Someone is knockingon my door, and I ignore it with a groan. The same thing happened last time I got my vibrator out to play.
“Miss Knight,” I hear those now-familiar words call out in a loud voice, followed by more insistent knocking. Pounding my fists on the mattress, I make a frustrated sound before I rise from the bed. My jeans are crumpled on the floor, so I grab my sleep shorts and slide them on. Leaving my toy abandoned on the bed, I walk out of the bedroom to hearhimcalling out to me again. Pulling open the door, I find Soren standing there, looking way too good. My chest starts fluttering from the way his eyes are on me right now. His hair is still damp, a sexy mess with pieces falling haphazardly over one eye, and the streetlights illuminate the feral gleam in his eyes.
“Care to invite me in?” he asks.
“No.”
“I can assist,” he offers, and his gaze slides over my breasts and to my stomach.
“Youcannotassist. Now, is that all?” I snap back, annoyed.
He lifts his hand to cup my cheek, and I don’t push him away. The touch of a man is something I have missed for a while. And Soren is all man—rough, calloused hands and a toned, strong body. I’m sure he could pin me against the wall and make me scream in pleasure.
Ireallywant to be pinned against the wall.
“Miss Knight.” His thumb caresses my cheekbone.
He smells manly—like the soap from his shower with a hint of male musk overtones. The combination is delicious.
“Y-Yes?” I manage to say.
He takes a step closer to me, our bodies touching yet again. This is the part where I should tell him toback the fuck up, that I don’t sleep with men who are, allegedly, mixed up with some mysterious, possibly murderous secret society. So, why do I just stand here and stare at him, helplessly, unable to do anything?
It doesn’t help that my pussy is currently angry and desperate because I started something that I never got to finish. I’m totally going to use that as the reason I don’t stop Soren when he moves us deeper into the entryway and then kicks the door closed. It will be my excuse when I lay my hands on his chest and smooth my palms over his pecs.
This man is dangerously good-looking. And I’m aware of the fact that he uses it to his advantage. So, I’m going to take this for what it is, a man who only wants one thing from me, and that’s what’s between my legs. But I’m going to turn the situation around and say that it’s me who’s going to use him, because it’s unfair of him to use me.
But if I am honest with myself, I think we’re about to use each other.
“You smell incredible,” he murmurs into my hair.
“Hmm…” I hum.
One of his hands drops to my hip, and he grips it hard. His fingers are digging in as he holds me still.
“Tell me I can taste you, Miss Knight.”
There is no hesitation in my reply. “You can taste me.”
His eyes flash with lust as he cups my ass and lifts me against him, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carries me into the living room and then places me on the couch. I watch as he steps back, cracks his neck from side to side, and then begins to undress.
First, he toes off his shoes. Then he slowly lifts his shirt over his head, uncovering all those ripped abs. And finally, he undoes his trousers and lets them fall to the floor, giving me a perfect view of his rock-hard cock.
He closes the distance between us once more, then grips the hem of my sleep shorts and pulls them off. I’m helpless to stop him because I’m excited to find out what he can do for me. Soren eyes me before he turns and walks away. I sit there, confused, my mouth gaping open until he comes back with my toy in his hand and then drops to his knees between my open legs. He pushes them open wider, and I take a quick moment to wonder how he knew about the vibrator. Then all thoughts disappear when he leans forward and kisses and sucks my inner thigh, and I know for sure it’s going to leave a mark.
He kisses his way higher until he reaches where I’m desperate and needy for him. His mouth ghosts across my folds, but when he isn’t satisfied with my position, he tugs my ass to the edge of the cushion. Having better access, he can now taste me, and he does so slowly.
I watch as his tongue darts out to touch my opening. He slides it up to my clit where it twirls in a slow, small circle. My hands are clenched at my sides as he repeats the actions—the tip of his tongue nudging my entrance, licking up my folds, circling my clit. Then he circles it again, as if he’s kissing my mouth. It’s so hot, and I’m already melting under his touch.
That’s when I hear him turn on my vibrator. And without even asking or giving me a warning, he inserts it between my legs while his mouth is still making out with my clit. I can’t help but moan as I spread my legs a little farther apart. He slides the vibrator in even deeper, forming the perfect rhythm between it and his mouth. My eyes slam shut, and my hand squeezes the pillow next to me. And just when I’m about to come… everything disappears.
My eyes fly open, trying to work out what happened, only to find him still kneeling between my legs, staring at me. He lifts the vibrator, and I watch in surprise as he licks my juices off it, and my insides squeeze at that action.
“Did you just?”
He gets to his feet, dropping my vibrator to the floor. His cock is hard as stone, and very fucking huge. My mouth waters at the sheer size of him, imagining how he must taste. He leans down to grab a condom from his wallet, then tears it open with his teeth before he slides it on effortlessly.
He eyes me before gripping my waist and flipping me around so I’m facing the back of the couch. He rubs circles on my ass before he slaps it, hard. My ass jiggles a little at the contact, then he slaps it again. It’s sharp enough that it stings, but doesn’t really hurt. I can’t help the moan that leaves from the contact. I didn’t think I’d like being spanked, but I do.
