He dips his hand between us. The evidence of my arousal coating his fingers. There’s a smug expression upon his face. And I can’t even fault him for it.
“Tell me,” he says as he gathers my arousal, brings it to my clit and circles at a tantalizingly slow pace, “is this pretty pussy wet for me?”
“Yes.”
He hums appreciatively. Without warning he inserts three of his fingers inside me. I gasp, throwing my head back. It’s nowhere near the size of him. I ache for all of him. To feel the delicious sting of pain only his cock can give me.
“Rico,” I drag out his name on a needy moan.
“Tell me what you want. Do you want me to finger fuck you? Or do you want me to delay the gratification until I have you bound and on your knees? What is it you desire most?”
I roll my hips but he halts my movements. I glare at him. He pins me with his famous leveled stare. “Decide,” he demands lowly.
“And if I don’t?”
He shrugs a nonchalant shoulder. Then he slips his fingers out of me and I cry in protest. Bringing the soaked fingers to his mouth he sucks on them. My breath falters. He reveals his now clean fingers and licks the remnants from his lips. I’m lost in a trance. “Then you won’t come at all.”
“You’re being cruel.”
“I would beg to differ. I’ve given you two options. That’s hardly being cruel.”
“Fine then I’ll just take care of it myself,” I say dismissively. As I start to break his hold he flips me on my back and has my hands trapped above my head.
“Like hell you fucking will,” he rumbles from deep within his chest.
I jut my chin defiantly. “I’ve taken care of myself long before you and my hand does just fine. Gets the job done every time.” Taunting him I wiggle my fingers.
Lowering his hips, his cock notches at my entrance. I try to gain leverage but he bucks my hips back against the bed. “And since my cock and fingers have been inside you your fingers won’t be able to bring you pleasure any longer. Not the kind you desperately crave. You’ll forever be unsatisfied unless it’s by me.”
I raise a cool brow. “You want to test that theory?”
He chuckles darkly. And god it warms my belly. “And if I’m right?”
“You’ll be wrong,” I reply confidently.
“When I’m right,” he says instead and I roll my eyes, “then I’m going to tie you up and deny you orgasm after orgasm until you break for me.”
Even his threat is a sweet promise I can’t help but want. Damn him.
“I hope you’re not a sore loser.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He releases me and crawls off the bed. My eyes stay on him as he stands at the end of the bed. He folds his arms over his chest and I’m gifted the sight of his gorgeous muscles.
I’ve come to realize it doesn’t matter if he’s experienced or not. His blasé at life naturally gives him a particular raw appeal.
While I want to squirm under his scorching gaze I try to tap in on my own nonchalance. I trail my hand down my body and cup my sex roughly. His tongue peeks out. His eyes heavy with concentration on my ministrations. I pry my lips open and show him what he’s missing.
“Do you like what you see?”
“No need for the pointless question. You know I do. Sweet as a peach and wet because of me.”
I gather my arousal and bring it to my lips. Making a show of it I swirl my tongue around my fingers before sucking it in my mouth. Very much of how I would suck him off.
“Mmm, you’re right. I do taste sweet.” His jaw feathers with tension.
I draw my legs up and spread them wide. I’ve never been this brazen before but under his gaze I’m compelled to. I’m on full display and yet I feel no shame. I only burn for him.
