Fool for Love (Believe #2) (20 page)

“Uh-uh-uh. I’m in charge, Suzy-Q.” The steel in his voice automatically makes me pause, and I force my eyes to open and look up to take in his predatory gaze.

Gone is the playfulness I could hear in his voice, replaced with a commanding air that I have yet to understand.

But I’ve always been quick to learn.

I release the hold on his jeans and place my hands on the wall behind me.

“Do you want me to call you
‘sir’
?” I breathe.

The surprise in his eyes almost makes me smile, but I refrain.

“I see you’ve picked up a couple of things at your new job,” he muses. As he mentions it, panic overtakes me.

I place a hand over my eyes and groan. “Holy shit, I’m going to lose my job.”

“No, you won’t.”

I frown and remove my hand. I don’t understand.

“How do you know that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him, a sense of suspicion hitting me.

“Because Rowan is my cousin, and I’ll call him to explain your absence after I’m done with you,” Garrett clarifies.

His words feel like a cold bucket of ice has been thrown at me.

“Your cousin?!” I gasp. He nods at me. “Oh, well, isn’t this just perfect?” I mutter.

He lifts an eyebrow at me.

“You really want to talk about this
now
, or do you want me to fuck you senseless?” He removes his t-shirt, and the sight of his bare chest makes my mouth water.

Taking a deep breath, I shake my head slowly.

“Good,” he smirks at me, and my breath hitches when a determined glint enters his eyes. “Now, you asked me if you should call me
‘sir’
. No, not yet. Tonight, I plan on worshipping your body, making you come so hard again and again that you won’t remember your own name; and later, once you’ve slept for a while, I’ll tell you what being with me entails. Understood?” He lifts his right hand and rests it lightly on my chin. I nod.

He smiles slowly and opens the first button on his jeans. My eyes are locked with his, and I can’t break away from the ferocious gleam in them. The air feels heavy with lust, and I long to please him…to let him control me.

I try to hide what I already know.

I don’t know him. I don’t understand him. But this I know for sure – he owns my body.

The question is, will he end up owning my heart as well?

“Come here,” he orders me. I do as he says and take a step towards him.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he continues. Again, I comply. I lick my lips when he wraps his arms around me, his hands on my arse again. I expect him to kiss me, but instead, he merely looks me over, a scrutinising look in his eyes.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, taking me by surprise. “I won’t hurt you. The only pain I’ll ever inflict upon you will be one born out of pleasure, seeking to bring you to new heights.”

His last words should make me recoil from him; instead, they elicit a delicious shiver down my spine, and my body breaks out in goose bumps.

Without saying another word, he bends his knees and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his hips, and, hesitating, I play with his long hair as he walks me to my bed.

His
bed.

He sighs as he places me in the middle, and I brace myself for whatever he’s about to do to me. He takes one last look at me, desire the most prominent emotion in his eyes, and I tremble as his head descends. Feeling his mouth on mine is my kind of heaven, and I don’t want to stop kissing him. His lips are more gentle this time, but I’m impatient for more.

More heat.

More pain.

More…just more.

His lips leave mine, and he kneels before me.

“Touch me,” he whispers. I lean up on an elbow before reaching out with my right hand.

“I want you to know that I’ve never craved a woman’s touch as much I do yours.” His admission throws me, and I can tell that it’s costing him to admit it, if the frown marring his features is anything to go by. He almost looks angry. I smile cheekily at him and lick my lips.

“Well, that’s a great ego booster,” I reply. He blinks before erupting in laughter. The sound makes my belly flutter like mad, and I lean towards him to place a lingering kiss on his hip bone.

He hisses as I let my mouth wander across his abdomen, and I take pleasure when they contract from the warmth of my tongue.

For now, I hold the power, and I revel in it.

But – I want him to command me instead. I lie back on the bed, my arms resting above my head.

Tilting my chin at him, I whisper, “Please, do with me as you will…Sir.”

Darkness clouds in his eyes, no doubt from hearing the surrender in my voice, and a thrill courses through me.

I’m ready to be shown what it means to give up my precious control.

F
UCK ME.
S
HE’S EXQUISITE.

Looking down at Suzy now, seeing the compliance in her body and her eyes, I feel a rush unlike any I have felt in a long time.

Perhaps never.

I don’t allow my last thought to take hold, though. My dick demands a release, so I merely smile at her and unzip my jeans. As I push them down, I see the surprise in her eyes when she notices I’ve gone commando today. I take a firm hold of the base of my dick, stroking it slowly. I haven’t been with a woman who didn’t know the game in so long, and the trust she is placing in me makes me feel honored.

