Chapter Thirteen
Tamsyn
Pressed against Hux with the evidence of his climax sticky between her chest and his thigh was a quiet and content kind of pleasure. She liked going down on men, how they tasted, how they reacted. But there was something special about how he’d made her feel with his generous praise and how he called herlittle girl. Like she was at his feet not just to please him but for him to protect and nurture. Sweetest and most satisfying blowjob she’d ever given, that was for sure.
Although she’d been happy to kneel here and have him pet her hair while he caught his breath, she wasn’t sorry when he tipped her chin up and then took her hand to help her to her feet. Her knees were a smidge creaky as she stood but she forgot all about it when he circled an arm around her waist and pulled her in to kiss.
Chest to bare chest, they kissed for a bit, hands in each other’s hair and exploring each other’s bodies. It would’ve been fine for him to caress her sweetly, softly, and then bring her over to one of the aftercare areas to cuddle. But Hux didn’t seem ready to stop. No, the way he touched her made her think his hunger hadn’t been satisfied. If anything, it seemed as though sucking him off had primed the pump and now he was ready to go, and go, and go.
Flushed and panting when Hux finally used a handful of her hair to break their kiss, she looked at him. He made her feel small somehow and it wasn’t because he was taller than she was. She’d been with taller, bigger men and they hadn’t made her feel this way. Safe, adored, and a little…worshipful?
What the hell was that? She wasn’t a star fucker and Hux wasn’t a star anyway. Except maybe for people who had a civil servant kink? Which she didn’t.
Maybe it was because he’d been careful with her, and given her what she needed when she needed it. He was respectful and steady and just felt so damn good against her. Was this what it felt like to be a little?
She’d always wanted to challenge and fight and brat with her partners. Aside from a little aftercare, she hadn’t been cuddly or sweet. She hadn’t missed the men she’d dated when they weren’t around either. Maddie and her job had been enough.
Hux was…different. Yes, she could be sassy with him, but that was more like flirting as grown-up Tamsyn, not being a bratty middle and asking to be punished. Sure, bratting was all in good fun and it could give her a thrill but with Hux, she didn’t really want to. That urge to talk back and provoke wasn’t even there. But that didn’t mean anything.
Maybe she was just tired. Maybe she’d get bored of this nice guy thing he had going on, even as it was laced with dominance and control and building his skills at plying her body with such strong sensations. This was all very confusing, and she needed to talk to Maddie about it. But could she?
A tug at her scalp brought her attention back to where it never should’ve wandered from.Whoit never should’ve wandered from. Hux was looking down at her, brown eyes warm but concerned.
“Everything okay? You seemed like you went somewhere. If you have regrets about what we just did or—”
“No. No regrets, not for a second. I really enjoyed that.”
Maybe too much, she thought to herself.
“Good. Me too. If you don’t have to go and if you’re not worn out…”
His dark brows arched in question.
“I don’t and I’m not.”
“Then I thought you might be interested in a reward.”
Oh! “I didn’t do that for a treat, I wanted to.”
“Well, those things aren’t mutually exclusive, are they, little girl?”
The corners of her mouth twitched. “No, Daddy.”
“What we just did was really special to me, and not just because that was the best head I’ve ever gotten in my life.”
She could tell that he’d enjoyed it—the evidence was still painted on her skin—but it was different to hear him say it out loud. Hux was so brave that way, always being earnest. But he didn’t even act like it was brave, like it was a big deal to tell people how you felt about them.
The only person she was so honest with was Maddie and they’d known each other since before Tamsyn had become self-conscious as kids do. The two of them had never outgrown saying I love you or showing affection.
Maybe she could borrow a little of Hux’s bravery since her usual mouthy brashness didn’t seem appropriate. Her voice was still soft when she managed to tell him, “It was special to me too.”
The kiss he pressed to her forehead made her knees weak. The ones that followed on her temples and her cheeks and the corners of her mouth didn’t help any.
“So let’s do something else special,” he murmured against her mouth. “I wanted to reward you for being such a patient girl while I’ve been learning so many new things. I thought you might like a good girl spanking to show you how grateful I am.”
Her voice came out all breathy and weird, nearly unrecognizable, when she asked, “Does this good girl spanking include an orgasm?”
Okay, she might’ve bounced on her toes so it wasn’t ridiculous that he laughed at her. Just a little.