Sinclair (Bad Boys of WildeSide Book 2) Page 10

  “Still nervous?” he asked as he tumbled back on the bed. Damn, how did he make that look so graceful? If it were me, my legs would have flown in different directions; my body would have bounced around unattractively. But he looked like he graced magazine covers in his spare time.

  “A little.”

  “Come here.”

  I slowly moved towards him, placing one knee on the mattress beside him. He pulled me down until I fell on top of him.

  “Jesus, look out. You’ll hurt yourself.”

  “You don’t weigh any more than a butterfly.” He kissed his way down my neck, rolling us both, so we faced each other on the bed.

  “Another one of those lines.”

  “Darcy?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Hush.” He kissed me. Hard this time. Until I swore I saw dots dancing in front of my eyes. I moved onto my back as he kissed down my neck to the top of the T-shirt I wore. I wish I’d worn something racier, but I didn’t own anything sexy. I’d feel like a dork putting some negligee on anyway. Wasn’t like I had the curves to fill it out.

  “Can I take this off?”

  His question surprised me. I’d really just expected him to take charge—not ask questions.

  He must have sensed my surprise because he raised his head, studying my face. “What do you enjoy in the bedroom?”

  “I don’t know; I don’t have that much experience.” This struck me as a talk we should have had before we’d gotten this far.

  “But you must have some idea.” He kissed the sensitive spot below my ear. Shivers raced up my spine. “What did you like at WildeSide? What turned you on?”

  Oh God. Could I say it? Did I dare?

  “It’ll sound weird.”

  He pulled back, looking surprised. “Weird? I’ve been a member for years; it would take something very out there for me to consider it weird. What is it? Puppy play? Medical play? Age play? None of that seems weird to me; I can assure you.”

  “No, it’s, um . . .” Wow, what were those things he’d just mentioned? I made a mental note to do some research. “Not weird-different, weird in that I always thought I’d like to give up control in the bedroom. Except, I didn’t like it when Nick controlled things. So I guess that was just a fantasy, not reality.”

  He was silent for a long moment then he pushed back my hair with his hand before cupping the side of my face. “Baby, that’s not weird at all. And don’t use your experience with Nick as a guide. We know what an asshole he is. I’m willing to bet my entire fortune he didn’t care about your enjoyment at all. There’s a difference between being domineering and a Dominant. A Dominant’s main job is to look after their submissive. To put their happiness and safety first. In your relationship with Nick did you feel you had any power at all?”

  “No,” I whispered.

  “A submissive draws all the lines. The boundaries that the Dominant can’t cross. Inside those boundaries, anything goes. But a good Dominant never steps over the line. Not without permission. He always respects boundaries. He always respects safewords.”

  “Do you like that? Being dominant?”

  “Yes, I do. I’m a man who likes to control everything around him.”

  “And if I say I can’t do it? Is that it for us?” Why the hell did I ask that? I didn’t want to know.

  “I wasn’t going to bring this up yet because I didn’t think you were ready for it. But, from the moment I met you, I saw some submissive cues. The way you longingly watched some of the more dominant scenes at the club. To the way you reacted at times. You’re always trying to please people; it’s who you are.”

  “Which hasn’t always worked out well for me,” I said bitterly.

  “No. But your Dominant needs to ensure you’re protected at all times. Even from yourself.”

  “I don’t want someone to pick out my clothes or to tell me what to do all the time,” I warned him.

  “Ah, but I’d have you wear nothing at all.” He grinned to let me know he was joking. At least I think he was joking. It was hard to tell. “We can take this as slowly as you like. But I think once you’re ready to let go and fully embrace this side of yourself, you’ll find pleasure you’ve never imagined.”

  “I-I like the idea of having the control taken out of my hands in some ways. But in others, not so much.” My physical bruises from Nick had faded a long time ago, but the emotional ones still lingered.

  “You always have control, baby. If you ever don’t like something, all you need to do is say your safeword.”

