“Jesus, Amelia… I can’t take much more.”
“You’ll take what I give you,” she murmurs, her breath mingling with mine.
I strain against the headboard so hard it rattles. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“You’re a big boy. You’ll survive.”
Her hips roll over mine slowly, silk dragging against the front of my tux pants, and I swear my whole body locks up. Every pass grinds right over me, the pressure’s too much and not nearly enough.
My head tips back against the pillow, breath coming hard, the tape stretching again under my grip.
“Amelia…” My voice is rough, already broken. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants again.”
She smiles wickedly, like she’s been waiting for me to say it.
“Oh, I know you did,” she purrs.
My eyes snap to hers. “You little devil… so you did know.”
Her face lowers until her lips are a breath from mine. “Of course, I knew.” The words are a whisper, her mouth brushing mine just enough to steal my air, then pulling back before I can chase the kiss.
I groan, straining against the headboard. “You evil woman.”
She grinds again, slower this time, dragging herself over me in a way that makes my thighs tense and my hips buck helplessly.
Her smirk deepens. “You like it, Maverick, don’t lie to me.”
“Like it?” I pant, fighting the urge to flip her under me. “I’m losing my mind over it.”
She leans in, giving me the softest, most featherlight kiss, just a ghost of her lips over mine, before pulling back and rolling her hips harder.
I grunt as my eyes squeeze shut, every muscle in my body tensing.
“Amelia, baby.”
She hums, pleased, then shifts back on her knees, her hands sliding down my chest, over my abs, to the waistband of my pants. My pulse spikes as she works the button, slow enough to make me want to scream. She drags the zipper down, her knuckles brushing me through the fabric, and I curse under my breath.
“Excited for me, Maverick?” she teases.
My pants slip down my hips, leaving me in my boxers, which are soaked. The dark patch is obvious, clinging to me.
Her eyes drop, and she licks her lips.
The sight of her alone is going to make me combust.
I bite down on a groan, watching her take it in. “You see what you do to me?”
She drags her gaze up my body. “I do, and I fucking love it.”
I press against the tape again, the headboard rattling. “Untie me, dollface, I swear.”
Her finger trails right over the wet spot, a teasing pressure that makes my hips jerk. “Oh, you’ll get your turn,” she says, her smile nothing but trouble. “But right now… You stay right where I put you.”
Her hand lingers on the damp spot as her palm cups my cock through the thin cotton until my hips jerk against her touch. My wrists pull hard at the tape, the iron headboard groaning under the strain.
“Amelia…” My voice is low, strained. “You keep that up and I’m not gonna make it.”
She tilts her head, feigning innocence, though her eyes are nothing but trouble. “That’s the point. I want to see you squirm.”
