Page 134 of Playing With Fire


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“God, yes,” I tease him. “Say my name again, Wilder.”

Plunging my fingers into my core, I drag the wetness up to my clit and begin rubbing with two fingers, firm circles, the way he likes to do to me with his tongue.

“Alexis,” he growls, and I feel his timbre scrape across my flesh.

“Yes,” I moan, head back, breast filling my hand as I play solo. “Like that,” I whisper, whether for him or me, I’m not sure and I don’t care.

“God dammit,” he breathes out.

I hear the accelerator kick into overdrive and my body lurches as his lead foot speeds us down the curved road.

“I don’t think you’re going to make it in time,” I whimper, already feeling the tremors closing in on me.

The release I need, with how wound up I’ve been, the feel of getting the upper hand over this man for once in my goddamn life, fuck, it’s so close after just a couple of touches.

“Don’t you dare come before I’m inside you,” he orders, one hand coming back to hold mine in place where I’m still trying to get what I need.

Turning my head to make direct eye contact with him, I start to rotate my hips over both of our hands, getting even louder, making sure he can hear the noises as I slip over my own skin.

Using his strength, he wrenches my hand from between my legs and holds it to my chest. I slip my other hand down instead and pick up right where I left off, only getting hotter, seeing him frustrated for once since I’ve known him.

His eyes flash with something like anger as he takes in what I’m doing, the endless mountain road before us, and then he slams on the brakes.

“What?” I can’t get the question out, I’m breathless from the way the seat belt digs into me, holding me in place as he brings us to a screeching halt in the middle of the road.

“I’m not fucking playing, Lexi.”

He uses his second hand to shackle my other wrist, and brings one to his mouth, tasting the mess on my fingers, before biting down on my fingers.

“This is forme,” he says, eyes looking deep into mine as he takes one entire finger of mine into his mouth and sucks it clean. “You need something, you get it fromme.”

Putting on the hazard lights, he unbuckles his seatbelt and throws open the driver side door, slamming it behind him before rounding the car to my side and yanking it open. Reaching over my body to unbuckle me, he ignores my protests, removing therestraint and pulling me out of the vehicle, straight over his shoulder, ass in the air.

My breast is still out and my bra digs in painfully in this position, but he doesn’t care.

Hanging upside down, he carries me to the back of the SUV, waiting impatiently for the trunk to lift up before tossing me inside of it.

Climbing in after me, he closes the door with the press of a button and prowls closer, the vehicle barely tall enough for us both, even when I’m leaned back and he’s hovering over me.

“I fucking told you,” he growls in my face, tongue coming out to lick the side of my neck possessively, near ferocious. “Mine,” he repeats.

He slides down my body, diving between my legs and pushing his tongue into the opening of my zipper, licking anything he can reach.

It’s animalistic, and urgent, and absolutely filthy.

Like he’s claiming me. It’s not just my pussy he’s after. It’s all of me.

His hands yank on the sides of my jeans, pulling them off of me, even beneath his own body weight, until I’m revealed to him, and then he slaps the top of my pussy.

I yelp in shock, completely unprepared, but it doesn’t phase him.

My underwear comes off next, and then his face is pressed to my core, inhaling my scent as I moan. His tongue comes back out, parting me, licking up everything that’s waiting for him there, and I do my best to watch, frozen in place by the feel of him, by the weight of him holding me down.

“God, yes,” I urge him on as his tongue finds my clit and he flicks it with the tip. “I need this,” I beg.

One hand slides up over the curve of my stomach, and he grips my breast that’s still exposed, taking all of it in his largepalm, fingers digging into my skin until it turns white around him.

“Yes,” I moan, rocking against his face, thrusting my chest up into his hand, needing him to be rougher with me.