  “So it all comes down to trust.”

  “It’s all about trust,” he agreed. “So the question is, do you trust me?”

  “You know I do.”

  Satisfaction filled his gaze. “I’m not an easy man, in or out of the bedroom, but you’ll always come first. I’m also insanely protective, as my sister likes to say. And I’ve been accused of always thinking I’m right.”

  “I can handle you,” I told him confidently. No, I couldn’t. But I’d learn. Because I wanted him in my life. We both had a history. It was the present I was interested in.

  “I want to try. I don’t know if I can do it. But I want to try.”

  “Brave girl.” His words made my insides melt a little. “Give me your safeword.”

  Safeword. Lord help me, this was really happening. “Mango.”

  “Mango?” he questioned.

  “Hate them. Slimy and sweet. Ick.”

  “Okay, mango it is.” He sat up then moved to the side of the bed. Standing, he held out his hand to me. What was going on? Was that it?

  “Strip me,” he ordered.

  Yep, shit was getting real.

  Sinclair

  I knew she was nervous. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and her breath came in sharp pants. If I didn’t want her to faint dead away, or lock herself in the bathroom, I knew I needed to give her some sense of control.

  “S-strip you?”

  “Is that a problem? You don’t want to see me naked?”

  “No, I mean yes, oh, God.” She placed her hands over her face, and I let a smile slip. I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her.

  I pulled her hands away. “Darcy, just breathe.”

  “I’m such a dork.”

  “You are not a dork. And by the way, talking down about yourself won’t be tolerated.” I raised an eyebrow, giving her a stern look. I meant every word. Not that I would follow through with punishment.

  Not yet, anyway. That might come later when she had more confidence in herself, and in me—when I knew she fully trusted me and I wasn’t going to set off any lingering triggers. Right now, I just wanted to touch her. But first, I needed to calm her down.

  Well, I didn’t want her too calm. A few nerves were expected. She reached for my shirt, her hands trembling slightly as she undid each button. It was excruciatingly slow, and I had to force myself to remain still. When all the buttons were undone, she stilled for a moment then pulled my shirt off me. I quickly laid it on the armchair behind me.

  “You’re a neat freak, aren’t you?”

  “A bit,” I admitted.

  “Can I touch you?” she asked.

  “Please.” My voice was tight with arousal, and it was a test of my control to stand so still as she explored my chest.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” She traced the tattoo working its way over my upper arm. Moving behind me, she followed it down my back. “Fit and muscular.” She kissed the middle of my back, and I shuddered. Okay, who knew that could feel so good? Moving around, so she faced me, she reached for the top of my pants then stopped, looking up at me as though checking for permission.

  I knew my instincts had been right when it came to her. There was definitely a side to her that was submissive.

  With hands that fumbled endearingly, she unzipped my pants then pulled them off until I stood in a pair of black boxers. Her gaze was fixated on where my cock pressed against the fabric. She reached for the top of my shorts,
and I grasped hold of her hand, stopping her.

  “Not yet. It might be best if I kept these on right now.” I needed the barrier to maintain my control. “Now, it’s your turn.”

  Darcy

  It’s my turn?

  I swallowed, trying to moisten my dry throat. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. And I knew it was because I didn’t want to mess up. Sinclair cupped my face. “Don’t be scared,” he whispered. “I’d never hurt you.”

  I know.

  Before I could tell him that, he was kissing me. My arousal soared, and I found myself grasping hold of those wide shoulders to steady myself. His skin felt silken under my hands, but that silk encased hard muscle without any give.

  His strength didn’t frighten me as I thought it might. Instead, it made me feel protected. Safe. And that was something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

  “Darcy?” he questioned softly. “If you’re not ready—”

  “I am,” I said quickly and whisked my T-shirt off before I could really talk myself out of it. I stood there, dressed only in a pair of tiny, lace panties. My chest rose and fell, my nipples, already hard, tightened to the point of pain. I stood and waited for his reaction, my nerves raw.

