"You want to act like my submissive, service my cock, be on your knees to me?"
"No." She shook her head. "I want to be your submissive, not act like it."
"Then get your pretty ass over here and prove it to me."
She hurried and didn't watch where she was going. She hooked her high heel on the coffee table. Quick as a flash, he was on his feet and caught her against him. The speed of his reflexes took her breath away. As did the press of his body. His jeans were still open, the zipper scratching against her abdomen. The head of his cock pressed against her navel, but despite those temptations, it was the strength of his hands holding her, how he tipped up her face, that made her knees tremble.
"Clumsy girl," he said gently. "That's why you have to have two of us. So there's always one around to catch you."
He and Chris teased her about her propensity for tripping over her own feet, saying she'd never really grown into her long, coltish legs, but they never meant it in a mean way. She smiled up at him. "I guess you'll just have to do double shifts on that until Chris comes back."
"I guess I will." He sank back down on the couch, holding her hand, and then he tugged. She went to her knees between his spread thighs, hands gripping his knees. Her gaze riveted on his thick, erect shaft, the cotton of his shorts barely containing it. But when she reached for him, he put his hands on her wrists and held her. "No," he said. "Not yet."
"But . . ."
"Hush." Rising, he tucked himself back in and stepped around her before scooping her off the carpet. As he moved toward the bedroom, he held her securely in his arms and she wrapped hers around him. Her hip pressed against his abdomen, feeling the shift of muscle groups there. Despite her height, there was no awkwardness in how he carried her. She always thought of Chris as the brawn of the two, but Geoff and Chris were pretty evenly matched when they wrestled. Chris claimed Geoff was a dirty fighter and able to twist out of holds more easily, but no one could hold their own with Chris for more than a second unless they also had some real strength.
Geoff laid her down on his bed, switching on the bedside lamp. "We're doing this right," he said. "Before you do any of those other things, before we take this further, I want to be inside you. Chris will have his turn, but I'll be first." His eyes gleamed emerald and gold at her. "There's a pecking order to these things."
"And he's not around to argue."
"No, he's not. But I'll win this one either way." From the look in his eyes, she believed it. There was only one alpha dog in the house, though she thought if he ever ceded leadership to anyone, it would be to Chris. Imagining what might happen when and if he did made her shiver.
Taking off his shirt, Geoff bent to remove shoes and socks before skinning off his jeans. When he straightened and moved toward her again, only wearing his dark brief shorts, she made a noise, lifting her hand. He raised an eyebrow in question. Sam wet her lips and gave him a shy look. "Would you mind just standing there, as I did for you?"
"Exactly as you did for me?"
As a submissive, waiting on the Master to give the next direction. She colored at his expression. "No. Definitely no. I just . . . I've always wanted to look at you in your underwear. I saw you once, sort of. You had your door cracked and you were on the phone with someone while you were getting dressed for work. You'd stopped at the end of your bed and were telling him what you needed for a meeting. You should have looked funny, sounding so authoritative while standing in nothing but your underwear, but . . . you didn't. Then you turned your head and I rabbited up the hall. I wasn't sure if you saw me . . ."
"I did." His eyes sparkled. "When I realized you'd been standing there deliberately looking at me, it gave me a lot of distracting thoughts that day. So . . ." He took a measured step back. "Look your fill."
It was probably a pretty unusual request for a sub to make of her Master. One he
might not normally indulge, because, as she'd discovered in the living room, it was a bit unsettling to simply stand still under someone's concentrated regard. But maybe it was different for a Dom. She didn't see any self-consciousness in Geoff's expression as she savored the moment with avid gratitude, poring over his shoulders, the expanse of his chest, the gleaming dark hairs that arrowed down his fit stomach to the waistband of the charcoal-gray shorts that stopped high on his corded thighs.
His arousal seemed to have gotten fuller, longer, and when she flicked a surprised glance at his face, he cocked his head. "Yeah, watching my sub stare at me with that hungry look makes me think of all the ways I'm going to please myself with her. Which gets me even harder. So keep looking, Sam. I'll tell you when you're done."
He kept making her heart trip. She noticed a damp spot on his shorts where the head would be, evidence of his desire that made things pull between her legs in restless response. He had elegant feet and long-fingered hands. Even his neck tempted touch. She wanted to feel the intricate layering of tendons, veins and arteries.
"You're beautiful," she said in a hushed voice. "I've always thought so."
He grimaced at that and she smiled. "In the most manly way," she added. "Like Chris Pine beautiful, as Captain Kirk."
"You didn't even get interested in Star Trek until he started playing that role."
She lifted a shoulder. "I'm sure that's just coincidence. I've been very busy for the past couple of decades."
"Mm-hmm." His eyes lit with amusement. God, she needed, wanted him. Some part of her couldn't believe this was finally happening. She didn't want to rush anything, yet another part of her was sure she was going to explode if he didn't get on with it right now. She let herself be held in stasis by that tangled morass of desire and his gaze.
"Sam, I want you to spread your legs. Bend your knees so your feet are flat on the bed. Stroke yourself again."
She did, her knees wide, and he shifted so he was framed between her bent knees, watching her. She drank in the sight of him as he removed the underwear. His arousal was so stiff, and the weight of his testicles was framed by his thighs. She wanted to run her hands down his chest, tangle in the hair there, feel him pressing her legs apart with the weight of his body. It had been so long since she'd had sex, but if it had been yesterday, it would be a distant shadow. The actual act with those past lovers wasn't as intense as her anticipation of it now, with him.
Geoff might be learning how he wanted to express himself as a Dom, but she had no doubt he was a skilled lover. She and Chris both knew he never had to be told anything more than once, and he strove for perfection in all that he did. Sometimes that could be a pain in the ass but, when it came to this, she had a feeling she was going to be thanking all the divine powers for that personality trait.
She rubbed herself over the panties, under the panties, her lips parting at the sensations through her core, along the insides of her thighs. Standing there, impressively virile, he crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his weight to one hip. Heavens above, she could come just from his regard alone as she pinched and fondled her clit, teased the wet crotch of the panties. Her other hand drifted to her breast, intending to caress the curve, but he made a negative noise.
"I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself there. Those pretty tits are mine. Just like that cunt you're stroking is mine. Right?"