Something warm and fragile and almost too big to hold.
“That he was,” I whisper, the words slipping out thicker than I intend, and more than a little raw around the edges.
Bash glances up at me, and I give him a small smile as I press a kiss to his forehead.
“You’re making it really hard for me to stay mad, you know,” he grumbles.
I grin and kiss him again. “I don’t want you to be mad.”
“Hard not to be when the asshole next door thinks he knows what it feels like to have thosepretty lipsaround his cock.”
I groan as my gut tightens, a bolt of lust rushing through my core at his words.
“It seemed innocent enough at the time,” I say, twisting my hands. “Payment for driving me to the city. I told you, I didn’t touch him. I just… put the image in his head that I was on my knees in front of him.”
Bash growls low in the back of his throat as he glares at the wall again. The sound is possessive and unmistakably jealous.
“I could show you,” I whisper, my fingers teasing along the nape of his neck.
His eyes snap to mine, pupils swallowing the color in his irises. “Show me what?”
“What he saw.” I slide out of my position beside him and climb onto all fours over his reclined body. “Do you want that?”
“Yes,” he whispers, his breath coming heavier.
“You’ll have to stand up,” I tease as I crawl backward, kissing a path down the front of his torso. My lips skirt over his nipples, flicking my tongue over the peaks underneath his shirt before moving lower. I kiss along his sternum and down his stomach, stopping to nip at the soft flesh under his navel that forms when he sits.
Bash’s mouth drops open, and by the time I reach his cock, it pushes against his pants.
My lips surround his bulge through the rough fabric, and Bash groans as his hips flex. Saliva pools on my tongue before I drag it along his length and darken the material. I lick and suck, teasing him until he’s breathing hard and rocking his hips. My thighs squeeze together with the wet drip of slick down my skin.
“Come on,” I say as I pull back, staring at the way his cock fights his jeans. “On your feet.”
Bash stands as I slide onto my knees, and his eyes are dark as he looks down at me and reaches for his button.
I click my tongue. “No, darling, keep your pants on. I didn’t allow him to get naked.”
His eyes flare hot with that jealous heat, and he tugs on his zipper instead. Every single tooth clicks as he inches it down, and I squirm as I fight the urge to do it myself.
“What’s wrong, princess?” he asks. “Impatient?”
I nod as my gaze drops from his face back to his crotch, where he works his cock from the fly of his pants. A quiet moan leaves me at the drop of pre-cum glistening on the metal stud of his piercing. He catches me by my horn as I try to lean forward, and another electric rush of sensation shoots straight to my cock.
“This is what he saw?” he asks as he holds me with one hand and strokes himself with the other. “You, desperate to taste him?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, shifting my hips so the seam of my pants gives me some friction. Wet warmth spreads across my panties, and my needy hole clenches.
“Did you suck his cock, or did he fuck your mouth?” he demands.
“I was in charge.”
Bash grunts as he releases my horn. “Show me.”
My palms land on his thighs, and I don’t break eye contact as I hinge my jaw and stick out my tongue.
“So pretty,” he murmurs as he fists the fabric of his pants to keep from touching me.
I lean in until the tip of his cock rest on my tongue, and the softness of his skin contrasts with the hard metal of his piercing. More spit pools inside my mouth, a line of drool dripping fromone side of my lips as I use my tongue to map the base of his shaft.
