Page 96 of Wait for Him

I go to obey without breaking eye contact and nearly come in my fist when I feel a piercing.

For a moment, I break the scene entirely, because when the fuck did this happen?

"Let me see it."

She smiles and holds up her skirt, revealing the black barbell clit piercing. "Go ahead."

"Fuck. Rose, please. I can't."

I don't even know what I'm pleading for. I just wrap my mouth around it and suck, pulling it with my teeth, and her mouth falls open on the first breath as her hand drops to my shoulder to steady herself. Her nails bite through my shirt, every reaction coming through her body before it ever reaches her face.

"Fuck. Yes."

That's all the encouragement I need.

I suck harder, then slide two fingers inside her, curling them, matching her as her breathing gets rougher and her grip on my shoulder tightens. I'm so fucking close myself that every nerve in my body is screaming at me to stop pretending I have any restraint left, but that's not how this works. She gave me an instruction, and until she gives me another one, I stay exactly where she put me.

Besides, she comes first.

She always comes first.

I know the moment she's there. Her breath catches, and her whole body goes still for one suspended second before the control finally slips. A long, shattered moan tears out of her, her knees giving enough that she drops down in front of me, trembling through the release while I stay with her until the last of it passes.

And somehow, even wrecked and on her knees in front of me, she's still the one completely in control.

"Good fucking boy." She drags her tongue across my lips and takes my chin between her teeth, claiming me, and when she finally pulls back, her eyes are heavy and satisfied. "Good boys get rewarded. Stand up."

Fucking hell. I don't trust my legs right now, woman. But she gave an order, so I brace a hand on the edge of the bed and get my feet under me, my knees buzzing from being so close to orgasm.

She stays on her knees.

The sight of it nearly puts me back on mine. Rosalie Bennett, kneeling on the floor of a jet, looking up at me through her lashes with my tie still knotted around my neck like a leash she hasn't decided to use yet. Even in the hotel room, I never got this. That night was about her pleasure, and I was happy to oblige. I would've been happy to spend the rest of my life obliging. But having her on her knees in front of me now, by her own choice and on her own command, sets off fireworks low in my stomach.

She wraps her fingers around my cock and fists me gently, spreading the slick of precum down my length, and I'm still so sensitive that my whole body jerks. If I thought I was close before, fucking hell. There's no coming down from this now. She's not going to let me.

Then she grazes her teeth along my length, right on the edge of painful, and my vision whites out at the corners.

"Color."

Green, goddamnit. Fucking green.

"Green, ma'am."

I barely get the words out before she takes me into her mouth, and my eyes slam shut as my head falls back, a string of curses tearing out of me that doesn't resemble any language I know. She moans around me, the vibration traveling straight up my spine, and when I finally manage to look down again, she's watching me, her eyes locked on my face.

"May I fuck your mouth, ma'am?"

Her eyes flutter closed, and she nods. I gather her ponytail into my fist, and when I rock into her mouth, she takes me without flinching, like she's been waiting for this every bit as long as I have.

"Fuck yes." The groan tears out of me. "Thank you, ma'am."

“Harder,” she whispers around me.

I give her what she asks for, and the next flick of her tongue nearly takes my legs out from under me. I'm so fucking close, but I don't want this to end. I don't want any of it to end. One of her hands slides beneath my shirt and flattens against my stomach while the other grips my hip, her nails dragging lines into my skin, marking me. By tomorrow I'll be covered in evidence of her, and I'll wear every mark beneath my suit like a medal.

Then her nails scrape lower and whatever control I have left disappears. My release rips through me with a roar I have to strangle into my own fist, remembering far too late that we're thirty thousand feet in the air with a flight attendant sitting on the other side of the door. The force of it runs through my entire body, leaving me shaking, my fist still tangled in her hair while she stays with me through the last of it.

When she finally releases me, I stagger backward and catch myself against the dressing counter, chest heaving while I try to remember how breathing works. My whole body is humming, wrung out and weightless, and Rose is still there on her knees looking entirely too pleased with what she's done to me.