  He simply stared, his dark gaze taking me in.

  “Well?” I asked, resisting the urge to raise my arms to cover my minuscule breasts. Was I too boyish? Too thin?

  “Beautiful,” he replied, cupping my breasts. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, and I let out a low moan.

  “They’re small.”

  “Beautiful.”

  “I have no curves.”

  “Beautiful.”

  “Are you listening to me?” I asked in exasperation. “Is beautiful your answer to everything?”

  He leaned down and licked one nipple. Shivers raced up my spine, and I arched my back, wanting more.

  Greedy. I was so greedy.

  “I’ll listen when you say something I want to hear. And I don’t want to hear any nonsense about you being anything less than perfect.”

  “No one’s perfect.”

  “You’re my idea of perfect.”

  “Those lines of yours are getting better,” I said breathlessly as he licked around my areola then flicked the tip of my nipple. Oh, dear Lord. My legs shook, my pussy clenched with desire.

  “I want to kiss you all over. Explore every inch. Run my tongue over your lips, your breasts, your pussy, your ass.”

  My ass cheeks clenched together. Whether in anticipation or concern I wasn’t quite certain. He kissed me again. Softly. Taking his time. Then he kissed along my jaw and down my neck, leaving shivers of pleasure in his wake. My body awakened, as though it had been asleep for years. He returned to my breasts, licking and sucking in turn until my legs were so weak I thought they’d fold beneath me.

  He knelt in front of me, surprising me as he kissed down my flat stomach and then along the top of my panties. My heart leaped, and I took in a sharp breath. My pussy gushed with moisture, my clit throbbed with anticipation. Reaching around, he cupped my ass, his hands easily covering my cheeks.

  Sinclair kissed my slit through my panties, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive folds. Slowly he pulled my panties down.

  “Hold onto my shoulders,” he ordered as he slid my panties off each foot. He paused then ran a finger over my mound. “You shaved.”

  “Do you like it?” I whispered shyly.

  His eyes were filled with molten fire as he stared up at me. “Like it? Yes, you could say I like it. A lot. You’re so smooth, and I can see everything. Delicious.”

  A flush of pleasure filled me.

  “Spread your legs.”

  “Oh, God, do I have to?” I asked.

  “Am I in charge?”

  A shiver raced through me at the strict note in his voice. Maybe it should have frightened me to give up control, but it was Sinclair. And I knew he would cut off his right arm before he hurt me. If anything, he was too protective.

  “Yes.”

  “Then spread, angel.”

  I widened my stance, and he kissed my mound before spreading my lower lips and taking a long lick. I grabbed at his shoulders to steady myself.

  “Christ. Christ.”

  “No. Sinclair.”

  Ridiculously, I found myself smiling.

  “Lay back on the bed.” His voice had grown even huskier. The intense look on his face held me spellbound for a moment before I scrambled to obey him. I wanted to please him. So damn much. I’d always tried to please everyone else; to make them happy. But it was different with Sinclair. Because by pleasing him I knew he was going to please me.

  He moved to the end of the bed and grabbed hold of my ankles, slowly pulling me to the side. My ass hung over the edge, and he pulled my legs over his shoulders.

  “Beautiful.”

  Damned if I knew what he thought was so beautiful, but, hey, who was I to argue with him? He slowly licked my wet pussy, moving the tip of his tongue around my clit. Faster and faster. My head thrashed back and forth, my body tightened, need a deep and thunderous roar inside me. Everything around me faded except for his tongue lashing my core, the rasping of his five o’clock shadow against my sensitive skin, and the feel of his hands around my waist, holding me, anchoring me.

  “Sinclair!” I screamed out as he drove me higher and higher.

  “Come,” he told me. “Come for me, angel.”

  I would have done anything for him, so that was a damn easy order for me to obey. My scream of release shocked me. The sound so raw, and filled with such feeling that I might have been embarrassed by my display if I hadn’t been flowing with such deep pleasure. My whole body shook, my pussy pulsed with aftershocks as he continued to lick at my swollen clit.

