With quick movements, she tugs down my waistband and fists my cock firmly in her warm hand. My mind goes utterly blank. Ifeel myself swell in her grip.
“Fuck.” My forehead falls to the cool metal door, my fingers pausing inside her because I can’t think straight.
“You okay?” she teases, rolling her thumb over the bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. I’m dizzy. You feel so fucking good.”
Her laughter is a gust of air against my throat. “I need you to move again, though,” she says squirming against my hand, searching for friction.
I bring my lips to hers and murmur against them, “This was supposed to be your punishment.”
“Then do it,” she orders, tightening her fist around me. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Theo.”
The way she taunts me is my awakening. Ithrust my fingers and curl them the way she likes, and I’m rewarded when she tips her head back. Eyes to the ceiling, she moans in that husky, sweet voice.
Gripping her wrist gently with my free hand, I pull her away from my cock and lift her palm between us. “Spit on it, sweetheart,” I tell her.
Lust dances through her eyes as she watches me and dips her chin, spitting into the center of her palm.
A thrum of pleasure pounds through me. “That’s my girl.” My gritty voice is unrecognizable to my own ears.
Fable’s lashes flutter against her cheeks, and she lowers her hand, sliding her palm against me. She grips me so confidently, firm and sure of herself, like she knows exactly how I need it.
The truth is, she could do anything, and it would ruin me completely because it’sher.
My breath goes ragged as she slides and twists, slides and twists. “Look what you do to me, Fable,” I whisper, both of us watching her hand move up and down my length. “You make such a mess of me.”
Her laugh curls into a moan. “I’d say we’re both pretty messy right now,” she points out, trying to blow her hair out of her face.
We’re muddy and mist-soaked, making this moment feel primal. Desperate. Consuming.
Her core flutters around my fingers, and I let myself grind harder into her grip. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. Yes. It feels”—she moans—“so good.”
Face to her throat, I breathe her in, getting a faint hint of sweat and soap and dirt, and I’ve never smelled anything more perfect. My grin curves against her pulse. “Should I stop? Punish you for teasing me?” I move my thumb away and she makes a hiccuping sound.
“No. Please.” Her whole body trembles. “You can punish me after. Ineed it.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” she slurs.
I pull back to watch her, moving my thumb firmly over her clit and curling my fingers inside her. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and hazy, her lips parted in pleasure, and then she’s calling out my name, clenching around my fingers, tightening her fist around me, clawing at my shirt. She shudders against the door, and I kiss her fiercely, needing tofeelevery bit of pleasure that leaves her body.
As she catches her breath, a ghost of a smile tugs her mouth. Her gaze lifts to mine as I pull my fingers out and suck them into my mouth. Ilick them clean, savoring her taste. Her grip tightens around my cock, pumping me again, but I drag her away.
She watches me strip out of my damp shirt and place it on the ground between us. Hazel eyes rove over my body, and I let her look her fill. Then I grab her chin and tip her head back to murmur, “On your knees, sweetheart.”
There’s unbridled heat in her expression as she follows my orders and drops to the ground. She blinks up innocently, tugging my shorts down farther, and I’m already unraveling.
I scour her features, devouring every fucking detail of her. “You look so pretty,” I rasp, pushing a few strands of hair away from her face. “All dreamy eyes and flushed cheeks from comingon my fingers.” Those soft pink lips are only centimeters away from where I want them, practically taunting me. I smooth a hand over her cheek, fisting myself with the other. “You want to taste me, Fable?”
Her only response to my question is to open her mouth and stick her tongue out flat, waiting for me to snap.
“That’s perfect. Just like that. Iwant to see some tears in those fiery eyes. Got it?” My nerves skitter as she slides her tongue over me, teasing me.
“Tell me what you like,” she whispers, and my knees buckle. She stares up my body and takes the tip into her warm mouth. A low hum of pleasure vibrates around me, and I’m not sure if it’s from me or her or both.
