Rhea please. The games are going to kill me.I shift uncomfortably against the bed, my fingers digging into her thigh tighter this time.
“The girls? Now? We’re a little busy.” I growl, my jaw clenching.
“Nolater,” she laughs. “Cosy and Kaia said you’d be like this, and I didn’t believe them,” she keeps talking.Why are you still fucking talking?I lift higher and hover over her, willing to give her the conversation if that’s what she needed, despite the way I throb for contact.
“Be like what?” I ask her.
“Um.” Rhea chews her lip, and I reach out to stop her, pulling her bottom lip between my thumb and finger.
“Stop it,” I warn. “Tell me what you expected.”
“You’re the Terminator… I expected you to be…” she starts and stops.
“Dominant?” I whisper and feel her body tense.
“Yeah.” She watches for a reaction, but she isn’t going to get one.
“And what did those little shits say?” I ask her, kissing her as a follow-up to keep her from panicking about the entire thing. Rhea lets go of a tiny laugh, her eyes flickering to the side and back again.
“Kaia said you were a dom in the streets, but a sub in sheets.” She covers her face with both hands like she’s embarrassed for even repeating it.I’m annoyed, sexually frustrated and going to throttle Kaia the next time I see her for putting this nonsense in Rhea’s head.
“Okay.” I clear my throat and grab her chin. “I’m going to say this once, and then all mentions of Kaia stay out of my bedroom. Understand?”
“Are you jealous of Kaia?” She laughs, and I scowl, grumbling a little before biting down on her bottom lip. “Rightfully so.” She shrugs.
“Are you listening?” She nods in my grip, and I smile.Good.“For once in her God-forsaken life, Kaia is right.”
She’s right.
“Okay, but… I’m not very good at being bossy,” I admit, panic building that I won’t be what he needs.
“Just ask for what you want,” he says. “I’ll give it to you.” There’s something about the way he stares at me that warms a strange place in my chest—something I didn’t know existed. “Anything,” he says when I don’t answer.
“Okay,” I say, trying to find the courage to be demanding.Anything for you.
“Can I continue what I was doing now?” Brighton’s eyes are heavy, lust-filled, and searching mine for answers.
“Yeah,” I choke out, still trying to process all the information.
“Thank you,” he says, dipping back between my legs, and without warning, his tongue darts out over me.
“Fuck,” I groan, trying to maintain composure, but he’s unreasonably good at this. His teeth nip at my clit, causing the pressure to build faster than anticipated. I feel him smirk against me, pleased with the reaction. His tongue circles me before he sucks it into his mouth, applying just the right amount of pressure. One hand slides down to rub torturous circles at my entrance while the other holds my hip firmly against the bed.
“Keep going,” I breathe, and his body shudders.
Brighton does as he’s told, his tongue working faster as he slides one finger inside of me. I clamp around him, and his shoulders roll forward ashe relieves some of the friction with the mattress, “Does that feel good?” he murmurs between licks.
“You’re way too good at—” My words die on my lips as he slips another inside.
Brighton smirks up at me as I squeeze around his long fingers. He curls them slightly, hitting a spot inside of me that causes my back to arch off the bed. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he loves every second of it.
He adds a another, stretching me gently as he continues to suck and lick at my clit. Everything feels overwhelming and sensitive as he works. His hand moves up to play with one of my breasts, pinching at the nipple with his fingers.
“I want you to come,” he says softly.
“That’ll make a mess,” I tease, already shaking.
“I’ll clean it up.” His eyes flicker up to mine as he bites down on my clit again. His fingers curl inside of me over and over as he hits that spot that makes my vision blur around the edges. “Please,” he adds in desperation.