  “Again.”

  Holy fuck.

  Sinclair

  I couldn’t get enough of her taste. After wringing the second orgasm from her, I knew I had to give her a break. She wasn’t used to sex, and her clit was probably overly sensitive. Besides, if I didn’t take her soon, my balls were going to explode with need. I’d never wanted someone as much as I did her.

  I rose, giving her pussy one last kiss.

  “That-that was amazing.”

  I stood, looking down at her. She had an almost dreamy look on her flushed face. Part amazement—part shock. I couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that curved my lips. That was my woman lying there. My woman, who looked like she’d been well-loved and totally satisfied.

  “There’s more to come, angel.”

  Her nose screwed up, the pleasure on her face fading slightly.

  “What is it?” I laid back on the bed and patted the mattress next to me. She rolled over and crawled her way up the bed, her breasts dangling beneath her.

  God help me, if I didn’t get inside her soon, I really was afraid of doing myself some permanent damage. I hadn’t been lying before when I called her beautiful. I thought she was breathtaking.

  “Nothing,” she told me, laying on her stomach next to me. I reached over and gave one ass cheek a light tap. Her eyes widened as she stared at me.

  “No lying,” I said sternly. “What’s going on?”

  “I don’t want to tell you.”

  I frowned slightly, not liking the idea she could be keeping something from me. Or the reason why she might feel the need to lie. Was it out of fear? That was something I couldn’t stand—the idea that she might be afraid of me.

  “Why not?”

  She played with the bed cover. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

  I covered her slight hand with my own. So tiny and delicate. That was something I could never forget—how much smaller she was than me. Protectiveness welled in me, strong and urgent. “Why would I be disappointed?”

  “Because I don’t really like the next part,” she whispered. “And I’m not very good at it.”

  I felt a rush of anger and I had to work hard to keep it from showing on my face. “Just becau
se you didn’t like it with someone else, doesn’t mean it’ll be the same with me. After all, I am rather unique.”

  She gave me a small smile. “That you are.”

  I moved onto my side and rolled her over onto her back. I cupped one of her cheeks with one hand. “I’m going to make this good for you. For both of us.”

  “But if it isn’t?” she asked quietly, her worry clear.

  “Then I’ll just have to try harder next time, won’t I?” I told her lightly. I wouldn’t have her blaming herself or telling herself she was no good. “There are two of us in this, and while it might not be the polite thing to say right now, I have the most experience. So if this next part is crap, then I’ve got no one to blame but myself, got it?”

  Her eyes glinted with tears then she blinked rapidly and gave me a shaky smile and a nod.

  “Got it.”

  Darcy

  Sometimes I thought he was so good it was unbelievable. He couldn’t possibly mean every word he spoke. Except I could see in his gaze he did.

  He rolled onto his back, placing his hands behind his head. “Take off my underwear.”

  I ran my gaze over him. I appreciated the fact he was trying to give me some control. Even if he was still in charge. He lifted his hips as I reached for the top of his boxers. As I pulled them down, his cock sprung free.

  “Motherfucker,” I muttered.

  “Language,” he growled, giving me a stern look. “And believe me, those are not the words a man wants to hear when a woman sees his penis for the first time.”

  I was taken aback, then I thought over my words. A giggle escaped me. “Sorry. Better than ‘is that it?’, though, right?”

  “I suppose,” he said grudgingly. “Now get on with it, woman.”

  I pulled his boxers down his legs, biting my lip to stop to keep from smiling. I loved how he could turn my mood from worried to relaxed. It wasn’t a side of him most people saw. His dry humor. His caring.

  I turned back to stare at him. At the tattoo that wound its way over his shoulder and down his wide chest. His firm stomach with abs that flowed like waves. His arms thick with muscle, and long, firm legs. Finally, I turned my gaze to his cock. It stood firm and straight. The urge to lick his shaft caught me by surprise.