“Gavin.”
My name on her lips was barely a breath, but I could hear the need and desire in that whisper.
“Arch up,” I said, and she did, using the rails as leverage and lifting her back off the bed. I unhooked the clasps of her bra, groaning at the sight of her freed breasts, and I pushed the bra up until it hung over her head behind a pillow.
She gripped the rails again, her body lifting in my direction as I held her gaze, and then I lowered my mouth onto her taut nipple. Shit. She tasted like sweet vodka and candy. Her lips sucked behind her teeth, her head throwing back, but I reached up and took her chin between my fingers.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
CHAPTER TWELVE - CHLOE
HOLY FUCK, I needed him to move faster.
I was sure I would climax the moment he moved my underwear. I had nearly came at just being bent over his lap. Each slap had sent a pulse through my core and down into my already throbbing clit.
His mouth was back on my nipple, and I rocked and arched into the sensation as he sucked and squeezed the tautness between his teeth. With one arm beneath me, his other traveled down my side, pausing to grip my hip, my ass, and the thigh of my bent leg. My arms were already starting to ache above my head at his slow pace. Every time his tongue swirled on my nipple, or he teased me, I bucked my hips against his, utterly desperate for that friction.
He chuckled on my skin, tongue flicking at my breast, as the very tips of his fingers slid up my inner thigh. “Is this what you want?” he asked. His breath heated over my wet peak, fingers practically dancing over my pussy.
“Yes,” I almost cried.
“Yes, what?” His voice was stern. Commanding. Painstakingly sexy. My open mouth snapped shut at the demand, my inhale jagged, and I met his eyes.
“Please.”
The corner of his lip lifted again, and he whispered, “That’s right, baby,” before returning his full attention to torturing me. His middle finger stilled over my clothed, yet throbbing clit, and I felt a needy breath lead me.
“Gavin…”
“Gods, that’s beautiful,” he whispered, sucking on my breast again. “Keep saying my name. Every time your greedy little pussy wants more, say my name. Beg for it.”
I was going to scream his name if he tortured me like this any longer.
“Please, Gavin,” I found myself saying as I lifted my hips toward his hand.
He held my gaze when he finally moved my underwear to the side. His open mouth stilled over my breast, only his tongue dancing over my nipple, and I groaned as I watched that tongue move, felt his finger brush my clit. It was all I could do to contain myself as I imagined that tongue on my pussy and doing the same to my sex.
I strained against the handcuffs, desperate to move my arms and push him between my thighs or thread my fingers in his soft hair—something more than this agonizing tease.
“Taste me,” I ground out, chin stretching upward. “Cupid…Eros…”
He groaned on my chest before pushing up to kiss me. It was as though those names had made him weak or triggered something inside. He tugged at my thong, and just as I started to pull away from his kiss and tell him to undo the stocking clips, he dug a finger into the lace, and the fabric ripped.
I gasped into his mouth, making him smile against my lips, but before I could say something about him ripping my underwear, he plunged a finger inside me, and every thought evacuated from my mind.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered as he moved to hover over me, his eyes landing on the hand between my legs. He met my gaze again, and my mouth sagged as he inserted a second finger inside me. My eyes rolled with every slow thrust, every press of his thumb on my clit. I lifted my hips eagerly, saying his name again as my walls tightened around him.
“Don’t come yet,” he told me.
I whimpered in response, my aching arms trembling. “Gavin…”
He thrust his fingers hard inside me, making me wince. “Not yet,” he said again as his fingers curled, tantalizingly hitting that spot that felt so fucking good, and my eyes rolled in pleasure. Shit. I was melting in his grasp, willing to plead and cry for more.
“Gods, you’re eager for that end,” he rasped as I lifted my hips to him. “Say my name again.”
His words only made me bite my lip harder. I called out his name once more, back arching into him, and he was smiling wickedly when I finally opened my eyes.
“Do you want me to taste you?” he asked.
