“Spread yourself open for me,” he whispers in my ear, and my eyes snap open.
What does he…
“I said spread yourself for me, Slo.” His tone is commanding and so damn hot.
I’m willing to do everything this man wants. I reach down to spread my lips so my clit is exposed, the cold air on my wet pussy making me shiver, but not as much as his fingers do when they find my clit.
“Holy shit,” I yell, feeling an intense sensation I’ve never had before, not even with a vibrator.
“I thought touching the important parts would be more fun for you than just hovering over them.” Saylor chuckles in my ear. I look down and watch how his thumb rubs up and down on my clit while I spread myself open for him. “Fuck, what I would give to let my cock glide up and down your slit, to coat myself in you. I can see how wet you are, but damn, I wanna feel it.”
I’m panting, feeling like a mess. I’m ready to combust from the vision he just painted, combined with his fingers on me. “I need to come, please.” Every part of me is screaming for release. I can’t keep myself exposed like this while he almost overstimulates my clit with his touch.
It’s all too much, while it’s not enough.
“You never have to beg with me, Slo. Every time you come for me, it’s like a gift,” he whispers while kissing just under my earlobe, and this, combined with the cold air on my skin and his finger on my clit sends me over the edge. I’m moaning, trembling, and panting hard.
“Shh, easy. Breathe for me,” Saylor commands, and I do, taking some deep breaths, my pulse in my throat.
“This was… wow,” I stammer like an idiot, making him huff a laugh.
He’s stroking his thumb over my chin, pecking my lips before grinning broadly, “Next time, we’ll see how it feels when I use my tongue.”
Holy shit.
FIFTEEN
As I stand outsidethe Rusty Ripper, I fiddle with Saylor’s necklace, which I started wearing this morning.
Wearing it just feels right now.
He’s mine.
The grin that spread over his face when I put it on alone was worth it. I place it back under my sweater, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Saylor stands beside me, his demeanor now a mix of concern and disapproval.
“You sure you want to do this?” Saylor murmurs, his voice tinged with worry. “You don’t have to go through with it.”
I shake my head, my resolve firm. “I have to, Saylor. I need to send a message. They’d find out if I didn’t go, and maybe this will make them take a step back.”
Saylor sighs to himself, “You so don’t understand guys.” I shoot him a glare, but he ignores it and demands, “Promise me you’re not going to drink any alcohol.”
That’s no problem since I wasn’t planning on drinking anything, and if it eases his concerns a bit, it’s a win-win. “Promise.”
I step inside and see Adam already sitting at the bar. He stands when he sees me, a little too eagerly.
Stepping up in front of him, I force a smile. “Hey.”
“Hey, it’s so good you made it,” he says with a grin, reaching out to pull me into an unwelcome hug. I shiver, but not in a good way. “You look gorgeous, as always.”
His aftershave hits me like a wall, overpowering and unpleasant.
Breaking out of the hug, I sit on a barstool. “I’m sorry it took longer than expected. The restaurant was busy.”
Adam brushes off my tardiness. “Not a problem at all, gorgeous.”
Adam signals the bartender. “Two beers,” he orders, even though he still has a half-drunk one in front of him.
“Slo,” Saylor chides from behind me before I even had time to object.
