Clenching my jaw, I swallow the lump in my throat, wishing I could come up with some kind of flippant remark but coming up blank. His eyes slowly lower, down the line of my throat, along my chest and lower, and it feels as if my entire body heats even further just from the intensity of his gaze.
Unable to control myself, a shudder rolls over my body, then a whimpering gasp escapes. His eyes immediately jump back to mine, and his now knowing expression has me torn between telling him to fuck off and begging him to fuck me.
I’m saved from having to respond when the corner of his mouth lifts slightly and he whispers, “It goes both way, you know.”
“What does?”
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his gaze warm with amusement. “The free use clause.”
My eyes widen even as I attempt to school my features into blasé disinterest. I have no idea why it never occurred to me that this was a two-way street, but now that I do know, I have no idea what to do with it.
Because giving in to his challenges is one thing. Explicitly seeking out carnal rules with him is another.
My insides clench at the thought of using him for my own pleasure. Given how slippery I am, it wouldn’t take much for him to slide right in an?—
For the love of fuck, I have to get it together.
He must take my silence as confusion because he leans toward me slightly, those full lips curving up as he drawls, “There’s no harm in admitting you’re hot for me, princess.”
Instantly annoyed, I cock my head at him and respond, “Maybe I’m just hot, and you’ll do because you’re my closest option.”
“You mean the only option per your own stipulation,” he retorts with a glare, and a humorless laugh falls from my lips. I step back a couple steps until I can lean back against the wall, hoping this new position eases the ache between my legs. He follows me, but stops a few feet from me, his expression annoyed yet still guarded.
“Maybe,” I respond, my voice low, my gaze pointed, intent on setting him off. “I’d just as soon go down the strip and pick up a rea?—.”
The few feet between us is suddenly gone, his face directly in front of mine as he grits out, “Finish that fucking sentence,” his chest brushes against my breasts, his thigh sliding between mine as he adds, “I dare you.”
I want to finish the sentence. I want to piss him off.
I open my mouth to do just that, but he doesn’t allow me to get a word out, immediately shoving three fingers between my open lips, pushing my head back until my skull is pressed against the wall. My hands come up and grip his wrist, but it’s more for balance than defense, and my eyes water as he presses his fingertips into my tongue.
Leaning back farther against the wall, my legs spread as his fingers stroke up my inner thigh, and I’m relieved my noises of encouragement are muffled by his fingers in my mouth.
He stops his trek upward just before his fingers brush against my clit, my moan of frustration punctuated by the forward movement of my pelvis. He leans in, his nose tickling my cheek,his breath warm against my heated skin. “Is this what you want, princess?”
My eyes close, and I nod, sucking his fingers into my mouth, hoping he’ll get the hint and shove his fingers where I need them. His finger brushes along my soaked underwear, teasing briefly before nudging the crotch aside. Then he’s sliding along my bare flesh, dripping with his earlier release and my own intense need to be drilled into next week.
Ren moves his hand away and I shake my head, attempting to dislodge his fingers in my mouth so I can beg, plead, demand he give me what I want. He shoves his hand in more firmly, preventing me from moving away, but then his free hand is sliding into my underwear from the top, tickling along my stomach, and over my pubic bone.
Twisting his hand, he cups my pussy, his middle finger sliding along my slick flesh until his fingertip is pressed into my throbbing hole. Clenching around him, I push my hips forward, trying to force his finger deeper, but it doesn’t work, and my whimper comes out pained and desperate.
“Take ‘em off,” Ren whispers, his words as rough as his fingers still pressed between my lips. My eyes tear, overflow; my hands frantically shoving at the cotton fabric hugging my hips. He shifts back just enough for me to push them down, then steps into me fully as I kick free from the offending clothing. “Spread your legs.”
No sooner are my legs spread wide than he’s speared two fingers inside me. I moan loudly around his fingers in my mouth, my pelvis rocking frantically, demanding he stop playing with me and give me what I’ve earned.
He doesn’t bother with gentle; his fingers hard and deep, hammering me relentlessly. At first it’s overwhelming, his fingers pulsing and sliding in my mouth in time with his fingers in my cunt. It’s almost too much, but soon, pleasure ricochetsinside me, and I choke on his fingers and my own cursing moans.
“Is this what you want?” His question is low, his gaze intent on my face. My eyes close, but his hand in my mouth tightens, drawing my attention back to him. Then he pulls downward, forcing my chin to my neck. “Watch what I’m doing to you. Watch how I fuck you.”
He sets a punishing rhythm, his slick fingers disappearing inside me rapidly, the heel of his palm slapping my clit with every inward push.
My knees give out, and I begin to slide down the wall, complete euphoria washing over me. His fingers fall from mouth, he straightens and twists around, his free arm moving around my shoulders, so my back is sliding down his front, but he doesn’t let me reach the floor. Instead, he goes down on one knee, braces my back against the top of his thigh, my feet planted on the floor so I’m almost in a bridge pose. “Oh yeah, princess, I’m not done with you yet. You’re gonna keep coming until I tell you to stop.”
“Fuck, Ren, holy shit,” I gasp, my back bowing as he pushes me toward the edge, but this time my orgasm is deeper, all-consuming. His fingers shove into me again, and my torso is suddenly spattered with the proof of how wet I am.
“You’re a fucking squirter, too,” he grunts, breathless yet obviously amused. “This is gonna be fun.”
Mildly embarrassed I say nothing; what the fuck can I even say with the proof of what he’s saying dripping onto the floor beneath us. He doesn’t wait for a response, just begins to finger fuck me into oblivion all over again. Shockingly, it doesn’t take long before I’m spiraling again, but this time, when I come, I watch the jet of liquid erupt, punctuated by Ren’s deep chuckle of appreciation.
