He twisted me, turning me over until I was on my back. A piece of string was in his hand. It was yellow lace. I wasn’t sure why a criminal man owned a piece of yellow lace. He tied my wrists together before he secured me to the headboard. My body was displayed for him to enjoy, and I couldn’t move my hands even if I tried.

He held himself over me and separated my thighs with his. His cock throbbed impatiently, wanting to slip inside me. I hadn’t had a man inside me in over a month, and I wasn’t sure how well my body would handle it. It preferred abstinence.

Crow pressed his face close to mine, giving me a kiss completely different from the one he gave me earlier. This was fiery and hard. He crushed his mouth to mine, practically bruising me because he was so insistent. His fingers moved to my clit and rubbed it at the same time, giving me that same feeling he gave me last time.

I hated the fact I liked it.

He slipped two fingers inside me without warning.

And I was soaked.

Goddammit.

He moaned against my lips when he felt how wet I was. When he slipped his fingers out, they were coated with my moisture. A string of stickiness formed when he separated his fingers. “You want me as much as I want you.”

My immediate response was no, but I couldn’t say that. It would just be a lie, and we both knew it would be.

He rubbed his wet fingers against my clit, creating stroking sounds as the moisture rubbed into me.

I shivered because it felt so good. My hips automatically rocked because he elicited uncontrollable emotions within me. I loved it when he touched me like that. He did a better job than I did.

He gave me a slow kiss. “You like that.”

I breathed into his mouth, feeling my control slip away as the carnal side of me rose.

He grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his length against my clit, every hit hurting but feeling so good. Then he rubbed it against me, moving through my slickness and applying the pressure of his throbbing dick at the same time.