“What you’re saying is that you’d rather have me fuck you than take you out on a date?” He lowered his head until his nose hovered inches above mine. His wet hair, normally kissing his shoulder, hung loosely around his face and tickled my skin.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” One dark brow quirked up.
I ran my tongue over my lips, and he followed the trail with his but not kissing me as I expected. “For a man who is so sexually adept as you’ve arrogantly pointed out, I’m surprised you haven’t fucked me yet. Why is that?” I asked, my tone flippant. “I’m beginning to wonder if perhaps you’re all talk and no fuck, a man who can’t actually stand up when a perfectly good pussy is around to play.”
“Ouch.” He rubbed a hand over his cock, “Felt that one in my balls, sweetheart.” He smiled, not in the least bit phased by my insult. “Yet your pussy drips so easily at my touch, doesn’t it?” He cocked a brow. “I must be doing something right.”
“Says you,” I huffed and his low chuckle teased goosebumps over my skin.
“Attend the charity ball with me and I’ll give you what you want.”
I hesitated and he smiled. Gripping the sheet between his teeth, he moved backward, uncovering my body as he did so. When my feet appeared, he released his hold on the sheet. “Spread your legs, Ash.” How did he manage to sound both demanding and pleading at once?
Anticipation tightened my stomach muscles and his darkened gaze lingered on my hard nipples before dropping to my pussy as I obeyed. Without a word, his lips dropped over mine. His tongue probed my mouth, fucking it with slow tantalizing licks. And just when I surrendered to the kiss, he moved, nipping his way down my body. Alternating between soft and rough caresses, his hands followed—touching, pinching and blazing a heated path on their way to my pussy.
“Trent,” I gasped when he bit down hard on my inner thigh.
He looked at me. “Want me to stop?”
Breathless, I shook my head before he sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh on my other thigh surprised by just how much pleasure the pain inflicted. I arched my back on a low whimper, waiting for him to give me what I wanted and he did. A few seconds later he slid his hands under my ass. His grip digging into the tender flesh, he latched onto my clit, using his tongue and teeth to bite, suck and lick me until my head spun. My hips jerked in time to the cadence of his mouth and my orgasm skated down my spine. He flattened his palm over my belly, holding me down and sucked harder. Moaning, I rocked my pussy against his face, unashamedly wanton. When he slid two fingers inside me and scraped his teeth over my clit, my toes curled.
“Oh, God, yes.” I gripped his shoulders. “So close,” I panted. And just when I felt the burn of my orgasm, he yanked the rug out from under me. Pulling away, he sat back on his knees. “What are you doing?” I blinked. My body a trembling mess, anxious and on the pinnacle of an orgasm. His lips glistened with my juices and then parted with a sinful smile. “Don’t you dare stop now,” I growled.
“Or what?” He moved over me, bracketing my body with his knees and hands on either side of me.
Flustered, I squirmed but he didn’t budge. “This won’t happen again,” I warned.
Even though I resisted his charms, his soft laugh spiked the hairs at the back of my nape. “Want to take a bet on that?”
“Yes,” I mumbled. He leaned closer, brushing his lips over mine and when I turned my face away, he cupped my jaw and brought my lips back to his. His tongue seared the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I shook my head, jerking out of his grasp. “Apologize, if you want to kiss me again,” I ordered.
“For what? Not making you come?” He flashed me his signature cocky smile. “I never apologize for making a woman feel so good she begs for more.”
“Wow.” I gaped at him. “They must’ve had your ego in mind when they built the wall of China.”
“Sweetheart.” He nipped my lip and I yelped. “Scoff all you want but when I bury my cock deep inside your sweet pussy tonight, you’ll forget where you end and I begin. Youwillbeg me for more.”
“I don’t beg and the only fucking that’s happening tonight is in your dreams.” I wriggled to get free of his hold and he tightened his knees against my legs. “Your problem is, you’re way too used to getting everything you want.
“Of course, I am, and I always do.” His breath whispered across my lips stealing the limelight to his arrogance. “Regardless, youwillattend that charity ball with me but the only two pleas of empathy you’ll hear, will be your own—begging to be fucked and pleading to come.”
“We’ll see.” Mustering all the strength I possessed, I shoved at his chest.
This time he rolled off the bed and stood. Grinning, he looked at me. “Join me for breakfast?”
“Really? Barely a second ago you were dictating, now you’re asking?”
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Snubbing my scowl, he walked over to the kitchen.
Determined to ignore him, I slid off on the other side of the bed and with my back to him, I pretended interest in my phone.
Then he opened the oven door.
A delicious aroma, straddling the lines between a freshly baked cake and a grilled cheese, assailed my senses. Suddenly hungry, my stomach rumbled, and I glanced at him over my shoulder. He was setting a pan on the table.
Catching my gaze, he winked, licked his finger, and then dipped it in something. His expression the epitome of a naughty boy, he held out his finger. “Want to taste?”
