I don’t answer her taunt—I can’t. The words I have in my mouth aren’t fit for her.
My hands slide up her mostly bare back, curling around her shoulders, holding her against me. There.There.
She hums, pressing her nose into my shoulder, when she shakes her head as though it’s distasteful. “This isn’t your shirt. It doesn’t smell like you.”
“Take it off.” I bite back a groan as she sits back.
“Sorry.” Her husky whisper of an apology means nothing as she rocks her heat over me again.
“Liar.”
“I know.” Her eyes shine liquid as her hands move to the buttons. Her fingers are nimble, the buttons quickly loosened. Lavender slides the cotton from my shoulders, her fingers curling, holding as she undulates over me.
“Fuck, yes.”
“You like that?”
“Yeah. Torture me, princess. I can take it.”
The heat of her body, her scent. Her breath on my face. The moment is sublime. Heavenly as she begins to kiss her across my chest. A kiss here, a suck there. A graze of teeth that gives way to a sucking bite that will surely mark.
God, I hope so.
With a groan, I tip back my head as my pelvis tilts instinctively. She makes a noise, pleasure-filled yet inquisitive, pressing it into my neck.
She slides from my lap, coming to her knees between my spread legs.
“That wasn’t a hint.” It was mostly reflex.
“Wasn’t it?”
“Princess…” I say, all conflicted groan. I want, but I shouldn’t as her teeth press over my abs. I almost levitate, groaning as I twist under her.
“Hush. I want this.” Her lashes are a dark sweep as she keeps her gaze from me. “Just this.”
“I don’t think you should…”
“You aren’t a very accomplished liar.” Her eyes flash bright as the stars. “You know you want this. Want my mouth on you.” She reaches for my belt.
“Wait.” My head and my cock are at war. “It’s late.”
“Pass me a cushion.”
“Not when you’ve been drinking.”
“Are you playing hard to get, or do you expect me to believe you don’t want me to suck your cock?”
I blink as I try to process all of that… attitude.
Maybe this is why some men get off to women holding a cane.
“I want it.” Fuck yes, I do. “But I don’t want it thrown in my face tomorrow.”
She sits back on her heels, her expression mildly pensive.
I’m expecting a lecture, somedon’t tell me what I wantfeminist bullshit. But I must’ve forgotten that Lavender is a one-off.
“That’s a phrase I’ve never put into a porn search engine. ‘Man throws cock in his own face.’ It conjures up some interesting images, though.”
