He slowly shook his head, and I hummed.“Don’t hide things from me again.I hate it.”
His arms tightened around me as he said, “I’m sorry.”
I patted his cheek, accepting his apology.For a heartbeat, the room held nothing but the sound of our breaths.
And then, just like that, mischief flickered in his eyes, wicked and boyish.“You know,” he said with a smirk.“You look insanely hot when you’re mad at me.Can we do a hot teacher and student role-play?I’ll even bark if you want me to.”
I rolled my eyes.“You’re so unserious—Dylan, wait!”
He stood up slowly, not backing off, and then he pounced.Grabbing me, and spun me toward the workbench, his mouth finding the hollow of my throat.
I squealed, laughter bursting out of me, feeling ticklish.“Dylan!”
“Don’t worry, darling,” he whispered against my skin, his voice dark with promise and a threat.“I’ll make it up to you.”
My laughter tangled with his kisses, dissolving my anger and confusion for the moment.
Even though his touch was gentle, his voice sincere when he kneeled between my thighs and ready to christen my home studio, a dark thought lingered in the back of my mind.
Does Dylan truly have feelings for me?Or… am I just a crush to him?
Dylan
Even when my tongue was buried inside her, tasting the sweet nectar dripping between her thighs, I could see the gears in her brain twisting and turning.Her hips trembled with my onslaught, but those pretty brown eyes were distant.They seemed calculating, like she was dissecting whatever I had said to her so far.
She was overthinking while I had my tongue deep inside her pretty cunt.
And I hated that.Hated myself for it.Even though I had expected it.Hell, I had predicted it.Like the time her one and only ex treated her like shit, then she pulled apart each and every word and lie he had told her until she had armored herself with suspicion.
But I wasn’t him.Or that fuckface boss.
I knew her better than she did.I knew once I wrung an orgasm out of her, she would need space and retreat from me.And like a good boy, I would give it to her and more.I would get out of her hair until she missed me at night.
I would disappear until her fingers couldn’t reach deep enough or hard enough.Until she needed me.
And the second she reached out, I would come running like her pet, her dog.Maybe it was obsession and it was unhealthy.Call it what you want because I would be anything she fucking wanted.
So when her moans reached high, my tongue latched on to her swollen clit, savoring the taste of her arousal.I groaned into her heat, the sound vibrating against her, and her hand slid into my hair.Fuck, the way she touched me, gentle and hesitant like I might break.
I wanted her rough.I wanted her to pull, to yank, to slap me when I pushed her too far.I wanted her to use me and punish me when I misbehaved and overstimulated her.
Fuck.
I slid a hand beneath the robe and stroked myself while grinding my tongue on her slicked folds.Her taste coated my lips, her moans filled the studio, and when I glanced up, the sight of her with her head thrown back, lips parted and robe falling open around her flushed skin made me feel feral.
I couldn’t take it.
I knew she was sore—butfuck.
I needed it.Neededher.Needed to bury myself in her until the line between us blurred further.
Standing, I gripped her thighs and shoved the robe aside.She didn’t stop me.Her hand only curled into my shoulder and tugged me closer.
I lined my cock against her soaked entrance and slid in with one slow thrust.Her breath hitched, and I didn’t give her a second to adjust before I fucked into her.Deep andhard.
“Katie,” I groaned into her mouth, swallowing her gasps as my tongue tangled with hers.I squeezed her breasts in my palms, kneading and pinching her nipples until she whimpered.The sound made me thrust harder.
Her workbench creaked beneath us, jars of gemstones rattling, metal tools clinking together.Fucking perfect.I wanted to ruin this space for her, her sanctuary.I wanted every ring, every necklace she made here to remind her of me.
