Command and Control: Holding Out for a Hero, Book 2

by Shelli Stevens

  He cast a sideways glance Megan’s way. The oversized sunglasses she wore shielded her gaze, but her mouth was curved into a slight smile. She looked pretty damn proud of herself for some reason.

  The sunlight filtering in through his truck windows made her hair seem even redder, shinier. So damn sexy as it curled over her shoulders and teased one breast. She’d unfastened the top button on her blouse after complaining it was too hot.

  He jerked his gaze away from the curve of her tit, but it was too late to avoid the blood that rushed to his cock.

  When he finally pulled up outside his cousin’s house, it was a relief to get out of the truck. To escape the sensual smell of her perfume, and to keep resisting the urge to smooth a hand down her thigh…maybe trace his fingers inward to find out if she was overheated their too.

  “Come on, Trevor.” She winked at him and opened her door, grabbing their bags. “Time’s a wastin’.”

  He swore under his breath. Why the hell was she so cheerful? She’d certainly gotten over the fact that he’d told her to move on to another guy fast enough.

  Walking up the path to his cousin’s house, his brows drew together.

  “Hey, I don’t see Ryan’s truck here.”

  “Hmm. Yeah I guess it’s not,” she murmured and reached into her purse, pulling out a set of keys.

  When she put it in the door and unlocked it, Trevor froze.

  “Where the hell did you get those?” he demanded as she pushed open the door.

  Before she could walk inside—and she’d been about to—he caught her wrist.

  “Just what the hell is going on, Megan?”

  She licked her lips and gave him a slow smile. “Todd gave them to me. Let’s go inside and we’ll talk.”

  He didn’t release her or move. “Todd gave them to you? Where’s Ryan?”

  “Inside first.”

  His teeth snapped together, but he stepped over the threshold with a growl.

  “Now, Megan, you need to tell me exactly what the deal is.”

  She followed him inside and then shut the door behind them, leaning back against it and watching him from beneath her lashes.

  “The deal is we have this place to ourselves for the next few days,” she said calmly. “You said you don’t feel like you have any control anymore, Trevor. When you admitted that, you opened up to me. Even if it was just a little bit, it was enough.”

  “Listen, Megan—”

  “No. Right now, you listen.” She pulled away from the door and approached him, her heels clicking on the linoleum of the entryway. “I want you to open up more. Talk to me about everything. What happened in Afghanistan and why you won’t let yourself be happy.”

  Trevor froze, felt all the emotional doors slamming automatically inside him as he started to shut down. He caught her wrists and pushed her away, shaking his head.

  “I’ve already told you, Megan. I can’t do that. So if this was all just a ruse to get me alone so you can play therapist, you’ll have to find someone else to play with.”

  “Yes, about these games, Trevor? I haven’t even told you the fun part.” She tugged her wrist toward her, dragging his hand with it. Catching his palm, she turned it over and pressed a kiss in the center, watching him through sooty lashes. “I want you to open up to me and you want control. How about a fair trade?”

  What the hell was she trying to say? It was hard to think with the little circles her tongue was tracing on his hand now. The thump, thump of his heart quickened, grew louder, until he was sure she could hear it.

  “Maybe you’d better elaborate,” he said thickly.

  “You open up, and for three days, Trevor, I’m yours to command. Yours to control,” she said in a seductive, breathless tone. “Whatever you want. Whatever you say. I’ll do it.”

  Shock hit, but it was nothing compared to the lust that surged through him, making his cock rock hard and his blood heat.

  What she asked for was impossible. For him to open and up and talk about things he wouldn’t even talk to an Army therapist about. But the vision of her—of Megan, the woman who loved to be in control—being submissive kept flicking in his mind. It was an adult man’s fucking wet dream. But it was also a trade he couldn’t make. Would never be able to make. Megan asked the impossible.

  He opened his mouth to tell her to pick their bags back up and march that cute ass of hers out to the truck again.

  “Anything I want?” he rasped instead.

  Her lashes swept up, revealing blue eyes full of arousal and excitement.

  “Anything, soldier,” she said softly.

  Trevor’s jaw flexed and his grip on her wrist eased as he moved his hand up her arm to cup her slender shoulder. He knew he’d have a devil of a time keeping his end of the bargain, but it didn’t matter as he pushed Megan to her knees in front of him.

  “Well, angel,” he said softly. “You’ve got yourself a deal. Now why don’t you be a good girl and make it official by sucking my dick.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Megan’s heart slammed against her rib cage and her mouth dried out. What on earth had she just gotten herself into?

  Her knees bit hard into the cool linoleum floor and she shifted for comfort, swallowing with difficulty. She lifted her gaze from the unmistakable bulge now at eye level, to Trevor’s eyes. His narrowed gaze was full of heated desire.

  “Well, Megan?” he taunted. “Still think this is a good idea?”

  Never, ever in her life would she have guessed that she could be the type to do this kind of thing. To want to be submissive to any man. But she trusted Trevor not to abuse the power she’d just given him. The expectation in his tone had a rush of excitement coursing through her veins and her nipples tightening, her body tingling, and moisture gathering between her legs.

