Fin huffs out some semblance of a laugh, her rueful words barely a breath. ‘If only you knew.’
My mind snags on her tone, though I don’t realise I’m sucking on her neck until my teeth tighten and she moans. It’s fucked up, but her answer boils my insides—takes me back to the kitchen, scrolling through my phone.
‘Don’t.’ I push up onto my knees, sliding her thighs wide, my fingers gripping them hard enough to mark. ‘Just fuckingdon’t. If I pay you a compliment I want only your thank you. Spoken or demonstrated—either works.’
Angry, hard and confused, I tighten my fingers, staring down at the ribbon of pink and swollen flesh. The sight is so fucking tempting that I reach out and lay the heel of my palm there, lightly rotating my wrist. My eyes track their way up her body, expecting to see some sign of shock or anger.
What I don’t expect to be greeted by are eyes so dark they appear black.
What I don’t anticipate is her body rocking up into my hand.
What I don’t imagine are her breathless, teasing sounds.
‘That’s better.’ I slide my palm downwards, trailing two fingers down her slick lips. ‘That’s what I want,’ I add gruffly, sliding them inside and hooking them forward once I’m knuckle deep.
Her reaction is electric; like she’s been struck by a live line. Her whimpers turn to moans, her sounds a little more desperate. She looks gorgeous as she brings her hands up to the pillow either side of her head; so different from the angry Fin of yesterday, or the hesitant Fin from before.
And the placement of her hands? Any man worth his pussy knows what that means.
She wants to be restrained, though can’t bring herself to say.
Without moving my fingers, I lean over her and tell her to put her hands over her head, my next words a harsh rasp.
‘You like that, don’t you, titch?’
As I grasp her wrists in my free hand, I don’t need to hear her affirmative whimper, her body clutching my fingers tightly as I trail my tongue down her neck.Licking. Sucking. Marking.‘Ever been restrained before?’
‘A little,’ she whispers hesitantly.
Something twists in the pit of my fucking gut, her body stilling under my arctic tone. ‘With him?’
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I rest my forehead against her shoulder as I breathe deeply, trying to get a grip, to make sense of my reaction. Of how this makes me feel. Of why the hell I asked. Around about the same time I realise my fingers, though still inside her, have also stilled.
‘J—just once. It was just one time.’ Her words, though meant to pacify, create other questions.
‘Once?’
‘We—he wasn’t interested in anything like that.’
What a fucking loser.To the victor go the spoils, pal.
‘What else didn’t he do?’ I try to bite back my sneer, ghosting my mouth over her lips and chin, keeping it just out of her reach. And, rather than returning to fingering, rest my thumb on her clit. ‘Didn’t spank you?’ I taunt, circling it. ‘Didn’t tie you up. What kind of pussy was he?’
That was a rhetorical question, by the way.
‘Rory.’
My name sounds more like a sigh, something I long to catch between my lips.Something I long to bite. I press my thumb a little firmer, her tits rubbing my chest, her nipples hard, lickable points. There are so many places I could take this, but the feel of her squirming against me means I’m not really paying attention to what’s coming out of my mouth.I don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I am right now.
‘Come on, titch. What else didn’t he do? You can tell me.’
‘H—he never licked me like you. Licked me with a tongue piercing.’
Likea tongue piercing? I used to have a piercing; a bar through my tongue. Not that Fin would know; it was purely a teenage thing. Distracted. Fucking horny. Not listening. Brain on delay. Those things and more blur my focus. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll be manic enough to chew through the fucking bedpost.
‘And you like that, do you.’ My eyes track up her body to the desire glazing her eyes. ‘You’d like me to lick you from arse to clit.’
