Page 113 of Tied Over

He was so happy after we got the news, practically glowing, and kissed me in the car in the parking lot at the hospital. It was different somehow, possessive, claiming, and his hand on the back of my neck held me still, his grip hard, taking what he wanted.

“Oh God,” I moaned when he let me breathe, feeling the heat of arousal lick over my skin, wanting to unclip my seat belt and climb into his lap.

“What?” he asked with a filthy chuckle.

“That was crazy hot,” I said, smiling at him.

“You look drugged.”

I certainly felt that way.

Halfway home, his hand found my thigh and then slid sideways, higher until he reached my groin.

“What’s with you,” I rasped as he stroked over my already thickened shaft straining against my zipper.

“I just want you and you need to know that.”

It had been me topping since we made things between us permanent. It was what he needed, wanted, and he loved it as much as I did—he couldn’t fake his passion—but even though he rode me hard, it was still me buried inside of him, not the other way around.

“I love bottoming,” he told me as he continued to grope me through my jeans which had me writhing in my seat. “I didn’t think I would but I absolutely do. And I’m smart enough to know it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” I stated firmly.

He laughed at me. “Like you would ever need to worry.”

“I know,” I murmured, because I did. He loved me, anyone could see that.

“You’re gifted in bed,” he assured me. “And submitting has been my pleasure.”

“But,” I whispered.

“But the brace is off, you’re not hurt anymore, and I can manhandle you a bit.”

Oh God, please, I nearly begged but swallowed that down and instead said, “Yeah, okay. Let’s do that.”

“You’re sure?”

“So sure,” I said, sounding hoarse.

He kissed me at the next light, taking a small bite of the side of my neck.

“You belong to me,” he husked, and I knew, after so many years, that words, combined with the action, were necessary. “Don’t you, Jed?”

“Yes,” I agreed, staring at him.

His smile was wicked, curling his lip, loving the control he had over me. “Keep it in mind when I’m holding you down.”

I made a noise I wasn’t proud of that made him chuckle all dirty. Such a good sound.

After parking the car and turning it off, as the garage door closed, he attacked me, pulling me in for a mauling kiss that quickly became him sucking on my tongue and his teeth on my bottom lip as he unbuckled my belt.

My moan was loud in the interior of his SUV but I still heard my zipper go before his hand was down the front of my jeans, milking my length, tugging and pulling even as he kept up the hot, wet assault on my mouth.

“We gotta stop,” I barely got out. “I’m gonna come if we don’t.”

“With just this?” he asked breathlessly before he kissed me again.

I was overheated, I could hear my own heartbeat like a drum in my ears, and when he broke the kiss, I nearly lunged at him before I realized he was only leaning away from me so he could slide the driver’s seat back. Quickly, I pulled off my sneakers, thrilled I’d worn them instead of my boots, and then shucked out of my jeans.