"Oh, little viper, don't act so surprised. I can feel how much you want this."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Alicia
Hooded dark eyes stare down at me, paired with a confident, flirtatious smirk that has my stomach bottoming out while I try to get my bearings, still half asleep and convinced I'm having some fucked up lucid dream.
"Are you going to try and deny you want me, Alicia?" he drawls, moving his hand between my legs, fingers brushing against my clit, and swiping easily through my arousal.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I keep my thighs clamped shut, restricting his movements, even though the devilish voice in my head is begging me to open them so he can continue.
"Get off of me," I spit, grabbing his wrist and tugging at his arm, trying to remove it from my body.
He smiles smugly at me, wedging his hand deeper between my thighs until his fingers rest against my embarrassingly sopping wet core while he continues stroking his dick with his other hand, getting himself worked up.
He lifts his knee onto the edge of the bed, and I bend my legs up, wanting to have as little contact between our bodies as possible, but my movement only causes the tips of his fingers to dip inside of me, and an involuntary moan slips past my lips.
His eyes light up at the sound, and he moves his other knee so his body hovers over mine.
I can feel the warmth spilling from him, and my muscles begin to loosen as I breathe in his intoxicating, musky scent with each heaving, shaky breath.
"Admit you want this," he says, his eyes drilling into mine.
His fingers twitch, and his thumb nestles against my throbbing clit, but I hold his stare, determined not to give away how much he is truly affecting me right now.
"No."
My voice is shaky and breathless, and I regret answering him when he chuckles at my reply.
He glances down, and my eyes follow until they land on his dick, watching as he pumps his hand up and down his shaft, squeezing gently every time his fingers reach the tip. When I see a shimmer of wetness surrounding the head of his cock, my tongue unwillingly darts out of my mouth, licking my lips.
"Your actions say different to your words, little viper."
The nickname he's appointed me has my heart fluttering in my chest, and my stomach clenching even tighter as I allow my thighs to open the barest bit, subtly giving him more space to move his hand as he pleases.
Although I thought I was being discreet, he catches the movement immediately, and his smile turns sinful as he plunges a finger inside of me, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. I scream from the unexpected intrusion, and the pleasure that ripples through my body.
He hums, watching my body squirm beneath him as he thrusts his finger inside of me at the same pace as his hand is moving along his dick.
Tipping my head back on the pillow, I close my eyes tightly as I allow my thighs to drop open, too embarrassed to see the victorious glint I know he'll have in his eyes from my move.
"Admitting defeat already?" he asks, slipping another finger inside of me.
A shuddering breath escapes me as my toes dig into the mattress beneath me, and I lift my hips.
"I hate you," I bite out, snapping my eyes back open to glare at him.
He kisses his teeth, curling his fingers inside of me and hitting the spot that almost has me falling over the edge, but he snatches his hand away from me and out of my shorts.
My eyes widen in alarm, thinking he's going to leave me here, wound up and without release, but then I watch with hungry eyes as he wraps his soaked hand around his dick, replacing his other one.
I watch in awe as the big, broody man kneels on the bed beside me with his trousers tightly banded around his upper thighs, vigorously swiping his hand along his dick, spreadingmeall over him, his head tipped back and loud groans pouring out of him.
I've never seen a sight so beautiful.
My thighs rub together, trying and failing to create friction against my clit as I watch him continue to bring himself closer to the edge.
As if he knows what I'm doing, he blinks his eyes back open, moves to the centre of the bed, and reaches for the band of my shorts with his free hand, yanking them down my hips and my legs, throwing them carelessly behind him. He lifts my left leg, curling it over his shoulder.
