Denver exhales, his face relaxing. “I can give you something much better to put in that pretty mouth.”
“Yeah?” I arch a brow.
He leans closer, baiting me. “Fuck yeah, baby.”
The warmth of his breath hits my lips, and I lick them as he hovers mere inches away, waiting for me to react.
What we’re doing is filthy. It’s degrading. It’s wrong.
It’s perfect.
“You think I like that idea?” I breathe. “Having your dick in my mouth? What do you think I’ll look like choking on it?”
His jaw clenches as I roll my hips beneath him, dragging my pussy over his groin. He sucks in a sharp breath and presses closer. This time the thick length that presses against me isn’t entirely soft.
“I think you’d look beautiful,” he rasps, his mouth hovering over mine.
I arch up until my lips dust his. “You’re deluded if you think that’s going to happen,” I whisper.
His hips flex, pushing his rapidly hardening dick against me. This time I let my whimper free, biting down onto my lip.
“You wet for me, baby?”
“What do you think?”
“I think I’m going to find out.”
I fight against him, but it’s half-hearted. He lets go of one of my wrists and slides his hand between our bodies. My pulse thunders in my ears as he reaches between my thighs and his fingers meet the hot, damp fabric of my workout tights.
My back arches off the mat like a bolt of electricity has shot through me.
“Youarewet,” Denver says, his fingers freezing.
I move, causing him to suck in a sharp breath as the evidence of what we’re doing pushes harder against his fingertips. He looks at me in hesitation until I dig my heel into his calf and kick him.
“Jesus,” he grits, moving his fingers slowly, finding my clit with ease and circling it through the material.
I moan at his touch, parting my thighs wider.
“You like that?” he breathes.
“No,” I pant, still pretending to struggle.
“Is that because these are in the way?” He pulls at my workout tights, letting the fabric snap back against my pussy.
I yelp.
His eyes are pinned to mine as he presses a little harder against my clit. “You want me to take them off, don’t you?” he whispers.
“Just try to get them off, jerk, and I’ll strangle you with them,” I snap.
His eyes remain on mine as he moves back, letting go of me long enough that I could easily hit him, deliver a blow that would get him off me so I could escape.
If this were real.
If Iwantedto get away.
“What was that, baby? You’re going to wrap these gorgeous thighs around my ears while I taste what’s mine?”