“I’m going to eat out your pussy first,” I tell her. The blush on her cheeks gives me such a high. The fact that she’s still in her uniform is making me so hard for her that for the first time in years, I’m almost afraid I’ll come before actually fucking her.

“Hold onto the bed, babe.” I move to stand and remove my jeans before kneeling down on the floor. I place her stocking-clad legs on either side of my shoulders and close my eyes briefly as I lower my head to inhale her arousal.

“I want you to keep your eyes open and watch me as I lick you.” I place my hands on her panties and slide them to the side, baring her before me. My breath hitches when I see her pussy for the first time. The fact that she isn’t completely bare pleases me.

“Fuck…just beautiful,” I whisper before leaning down to give her a soft lick, my eyes never leaving hers. Her thighs tremble and her mouth opens on a deep sigh. Her taste is intoxicating. Sweet. Warm. Perfect. Hungry for more, I suckle hard on her clit, and I feel sweat begin to gather on my back.

“Oh, god, Garrett,” she moans. The need to devour her consumes me.

“This pussy is hungry, isn’t it?” I ask her as I let a finger slide inside her wetness.

“Yes,” she gasps, rolling her hips against me.

“You want more, waif?” I groan as I feel her walls clamp down on my finger, and I can feel some cum leaking from my dick.

“Yes!” she shouts, almost on a sob, her eyes heavy with lust. I smile slowly and put two more fingers inside her.

“Then brace yourself, babe. This is going to be a wild ride.”

I blow briefly on her clit before picking up my speed. As I find her sweet spot, my tongue trails her pussy round and round. My hips thrust forward of their own will.

I need to be inside her.

I need to ride her so hard she won’t ever forget me.

But first – I need to make her come on my mouth.

The look in her eyes as she fights to keep them open is astounding. She’s wild for me, trusting me implicitly with her body.

I stop licking her pussy for a moment and say, “When I tell you to
‘come’
, feel free to scream, babe.” A broken laugh escapes her, but it ends on a long moan as I eat her out more roughly. Her wetness on my cheeks is like an aphrodisiac, and my arms are shaking badly.

When she moves her hips faster, I mumble, “Come, waif. Come now.”

She does scream, and the sound of my name falling from her lips is the sweetest, most satisfying sound in the world. I have to work hard on not biting down on her clit, or to turn her around to spank her as I slam my dick inside her. I keep myself in check for now. She’s not ready for it yet.

“Fuck, I’m glad you changed your mind,” I whisper. I then place soft kisses on her thighs as I take a firm hold on her panties, pulling them down her legs. “Your pussy tastes like heaven.” I take a firm hold on my dick and rub the cum around the tip before moving up to cover her body with mine.

She’s so small.

“I have to be careful not to crush you,” I murmur, tossing my head to get rid of my hair falling in my eyes.

The sated smile grazing her lips as she keeps her eyes closed makes me want to bang on my chest like a caveman, but I don’t like that she’s hiding from me at the same time.

“Open your eyes, waif. Don’t hide from me,” I command her, my voice like a band of steel, and I reach up to entwine my fingers with hers, engulfing her with my body.

Immediately, she obeys, and I revel in her submission.

“Good girl,” I grumble, leaning down to take her mouth in a long, languid, wet kiss. Her fingers wriggle in mine, but then tighten, and I can feel her yielding to me.

I end the kiss by tracing my lips down to her neck, biting slightly. I smirk when I feel her shiver, taking care to notice every reaction I get from her in my mind for the next time.

“Condom?” I ask her gruffly as she spreads her legs so that my dick can feel the warmth from her pussy. I’m at my breaking point. My control is bound to snap at any given moment now.

“In the drawer,” she whispers, pushing her crotch against me.

Reluctant to leave her, I pull roughly at the top of her corset, freeing her breasts before I put most of my weight on her. I savour the feel of her soft breasts against my hard chest as I continue to worship her body with my mouth, but I have to move eventually. I turn my head and release my hold on her hands. I reach across her to open the bedside table and take the condom out, and I sit back to straddle her.

“Here.” I stretch my hand out towards her. “Put it on me.”

A slow smile spreads on her lips as she takes it from me.

“I didn’t know I was allowed to touch you, Sir,” she mumbles. I raise an eyebrow at her.

“When I tell you to touch me, you may. And – that’s the second time you’ve called me
‘sir’
tonight. I thought I told you that it was unnecessary for now.”