“Sloane.” My name is all but a growl from his mouth against my ear. He moves his lips down to the curve of my neck, and my back instinctively arches, causing my ass to press against his dick that is alreadysohard. Another moan slips from my lips, and he bites on my earlobe. His other hand trails down to the top button of my shirt. Before I can register what he’s doing, he grabs the inside of my shirt and pulls, completely ripping the buttons apart in the process. Holyhotas hell.
His hand grabs and tugs at my now exposed right nipple without restraint. His touch is hungry and untamed, like he’s a beast that’s been released from its enclosure. He moves to the opposite nipple, giving it the same ravenous attention as the first. I rub my thighs together, seeking some sort of friction.
“Soperfect,” he groans against my skin.
My right hand instinctively plunges into my pajama shorts to satisfy the aching need. I don’t make contact before he grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“Only good girls get to come, Sloane,” he murmurs against my neck. Oh,fuck. It’s like he’s a completely different person right now. I can’t say that I’m sad to see this side of him, though. Unfortunately for him, I almost come hearing his dirty words alone. Unfortunately for me, I’m pretty sure he’s dead ass serious.
“Riven …please, I …” I arch my neck back as I moan the words out in a breathless, needy pant. I’m ashamed of the vulnerability he’s managing to bring out of me right now. Or maybe I justreallywant to come.
“Are you a good girl, Sloane?” He releases the hand that’s around my throat to lay me flat on my back. He uses his new position to suck my nipple into his mouth as his hand travels to the waistband of my pajamas. I arch into his touch.
“Mmmm,soneedy. But I’m gonna need you to use your words, darling.”Darling?! Oh …God. He pauses with his handright inside the waistband of my shorts, and I nearly beg him to keep going.
“Please,” I manage to get out in a breathy whimper.
“Please …what, Sloane?” His hand is still resting so fucking close to where I desperately want it.Needit.
“Please, Riven. Let me come,” I all but whine, the desperation taking over my senses.
My words seem to snap something into place as his gaze turns purely feral, a sure mirror to mine. His pupils are nearly black, making the stormy gray rimming one of them a breathtaking contrast. His black hair falls over them as his gaze moves from mine back to what he started.
“That’s my girl.”My girl? My eyes nearly roll back at the way he says it. He moves his hand in an agonizingly slow descent to find that I’m not wearing underwear. He glances up at me with a look that can only be described as one of insatiable need.
“I … it’s uncomfortable to sleep in them.” A low groan is his only response as he moves his fingers lower, and lower, and …
“Fuck, Sloane. You’re so wet.” He plunges a single finger inside of me and then moves it back up to my clit where he rubs in slow, torturous circles. I toss my head back and let out a moan, arching into his hand. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I’m already chasing that building sensation deep in my core as my breathing picks up.
Then, he stops.
My eyes pop open, staring straight up at the ceiling as a deep laugh escapes his lips. He turns to me.
“Eyes on me, Sloane. I want to watch you come undone. I want to see how pretty you look when you let go of that control.”
My eyes shoot straight to his, and I lose all ability to speak. Instead, I nod my head up and down like a fool, earning another dark chuckle in response. He lets my lack of a verbal reply pass this once and starts moving his hand again.Thankfuck.
This time, he doesn’t hold back.
His fingers move in quick circles now, and the orgasm that I was sprinting toward edges back into view. My breathing deepens until it’s coming out in quick pants. He moves from my clit to slip a finger inside of me, and then two, as he twists his fingers upward to find that spot that has my vision going black. On basic human instinct, my eyelids start closing, and I snap them back open. A wicked grin plays on his lips in approval.
“That’s it, Sloane. You’re so tight for me. You’re doingsogood. Let go.”
I’m positive I won’t be able to hold his gaze a second longer, but his words are enough to send me plunging straight over the edge and into oblivion. My hands fist into the sheets at my sides, and my eyes water as stars erupt over my vision. Exactly as he wanted, I come utterly undone, harder than I ever have in my entire life.
Once my vision clears and my eyes meet his, I’m faced with an intensity that I’m sure could smother me to death if I allowed it. I find myself wanting to crawl into the darkness staring back at me. I shiver, grabbing hold of my runaway thoughts as he removes his hand and brings his fingers up to my lips. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I part them without thought.
“Here, taste yourself,” he orders, pressing two fingers into my mouth and against my tongue. And without thought, I snap my lips closed around them and suck.Oh … my …
“Fuuuuck, Sloane.” His head falls forward, hair brushing against my bare chest.
“I need to taste you for myself.” He snaps his eyes up to mine, and before I even have time to protest, he’s moving.Twice? I … there’s no way. No one has ever—
My thoughts are immediately tossed aside when he grabs my shorts and pulls them down, tossing them off the bed. I push up to my elbows and take this moment to avoid the way his eyesare assessing me and instead notice that he’s still wearing his sweatpants. I sit up to pull them off, and he grabs both of my wrists in his hands. In one swift motion, he has me pinned back against the bed. I breathe heavily.
“Tonight isn’t about me. This is about you.” His eyes move back and forth between mine before flicking his gaze to my mouth. It was so quick that I barely noticed it. I want his mouth on minesodamn bad.
“I want to make you come again so hard that your brain rewires itself to only think about me when you touch yourself. Got it?” he says. I nod, a little too enthusiastically. He doesn’t let up. I know what he wants, and I consider disobeying him if only to have him remain this close. If I moved an inch, my lips would be against his. So …close.
