Her eyes fly to my face. “Whatever?”
I shrug again to hide the urge to squirm under her incredulous gaze. I take the diamond choker off the dark velvet and place it around her neck. My fingertips brush her smooth skin, and heat uncurls in my gut. She smells amazing this close, all warm and sweet. A soft, rosy color spreads over her neck and chest. I follow the diffusion with the back of my index finger. A quick inhale, and the delicate veins in her throat work.
I start to lower my head to place a kiss on her neck, but she turns around to stare up at me, running her fingertips over the facets of the impeccably cut gems. The cool stones glitter as brilliantly as stars. The setting holding the large center rock in place has my initial on it, like a collar staking my claim.
A sudden possessive urge overwhelms me as I look into her soft green-gold eyes. The pulse on her throat throbs visibly, and she swallows.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I drop my eyes to her pillowy pink lips. “Thank me with a kiss,” I murmur.
Her eyes linger on my mouth briefly before they rise to meet my gaze. Her eyebrows pull together as she hesitates. My heart pounds with anticipation.She’s going to kiss me.
She lowers her hand from the stones to the dress and starts to unbutton. The outfit slides down her body and pools around herfeet. Reaching back, she unhooks her bra and lets it fall as well. At the sight of her beautiful, soft body, fire burns in my belly, even as bitter disappointment drips into my veins like acid.
She unbuckles my pants, bringing them down my legs along with my underwear. Her hand wraps around my thick shaft, which pulses visibly inside the tight hold.
“I don’t have to thank you with a kiss,” she says, pumping my dick in her fist.
“I want your mouth on me.”Kiss me, damn you.
Something dark and unreadable flicks across her stubborn face. “Well then.” She drops to her knees, then looks up at me, her eyes challenging. My choker glitters around her throat.
The sight is erotic as hell. Every drop of blood in my veins heats and flows to my cock. It aches so much that I let out a low hiss. At the same time, part of me is vaguely dissatisfied.
Her hot breath caresses the tip, the feathery sensation sizzling along my nerves. She strokes me up and down in smooth motions, brushing her thumb across the top of my cockhead, smearing the precum.
Sorceress. She’s trying to bewitch me, and I couldn’t stop her even if the world was burning. Her tongue flicks out and licks the clear fluid from my slit. White-hot pleasure streaks along my spine. Her mouth curves into a wicked grin, but I want her lips to smile like that while they’re on mine.
She pulls the tip into her mouth.Fuck. My eyes roll back at how wet and hot her mouth feels around my dick. She hollows her cheeks to create a delicious suction that leaves me panting with the need for more and starts to bob her head.
Somewhere in the back of my mind is a voice that screams she’s manipulating me to deny me what I want. My heart pumps with raw desire and frustration. Her eyes are on me, eager and gauging my reaction. She changes pressure and tempo to maximize my pleasure. If I hadn’t asked her for a kiss—hadn’t craved it—I’d be enjoying myself. But I can’t.
It’s impossible to decide if what I want from her right now is just another satisfying orgasm or a kiss on the mouth—an indirectadmission that she likes me, even if it’s just a little. I can’t explain why I’m so obsessed with her kissing me, why I’m so angry and disappointed that she won’t do it when she’s already sucking me off so beautifully.
I pull out, gently cradle her cheeks and tilt her face up. “Kiss me, Fiona.”
Indecision flashes in her green gaze, but then she shakes her head.
“Kiss me,” I order her, my voice firmer.
“No.” She grips my hips and pulls me back into her mouth.
I tighten my jaw, reveling at how good she feels and hating her for making me beg.Fine. I’ll give her what she she’s asking for.
I loop her long hair around my fist, holding her head still. She raises a questioning eyebrow. Instead of answering, I move my pelvis, thrusting in and out, showing her that her mouth has no use except for mouth fucking for my pleasure only, just like she insisted. She doesn’t resist, even though I’m so deep that the head of my cock is bumping against the back of her throat. She merely looks up at me, eyes watery but still stubborn, as her breathing grows rougher.
Air saws in and out of my lungs. An orgasm is fast approaching, crawling along my spine. I tense. A small voice in the back of my head says I should stop, but the part that feels rejected and unwanted doesn’t want to. Maybe I want to punish her, or maybe I want to punish myself—even when I get to come inside her mouth, my heart feels hollow.
When the climax comes, I let it go and spill into her throat. She manages to swallow most of it, but toward the end, she chokes a little.
“Swallow it all,” I command.
She tries, but some drips from the corner of her mouth and falls on the choker. I hook my index finger between the diamonds and her neck and pull her up. She rises steadily to her feet. I rub the pad of my thumb at the edge of her mouth, spreading the cum. Seeing my mark on her soothes my nerves, but only a little.
“Kiss me.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