  She licked her lips and gave a slight nod to confirm her commitment, not trusting herself to speak.

  The zip of his fly going down sounded in the quietness of the house and her pulse skyrocketed.

  Though Trevor unzipped his jeans, he made no effort to do anything else. He was waiting for her. With hands that weren’t quite steady, she reached out to pull the fly wider apart, then tugged his jeans down over his hips.

  Beneath his briefs the thick curl of his cock strained to be free and her mouth watered with the realization that in a few seconds it would be in her mouth.

  She curled her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs, brushing the coarse curls over his lower abdomen. A groan slipped from her throat as she gave a tug and he popped free, his erection waving proudly in the air just inches from her mouth.

  Calloused fingers traced over her cheek gently, before Trevor slid his hand into her hair and maintained a firm grip.

  “Show me, angel,” he coaxed roughly. “Show me what a good little submissive you can be.”

  He pushed her head forward, but her lips were already parted, ready to accept him. The thick head of his cock slid into her mouth, moving deep in a commanding stroke to the back of her throat.

  Megan’s eyes widened, but she relaxed her jaw around him and released a soft moan of pleasure. Reaching up to cup his balls in her palm, she let her tongue flick across the underside of his erection. The musky and salty taste of his skin was so familiar, such a potent aphrodisiac that her pussy wept with need.

  She slid her mouth back over the thick length of him, to the bulbous head, taking a moment to swirl her tongue over him. When she heard the air hiss out of his mouth, she knew Trevor had no complaints.

  With a murmur of victory, she took him deep into her mouth again, and then established a rhythm. Though Trevor seemed interested in helping her with the pace. The fingers in her hair tightened, pushing her head up and down, as his cock explored every inch of her mouth.

  She listened to the sound of his breathing become more ragged, felt the tightening of his balls in her hand and knew he was close.

  “I want you to swallow this time,” he commanded, his words almos
t guttural.

  Her stomach twisted with nerves and she closed her eyes. She’d never swallowed before, had always assumed it would be too unpleasant. Usually Trevor would pull out before he came.

  You made a deal. This was your idea.

  Even while most of her was nervous to do it, a small part of her wanted to try. Loved that she’d taken any choice out of the matter by making the bargain. Though even still she knew that if she really didn’t want to try it, Trevor wouldn’t have forced her to do anything she didn’t want.

  She relaxed her mouth around him, let him take control as he climbed toward his climax. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest and she let out a murmur of pleasure.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m coming.”

  He thrust deep, to the back of her mouth and then held.

  She barely noticed the first warm spurt of him sliding down her throat. Making no attempt to pull away, she instead kept sucking on him. Milking him to release it all. The salty taste of him finally registered, but it wasn’t unpleasant. If anything it just heightened her excitement.

  Opening her eyes, she stared up at him. Watched his expression that seemed almost like he was in agony, but the shudders that ripped through his body, and the low groan he made clearly indicated otherwise.

  He continued making slow thrusts in her mouth, caressing the back of her scalp gently now instead of holding her still, until she finally felt his erection lessening. And then Trevor slid his cock past her lips, watching her through hooded eyes as he tucked himself back into his pants.

  “That was amazing,” he said softly. “I can’t believe you let me do that.”

  Seeing the amazement and gratification in his eyes sent a thrill of excitement through her. Showing her that even when playing by his rules, letting him be in control, there was still so much pleasure to be had.

  Megan arched a brow and ran her tongue over her lips, still on her knees as she stared up at him. “I made a promise. Anything, Trevor. I’m yours, however you want to use me, whatever you want to do.”

  His gaze heated once more and he reached out a hand to help her to her feet. When she stood in front of him, she reached out to play with the fabric of his black T-shirt, nibbling her lip.

  “Just remember your side of the bargain, soldier.” She’d tried to make it sound playful, but she bit back a groan as Trevor’s hand tightened around hers and his expression became shuttered.

  “You want to hear it right now?” he asked flatly.

  She hesitated, uncertain how to go about this. She didn’t want the information to be pulled from him like she was extracting teeth. She wanted it to be more organic. And beyond that, right now, the last thing she was thinking about was a deep discussion. Her body was strung taut with the need for release. But if he wanted to talk now, of course she wouldn’t turn that offer away.

  Finally, she went back to her bargain, and put him in the driver’s seat. “Whatever you want, then I want. These days together are about you, Trevor. You have control. Not only over me, but when and how you want to confide in me.” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “As long as you promise you will confide.”

  He watched her quietly for so long, the air around them grew heavy. Her heart quickened and she bit down harder on her lip. Oh God. He wasn’t going to be able to do—

  “I promise.”

  Relief swept through her, weakening her knees and bringing a wide smile to her face.

  “Thank you.”

  “But for right now,” he continued, his gaze still unreadable as he pulled her toward him. “I want to watch you come.”

  Her breath caught and heat stole through her body. The fine hairs on her arms lifted as he stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb.

  “Take off all your clothes, Megan.”

  As she shed her clothes she watched him, saw the self-assurance back in his eyes that hadn’t seemed as constant lately. It confirmed that in its weird way, giving him control this way had been a good decision. When she stood before him in her thong and bra, he shook his head.

