‘Waiting sucks.’ I wonder immediately how she’llsuck.‘Let’s call a truce. The next thirty minutes, no speaking. No calling names. Just a little old-fashioned f-fornication.’
‘Forgive me for saying I don’t trust you.’
I smile down at her as I tuck my elbow between the back and the seat of the sofa, freeing both hands to feed them under her top and push it up her body to release her breasts from their lacy cups. Then I promptly forget the rest of my thoughts at the breathtaking sight before me. Round and full and creamy, her nipples are a dusky kind of pink. As I slide my thumbs across their tight pebbling, her breath hitches, bringing my attention to her face again. Her red-brown hair splayed across the sofa, her cheeks are flushed, and her gaze as dark as coal. She looks otherworldly, like a nymph escaped from an enchanted forest.
I shake my head, coming back to myself before swapping my thumbs for my tongue, relishing the noises she makes as I lick and lave. While using the threat of my teeth and the rasp of the bristles from my chin, I grind against her so hard she moans. Yielding, she grabs my arse and begins rocking into me as, to my profound surprise and delight, she begins to get herself off.
This, she, is the hottest thing I have ever seen as she shamelessly works herself. Pressing her pussy against me, she undulates and writhes, releasing tremulous breath after breath. I’m nowhere near finishing, yet I haven’t been this turned on in a long time.
‘You’re so fucking delicious,’ I rasp.
‘Bad man,’ she whimpers, ‘you said a swear.’
‘You have no idea just how bad I can be. But you’re going to find out.’
‘What a shame you’ll only get one shot.’
My responding laughter is a touch cruel. ‘You keep telling yourself that. Because once I’ve had you, you’ll be crying out for my touch.’
‘Promises, promises . . .’ Her retort dies on her lips as I bite her neck, driving my hard cock against her as she begins to fall apart.
‘Next time you come,’ I rasp, feeding my hand under her head to expose the column of her neck, ‘we’ll be married. And then the fun will really begin.’
Chapter 17
OLIVIA
You’re so fucking delicious.
On Monday morning, his words are still echoing in my ear. Reaching for my coffee, I notice the tremble in my hand. Who knew Beckett saved his cursing for the bedroom, or that he’d be such an effective dirty talker?
But I can’t believe I got myself into that position. And I can’t believe how good his body felt over mine. The weight of him, the fire in his eyes.
Next time you come, we’ll be married. And then the fun will really begin.
His base words were a dare and a promise, the husky timbre of his tone a guarantee, and my whimpers weren’t by choice as he rocked himself into me.Hard.
No demand? No comment?he’d taunted.
None,I replied, my voice thin. I decided it was probably wise not to voice the comments running through my head.
Yes. Please. Give it to me.
I can feel the shape and weight of your cock, and I agree.
I will be destroyed. And I will die with a smile on my face.
Because it’s been far too long.
His hand slipped under my top, but it was so tightly fitted, it didn’t stay there. Instead, he pressed his mouth over the fabric, causing me to cry out at the press of his teeth against my nipple through both shirt and bra. My hips bucked up into him of their own accord as my whole body cried out to be filled.
So fucking sensitive. Do you think you could come like this? Just like this?
The truth at that moment? Yes. But I wasn’t telling him. He wanted to tease me. Make me tell him my secrets and beg for his dick. But as I rocked against him, I knew I could come like this—I was so close.
He kissed me hard, feeding me his tongue as he would his cock. His hand under my back, he lifted me, grasping my hair at the base of my skull to expose my neck to his teeth. I have never been with someone who made me feel like he did. Made me crave the marks of his passion without fear of wearing them afterwards.
Come to New York tomorrow, Olivia.His deep command curled around my ear as he tightened his grip, the base of my skull pounding in time with the beat between my legs.And I’ll let you come, right here, right now. Say you will.
