“Fuck my stalker. I won’t be alone. I’ll be with everyone. I’ll be withyou,”I pout, batting my eyes.
“Yep, definitely a menace,” he whispers, leaning down to steal a firm, molten kiss.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Liv
“Thea told you to look sexy, but this is fine work even for you.” He whistles as he leans against the door frame of my bathroom.
I only smile in response as I put in my earrings. I’m wearing a matching bra and panty lingerie set, and I know that he knows this is not something I’d wear outside.
My nipples are almost entirely visible through the sheer lace cups of my bra, and my ass is completely bare.
“How late can we be before your friends worry?”
I watch in fascination in the mirror as he slinks towards me to kiss my shoulder.
“They’re your friends, too.”
He smirks against my skin but doesn’t say anything about that as his lips trail up my neck. I’ve been asleep most of the day after my action-filled past few days. This is the first time that he’s made a move on me since my trial ended.
He prioritizes my well-being even when I want him to use me like his own personal whore.
It’s excruciating.
“Please, touch me,” I breathe when he nibbles the soft fleshbetween my neck and shoulder.
“Mmm, my pleasure.” His hands find my waist, but very quickly descend to my lace thong as his fingers play with the string around my hips.
He snaps the band, and it bites my skin, but the sound makes me jump more than anything. When my eyes find his in the mirror again, he’s watching me with intense interest as his hands move towards my bra.
His large palms capture my breasts, squeezing my flesh without remorse, eliciting a moan from me as he manhandles me. He rips my lace cups down, and my breasts bounce as they’re freed.
“Mmm, perfect,” he mumbles, squeezing them again without the barrier. When his thumbs flick my piercings, my back arches, and I feel his hardness against my ass.
I try to reach back to run my hand over it, but he gently shoves my hand away and not so gently slaps my bare ass cheek. “Not yet. I’m not done playing with you.”
I groan in frustration, but he silences me quickly as he unhooks my bra and slides my straps down torturously slow until it falls to my feet.
“I want your tits out whenever you’re at home with me. You walk through that door, chuck that stiff blazer off, and I want these tits in my hands. In my mouth.” He spins me around suddenly, forcing my feet off the floor as he sets me on the counter in front of him.
“Tits out,” he insists, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as he tugs it to the point of pain, flicking my piercing with his tongue just before it becomes too much. He soothes me with a kiss before he does the same to the other side, making me squirm on the cool counter.
I’m on fire already, and he hasn’t even touched me down there. I need relief, I need… “Fuck me, Hayes. Don’t make me wait. I need your cock inside of me, now.”
He pulls his t-shirt off, throwing it to the ground, and my mouth waters. His toned muscles flex as he tugs at his belt and pants, dropping them next to his shirt.
“Next time, when we have more time, I’m going to edge you until you cry and fuck you until you lose your voice.”
“Oh my God,” I utter in excitement. Hopefully, he means tomorrow because we officially have no other plans.
“Show me your pussy,” he demands, starting to pull his boxers off.
I finger the lace between my thighs and tip it to the side, exposing myself to him. He grunts his approval as he strokes his cock. “Slide your finger in.”
I push my finger through my folds, dipping into my tight hole as his eyes darken. When I start to finger fuck myself, his hand matches pace, jerking off as he steps closer. “Let me in.”
