14 – Protein
1364 Words
Ellie
It was the first time DJ’s words weren’t as encouraging as the rest of him.
Maybe that was a good thing.
I had no idea what this was—what he wanted or gained from it. Tempting as the idea and offer of him pampering me for a week were…
“I have no doubt it’s what I want, and that I want it with you, Dove.” DJ softened, pulling me into his lap. “I’ve been missing the caregiver side for a long while, and you couldn’t be any more perfect if you tried.”
The light peck he placed on the tip of my nose sent a shiver all the way down my spine. My stomach dropped, my heart lifted, and my brain turned to goo all at once.
His lips were still warm on my skin, the faint scent of salt and citrus clinging to him, making it impossible to focus.
“I don’t know what any of this is,” I admitted, licking my lips, tasting the ghost of his kiss. My fidgeting was enough to have DJ release me again—respecting my space and my boundaries, which didn’t detract from the overwhelming sensations.
Why was I overthinking this, when every nerve ending already knew the answer?
“I don’t want you calling me Daddy, Ellie,” DJ sighed. “But I can’t deny that what I do is more on that end of the spectrum than traditional BDSM.” There was doubt in his stature, his words, his presence.
But the fire in his gaze betrayed the hunger beneath it.
“Well, I don’t even know what spectrum you’re talking about, DJ.” The nerves in my voice matched the pounding of my heart. “I assumed I was a random hookup you’d never call again, and the rest… Well, it’s confusing.”
“So you didn’t want me here last night and this morning?” His voice wasn’t an accusation. Not the bitter, harsh snap I was used to, but it still made me flinch. My breath stuttered.
“Relax, baby. I’m not mad.” DJ pulled me back into his lap again, adjusting me so I could face him. His hand cupped the side of my cheek, thumb stroking as if he were smoothing away my fear.
“You’ve been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about you.”
I nodded, even though it was a statement rather than a question.
“You like everything we’ve done so far and want more.”
I bit my lip as if that would stop the chain reaction of my head bobbing to confirm the truth. My lips throbbed, remembering the taste of him, and heat coiled low in my belly.
“So all I’m asking is that we keep doing that with one another, rather than anyone else.”
The absent stroke of his thumb had my system humming again, sparks skating across my skin. I squinted at him, both suspicious and breathless.
“I haven’t been with anyone else either, Dove, and don’t really see the point when I’ve found exactly what I was looking for on arriving.”
The grin DJ let out was too much to resist. Coupled with his soft lips working down my neck again, all the tension melted into a moan. That boneless, reckless surrender of letting him do whatever he wanted and not caring about the rest.
It felt too good to resist, no matter how alien the response was. My fingers tugged at his clipped hair, while my hips searched instinctively for the connection of our bodies.
“You need a break,” the ripped Italian breathed, his chest rumbling against mine, seemingly reminding himself more than me. “We have a big day, so go on and get dressed while I get breakfast.”
I was shocked and almost giddy when he lifted me again, setting me down in the closet before heading into his suite through our adjoining bathroom. His scent lingered on my skin, thick and heady.
Obviously, I was lost in thought and indecision when he came back dressed and I was still wrapped in a bedsheet.
“Go put your hair in pigtails.” It wasn’t a suggestion, but it didn’t feel like a demand either. If it got me away from the embarrassment for a few seconds, I was all for it.
Before I finished the task, a pair of cargo pants and a spaghetti strap tank top were waiting for me on the counter of the sink in my personal water closet, rather than the shower suite with dual vanities.
I took the ensemble with a blush before steering toward my closet—only for DJ to stop me with one powerful hand tugging me back.
“No.” He nipped my earlobe, the sting followed by the wet, sinful drag of his tongue.
“No what?” I squeaked, my breath hitching.
“This needs to be open for me, always.” DJ’s hand slid under the sheet, stroking my still bare center, and I lit up with it, knees weakening. “I put out exactly what I want to see you in, Dove. Nothing more, nothing less.”
The gentle and dizzying assault continued as his lips and tongue trailed along the nape of my neck, the heat of his breath sending me into a quiver I couldn’t control.
“Easy access to tease the s**t out of you aside, I wouldn’t cage these beauties for the world.” His free palm cupped and brushed my breasts, the drag of his calloused thumb teasing over my n****e until I gasped.
I was already dancing in his lap for another round, the sheet sliding loose around me. How did he get me this hot this fast? The ache between my thighs pulsed in time with my heartbeat.
“Really think you can handle another round with everything we have to do today?” His voice was as devious as it was wanting, vibrating against my skin.
The adjustment of his grip turned into a feather stroke along my thigh, and I spread my legs over his knees without hesitation. I was melting all over again. My hand wrapped around his neck for support, while my back pressed to his massive chest.
When those too-skilled fingers didn’t immediately return, I continued the rock and rotation of my hips against the stiffening snake on my bare cheeks.
“That’s not an answer, sweetheart,” DJ teased with a nip to my chin. “You have to answer me verbally, honestly, to get what you’re asking for.”
“I want you again,” I confessed, pressing our lips together, desperate to close the unbearable distance.
“I’m a very large man, Dove.” His movements became languid, slow, and utterly unhurried, while my ravenous core leaked and clenched, demanding the fill—if not the release—of that too-large thing inside me again.
“There is a lot of me, and you’ll have to be more specific,” he teased, stroking over every inch of me with his thick, calloused hands. Everywhere but where I needed them. Each graze of his fingertips felt like fire across my flesh.
“Please, D, I need you inside me again,” I whined past the point of patience and pride. Beyond reason or recognition of my limits, my voice cracked with need.
“Then get on your knees,” he whispered, hot breath spilling over my ear before stopping all contact.
I did so, once again trembling with that unique anticipation. The thud of my heart was enough to move it to my throat, and every cell burned as I dropped to the ground.
My palms pressed to the cool floor for balance, but every part of me was on fire. When DJ didn’t follow or move to fulfill my wishes, I looked back over my shoulder at him.
His eyes were boiling pots of honey, dark and endless, filled with wicked promise.
“You said you needed protein before you could take any more, Dove. So come get it.”
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