My heart skipped a beat, and my hand paused on Taylor’s shaft.
His ferocious tiger eyes glinted again. He knew he just hit the jackpot.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked softly as his fingers dragged down the fabric. “You like when I compliment your suit.”
A lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t speak. I nodded, my head swimming.
Taylor smirked. “That’s adorable. Don’t forget to keep touching me. Unless you’re so horny that you can’t move.”
My brain fired off a few weak motor neurons, but my pace wasn’t nearly as steady as before. I was too distracted by Taylor’s gentle, fabric-respecting touch and his dirty compliments.
“This suit looks so sexy on you,” Taylor murmured. When his fingers slipped into the inner lining of the blazer’s pocket, I gasped as if he’d penetrated me. “What is this? Silk?”
I nodded again, too aroused to formulate even a single-word reply.
“So delicate and smooth. You don’t even put anything in these pockets, do you, Crimson? It would sully them.”
I felt like my head was going to explode. First of all, how the hell did he know that? Second of all, why was this experience so hot?
“Hm, if that’s how you feel... then maybe I shouldn’t dothis.”
I glanced down to see Taylor readying two fingers just outside the hem of my pocket, then froze as he plunged them inside. I whimpered, biting my lip. He wasn’t even touching me, just my clothes, but it felt as good as if he’d thrust his fingers into my ass. My body trembled as I lost my wits. I used my remaining capacity to work Taylor’s cock with my shaky hand. It wasn’t the best handjob I’d ever given, but it was all I could do right now while Taylor turned me into mush.
As Taylor finger-fucked my suit pocket, he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You really like this, don’t you? Having your precious suit defiled like a slut?”
I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from coming instantly. I nodded frantically.
“I’m barely doing anything, yet you’re a whimpering mess,” Taylor said casually. “In fact, why don’t I double-penetrate you?”
A tiny whine escaped me. If he did both pockets, I didn’t know if I’d be able to keep standing.
But Taylor didn’t relent. Using his broad chest to keep me stable, he slipped his other hand down to my opposite side. I watched with bated breath, my heart pounding like a stampede of horses.
“Look, Crimson,” Taylor ordered.
“I’m looking,” I promised in a weak whisper.
He grinned. “Oh, so you can still talk after all.”
“Iama dragon,” I said with a huff. “It’ll take more than that to—”
Taylor prepared three fingers, then thrust them into my second virgin pocket.
I cried out. A psychosomatic lust seized me. I felt frenzied, like Taylor was fucking my hole with a ten-inch dildo instead of putting his fingers in my blazer. My knees nearly gave out as I fell forward, desperately clutching him with my free hand. I had to focus on Taylor’s handjob or I’d lose my mind. Hell, I was most of the way there already.
But as Taylor’s fingers thrust in and out of my silk pockets, my movements grew pitiful and weak. My skull felt full of cotton. I could barely think. All I felt was overwhelming arousal pulsing in my veins.
Taylor pulled his hands out. I stood there, gasping for breath.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” Taylor ordered.
I stumbled over and obeyed him. I didn’t know what he was going to do, so I watched him closely while catching my breath.
But that didn’t last long. Taylor approached me with his hard, pulsing cock in hand.
“Crimson,” he said.
Thank Holy Drake I’d collected enough air to speak. “Yes?”
