I claimed him. I stood up for him and this thing between us when I thought I’d never be able to, not ever.
I didn’t let my anxiety win for once and I want to love him for that.
“Please, honey.”
If I thought my words would shock him, then I would be wrong.
They don’t shock him at all.
In fact, he watches me with hooded but knowing eyes. “Having him watch made you hot, huh?”
I blush.
Even though I was the one who started it and I’m the one who wants to keep going.
“Yeah. M-maybe. I just… I just want you in my mouth. Please.”
So I can love him.
I even squirm in his lap. I wiggle and wriggle until I feel it. I feel his cock in the crease of my ass, all hard and thick.
It makes him thrust his hips, jerk off his shaft against my butt. But he doesn’t give in. Not yet.
He presses his forehead to mine and rasps, “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You were scared.”
I was. I was until he came along and saved me so epically. Both from Richard and from my thoughts.
“I’m not now.”
I’m so not. Not in this moment.
In this moment, I’m just horny and thankful.
He searches my face. “You sure?”
I fist his hair and rock against him like I can’t contain this need inside of me. To be on my knees right now. To take him in my mouth, to taste him, to smell him.
God, I want him all over me.
“I am. You made it okay. You saved me. You put yourself at risk for me.” That gives me a pause and my anxiety creeps back in. “D-do you think my saying stuff to him and kissing you made things worse? I was just trying to –”
He scoffs, cutting my words off. “I told you. You’re not explaining yourself to anyone.”
“But… will he fire you now?”
Maybe my standing up for him did him exactly zero favors. Maybe my claiming could be his downfall.
He presses our foreheads together. “He’s not going to fire me. And even if he did, it doesn’t matter. There are a million jobs out there, okay? It’s not a big deal.”
“B-but, I –”
“Shh.” He shushes me against my lips. “Look at me, you’re not thinking about it. You’re not fucking wasting your time, thinking about it.”
I swallow and with it, I try to swallow down my fears and anxieties and every bad thought in my head.
And again, they go away for the moment and my desire for him, my love for him comes back to the surface.
“Okay. Okay.” I breathe in deep. “I won’t.”
“Good.”
I shift in his arms, rubbing up against his hard cock again, making it jerk. “I wanna suck it.”
He shakes his head at me, his lips stretching into this sexy smile of his. “Right here?”
“Uh-uh. By the roses. Where we danced last night.”
We did.
We danced in the moonlight. After he woke me up with the slide of his cock inside me, I asked him, Have you ever danced in the moonlight, Mr. Edwards?
When he said no, I brought him out here.
I brought him out by the roses – we have a lot of them now, pink and red and lemony yellow with pale pink edges. I put on my kickass playlist, got on his feet and we danced.
He appeared a little unsure and a little awed at first. And it felt like my heart would strangle itself for him, for all the things he’d never done in his life before.
Before me.
So we danced and danced until that unsure look of his went away and he kissed me, before he brought me back in and fucked me once more.
He chuckles now. “Out there? In broad daylight where anyone can see you.”
I know he’s smiling but there’s this dangerous current in his eyes that tells me he wants it just as much as me. He’s greedy for it as much as me.
I’m not sure what it is, this need in me. Maybe I’m still riding the high after what I did in front of Richard.
But I think it’s more than that. It’s a wildness in me. This recklessness that I’ve never felt before. Not even on my eighteenth birthday when I kissed him. On that night, I thought no one would see us and so I could do it, steal a kiss like I stole his roses.
But this is different. This is something completely new and originating from somewhere deep inside of me.
Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised at the discovery, though.
He changes me, doesn’t he? He takes away my shyness and calms down my anxious thoughts. And I change him. I make him bad and turn him into an animal.
So maybe this wildness was always there in me, waiting for him, my beast. Just like his beast was waiting for me, his beauty.
Rocking against his cock that seems to be lurching now, throbbing against the crease of my ass, I whisper, “Yeah. Here. Where anyone can see me. Where anyone can walk in on me and you know what?”