“Please what?”
“Please… I need your mouth on me. Your tongue. Fuck me with it. Please, Dice. I need to get off—now. I’m beggingyou.”
“Good girl.” I select a bigger strawberry, coat the tip in syrup, and press it to her taint.
“Oh gawwwd.”
And when I drive my tongue into her, sliding deep, working in tandem with the fruit, Lot loses her mind. Writhing, gasping, begging me like I’m her salvation. No fight left, stripped down to only need.
I shift higher, lock on her clit, licking and sucking in a quick, steady rhythm. Her keening moans are euphoric, like she’s holding on by a single, frayed nerve.
I lift my mouth. “Say my name. Know who’s making you come.”
“Dice!” she sobs. “It’s you. Only you.”
That’s all I need. I devour her—lips, tongue, groans, while pushing the strawberry into her ass.
She cries out my name again and comes. Loud. Unfiltered. Gushing all over my face. Hot as hell. Beautiful.
I don’t stop. I lap at her gently, easing her down, coasting her through the aftershocks. Every tremor, every sound punches straight to my heart. This isn’t just sex. It never has been.
Whatever control I hoped to gain over myself, over us, is a fucking illusion.
She finally slumps, chest heaving.
“You gonna make it?” I ask, trying to sound light, even though I feel wrecked too.
“Not sure,” she croaks, her face slack with bliss.
I brush my lips against her inner thigh, then ease off the blindfold. She blinks slowly, adjusting to the light, and I kiss her. Deep, languid, longer than casual standards.
But my cock is throbbing. Demanding release. I reach for a condom.
“Web,” she whispers.
Her safe word. I stop cold. Search her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just… untie me.”
I undo her cuffs, massaging her wrists and thighs where the strapsheld her.
She flexes her hands and slowly sits up. With a mischievous gleam, she picks up the cuffs and taps them against her palm.
“My turn.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lot
Good boy.
“Move to the foot of the bed.”
“What are you?—?”
I press a finger to his lips. “Do you trust me, Dice?”
He watches me, that calculating mind still ticking behind his hooded eyes. “Just need to know what you’re planning.”