  “Everything.”

  Drawing in a sharp breath, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, tugging it off of her breasts and letting it fall to the ground. Then, hooking her fingers on each side of her white lace thong, she shimmied it down her thighs and off her legs.

  Her nipples tightened in the cool air of the entryway and she glanced beyond Trevor to the living room where couches and chair sprawled about. But she didn’t say anything, waited instead for instructions as her body hummed with need.

  “What’s in the bag?”

  Megan jerked her attention back to Trevor. “Pardon?”

  “That bag next to mine that you brought in? The smaller one.” He jerked his head toward the doorway and where their bags still sat.

  Her stomach did a little flip and she swallowed hard. “Things.”

  Trevor arched a brow, his lips quirking. “Things, angel? Bring it to me.”

  She turned to do what he said and jerked with a cry when his hand slapped across her ass. Eyes widening, she glanced at him over her shoulder, rubbing her burning bottom. That hadn’t been expected!

  “What—”

  “When I ask you a question, I expect a proper response. No ambiguity.” Amusement danced in his eyes and he gave her another quick swat to the other cheek.

  Trevor bit back a laugh when he heard Megan mutter under her breath. So far she was doing pretty fucking amazing with this submissive thing. But the defiant, power-hungry woman he loved was still lingering beneath the surface.

  Before she could move to grab the bag, he strode forward and slid an arm around her waist, jerking her naked body back against him.

  “How much did you like that, Megan?” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and inhaling the scent of her expensive floral perfume.

  “L-like what?” Her head fell back against his shoulder and he watched as her breasts rose as she jerked in a ragged breath.

  “Did you like me commanding you to give me head?” He slid his hand lower on her stomach and felt it clench beneath his touch.

  “I loved it,” she whispered.

  A thrill raced through him at their little power change. Not that either of them had ever really claimed that much more than the other, but seeing as he would have complete power for the next three days… He still couldn’t believe she was doing it. And it was a bit of a relief. A sexy and fun distraction. A way to have some control again. Even—or especially—if it was in the bedroom.

  His mouth curved into a smile. “You know, angel, my soldiers call me Sir. Why don’t you give it a try?”

  She was quiet for a moment, before obediently murmuring, “I loved it, Sir.”

  Trevor smiled against her neck and slid his hand lower to cup her pussy.

  “I know you did.” He pushed a finger into her sheath and found her soaked. “Seems you liked it quite a bit.”

  He fingered her clit, felt her body clench beneath his hand, and then set her away.

  “Go get that bag, angel.”

  She pulled away with a purr. “Yes, Sir.”

  When she bent to grab the bag, his cock stirred to life again at the image she made. The angle showed her spectacular ass giving way to the folds of her pussy. Her long, smooth legs had images of him fucking her in the shower racing through his mind. How it had felt to have those slender thighs gripping his waist when he’d plunged mindlessly into her.

  Megan straightened again, breaking the seductive vision, and turned around to return to him. The front side of her was just as spectacular.

  Her breasts, always a good handful, rode high on her body and her waist was narrow. Her pussy had always made him wild. Totally bare. Everywhere.

  She’d loved to call him during the week, when they still had days before they could see each other, and tell him all about the Brazilian wax she’d just received. It would always make him so damn hard that when she showed up on base Friday evening, they usually wouldn’t e
ven make it home before they were fucking.

  “Open it,” he instructed when she stood before him with the bag.

  He watched the muscles in her throat work and her cheeks turn slightly red. But she obeyed, unzipping the bag and handing it to him.

  Trevor took it, holding her smoldering gaze for a moment before turning his attention to look inside the bag.

  Holy shit.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Trevor’s cock jerked as he sorted through the sex toys, creams, oils, lingerie and various restraints and handcuffs.

  “Jesus,” he muttered thickly and pulled an object out. “You really did mean anything, didn’t you, Meg?”

  She let out a husky laugh. “Yes, Sir.”

  He ran his gaze around the inside of Ryan’s house, though he already knew the layout pretty well. Finally he spotted what he wanted and gave a slight nod.

  “Over there. Go sit down in the recliner.” When she went to move he caught her arm and halted her. “Actually wait here a moment.”

  He disappeared down the hall to the bathroom and snagged a towel from beneath his cousin’s sink. When he returned Megan stood next to the recliner, running her fingers over the leather.

  Trevor spread the towel down on the seat and turned back to face her, a slow smile curving his lips.

  “Have a seat.”

  Megan lifted her chin and climbed into the chair, leaning back and placing her hands on the armrests.

  “Let me help you get a bit more comfortable.” He walked around the chair and took her hands, placing them above her and then reached for her feet.

  “What—”

  “Trust me.”

  He quickly arranged her legs so that each one draped over the armrest and her body was spread wide for him, so vulnerable, then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

  Between slender thighs, the pink folds of her pussy were blatantly exposed. Cream shimmered in the shadows and he bit back a groan at the wonderfully seductive sight. He barely resisted the temptation to just unzip his fly and take her like that.