“One thousand dollars?” I guess.
He laughs, his voice rough. “They cost much more than that.”
I can’t tell whether it’s a truth or a lie anymore, but the idea of ruining them, of him coming in them because of me, helpless and undone in those perfect, expensive pants, sends a dangerous thrill through me.
Before I can second-guess it, I move. Rolling on top of him, straddling his lap, his surprised laugh vibrating through his chest underneath me as he gazes up at me.
“Fuck,” he exhales, eyes darkening. “I really hate this view.” His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, guiding me across his cock as I start to move. He tugs the blanket higher, shrouding us both from the outside world. "Dammit. This feels terrible.”
I glance around just to make sure no one’s watching us. Everyone is wrapped up in the movie, meanwhile the only show I want to see is Cain underneath me.
"Shit," he hisses.
I grind against him again, my sweater dress riding up until it’s bunched around my waist. Only the thin barrier of my underwear separates me from the smooth fabric of his silky pants now. It feelstoo good—the friction, the heat, the slow drag of the material against my skin.
“Shit,” he sighs, biting the corner of his mouth as I roll my hips harder. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Good,” I whisper.
He lets out a disbelieving laugh, his brows knitting together like he’s torn between stopping and begging for more.
“You want me to come in my suit pants?”
“No,” I lie easily, voice soft, teasing. “That would be terrible. Completely unsatisfying for me.” Another lie. I press down harder, dragging my pussy back and forth against his length. “What Idowant is you touching me.”
He leans up on one arm, watching me with a heated gaze that makes me feel completely naked despite still being covered. My rhythm falters when his other hand finally moves sliding from my hip to my thigh, up, up—until his thumb brushes against the damp fabric covering my clit.
“Say please,” he murmurs.
“Please,” I breathe out, already trembling.
He still doesn’t move.
“It’s my birthday,” I whisper, finding his eyes again. A truth. “And the last thing I want is to come on your cock right here.” Lie. “I’m certain I can’t do it. Probably impossible for me to come like this.” Another lie.
His brow lifts, amusement flickering in his expression as he tries to decide which one’s the truth. Then, finally, mercifully, he gives in. His hand moves, his fingers finding the spot he’s been avoiding. He presses firmly then tugs the thin strip of fabric against me until I can’t breathe.
And when I moan, he grins like he’s won something he’s been playing for all night.
“Fuck, touch me harder. Please,” I whisper, my voice cracking, breathless.
I fold in half against him, my chest pressed to his, like maybe if I melt into him, he’ll give me what I want. My hips roll against him, grinding and searching. His free hand slides up the back of my neck, threads through my hair, and grips, tight enough to sting, tight enough to hold me there as he pulls my head up just enough to look in my eyes.
“You’re so pretty when you beg.”
He tugs the scrap of my underwear harder, dragging the fabric against my clit in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes my knees shake. My hips move before my brain catches up, grinding into his touch, chasing it.
“Yeah,” he breathes, the words hot against my mouth, “just like that. Take what you want from me.”
The friction burns in the best way. I roll my hips again, a firm, needy drag that has me gasping. His breathing quickens, andI feel the twitch of his cock against me through his expensive, about-to-be-ruined dress pants.
“You wanted me coming in these,” he groans, his lips ghosting mine, “and you’re about to get your wish. Do that again.”
I do. Harder this time. I grind down, dragging my soaked panties against the length of him until I can feel every ridge, every inch straining to get free. I hope my arousal leaves a mark on the silk. I want him to wear this home coated in me.
“F–fuck me,” he groans softly, head tipping back. His jaw flexes, eyes pinched shut like he’s losing the battle to stay in control.
The sound of his voice turns me on even more.
