When I got there, I glimpsed movement outside, and closed the curtains quicker than they were probably made to be closed.
Dude, the man still wanted her.
There was no doubt about that.
Even worse, he was willing to wait in the shadows and watch, torturing himself, rather than go inside.
Yeah, dude still wanted her indeed.
Feeling a little more mean than I probably should be, I cracked the curtains open again, just far enough that you could see inside, then grinned as I turned and said, “How much do you want to let your ex know that you’ve moved on?”
Iris tilted her head somewhat curiously. “What do you mean?”
Then she stripped her shirt off.
Before I could tell her what I wanted to do to let Teller know that she’d moved on, my attention was immediately diverted.
“I have a doctor that is a family friend in the hometown I grew up in,” she mused as she started to tie her hair back behind her head, her eyes dark and sultry, remaining solely fixed on me. “I’m going to go to his clinic, get tested, and then get on birth control.”
My dick, which was already hard at the sight of her tying her hair back, went harder.
How that was even possible, I didn’t know.
Not a single woman had affected me the way Iris did.
She licked her lips and dropped down to her knees, making me forget everything and anything but what was about to happen right then and there.
“I’ve been tested multiple times since Lindy,” I told her bluntly. “I’ll get tested again, though, if you want me to.”
She pursed her lips, then urged me closer with a crook of her finger.
Goddamn.
I moved forward without having to be asked twice.
Then I was sucking in my stomach at the feel of her tugging my belt from my pants.
“You know,” I mused as I watched her throw it to the floor. “You could’ve just undone the buckle, then my jeans.”
Her eyes sparkled with mirth as she said, “How are you going to restrain my hands later if you still have that belt looped through your jeans?”
And if I wasn’t hard before—which I fucking was—I certainly was after hearing her say that.
I felt my belly tense as she started to unbutton my jeans.
She wasn’t very smooth with her movements, letting me know without her actually saying it that she wasn’t as confident as she was coming off as with her words.
“Unzip me,” I ordered, feeling the need to take over.
I was one that could ride bitch as long as I felt like it, but the moment that the need to take over started to rise up, it was easier to listen to my instincts than to ignore them.
And my instincts were screaming at me that Iris had hit the limit of her boldness.
She looked up at me, relief hitting her eyes, and did exactly as I asked, stopping the moment she had them all the way unzipped.
I licked my lips as I curled my hand around the side of her head and ran a callused thumb over her cheekbone.
“Before we start,” I said. “Was last time we did this okay? Do I need to do anything differently this time?”
She blinked, then opened her mouth, only to close it just as fast.
I didn’t want to accidentally step in it when I could’ve prevented her from experiencing something that she didn’t like.
Honestly, I’d rather her tell me the blunt truth—and not spare my feelings—than do something she wasn’t comfortable with.
“As long as it’s not leaking like a faucet in my throat, I can do precome,” she said. “It’s only the amount that comes out that bothers me.”
I nodded once, then let my fingers drop before I urged her to keep going.
“Might want to get my boots and pants off before we get any further,” I rumbled.
She struggled with the boots, but I didn’t help her.
The pants came off much easier, and by the time I was standing in front of her in only my underwear, she was biting her lip and squirming.
“You like me giving you orders?” I wondered.
She looked up at me with those soft eyes again. “I do.”
“Get naked,” I said. “If you’re going to suck my cock, I’m going to get the best visual possible.”
She stood up on shaky legs, then started to strip the rest of her clothes off.
When she was finally standing in nothing but skin, I backed up and took a seat on the ottoman at the end of her bed.
“Come ‘ere,” I urged.
She came, stopping when only our feet kept us apart.
“Between my legs,” I pushed.
She stepped forward, stopping only when the ottoman hit her in the knees.
“Good,” I said, placing my hands on her hips and tugging until her breasts were all but hitting me in the face. “Just where I want you.”
Then I proceeded to suck on her nipples, bringing each tip to a turgid alertness that made my cock throb.
Iris didn’t have big breasts. But she did have big nipples. Ones that looked almost too big for her breast size. But, when those nipples bunched up with arousal, shining with my attention, they were so arousing that I wanted to rub my cock on them until I came.
Iris also had a bit of a belly, one that rolled slightly when I tugged on her hand to urge her to her knees.
I wanted to run my lips along that roll. Wanted to come on her stomach. Her breasts. Her face.
Goddamn, I was a heathen sometimes.
The idea of her being marked with me was way too arousing to be normal.
“Take my underwear off.”
CHAPTER 15
Friends are like books. Some are real. Some are fake.
-Iris to Callum
IRIS
The moment he took over, telling me exactly what he wanted done, every single ounce of anxiety left my body.
I’d always been a sexual creature. What I hadn’t been good at was voicing my desires, or telling someone what I wanted done to me.
I craved the feeling of giving up control.
More so, I craved being told what to do by the man in front of me.
His blond hair was even more tousled than normal, having been windblown from his lack of wearing a helmet home—something I’d been intending to say something to him about.
But the ride from his parents’ place to my place had been short, and it was more than obvious that being free of the helmet, even for that short of a time period, had made him happy.
So who was I to get onto him for something when it was mostly harmless?
Hell, sometimes I ate eight Little Debbies for dinner.
Something that was probably more damaging than a two-minute ride from his parents’ place to mine.
“You paying attention, sweetheart?” Callum asked, dragging a lone knuckle down the length of my cheek.
I licked my lips and nodded my head. “Now I am.”
His eyes shined with happiness as he said, “Take my shorts off.”
I did, thinking again how the boxer shorts life didn’t seem like it fit him all that much.
“What’s got those lines between your eyes?” he asked curiously, touching the spot between my eyes.
I snickered. “I was thinking how you don’t strike me as a boxer shorts kind of guy.”
He explained while I dragged his underwear down the length of his body.