He willingly came. Groaned when I wrapped them around my breasts.
I meant to tease some more. Quip something smart. But his touch felt so incredibly good, I lost myself in the sensation, even with him just holding me.
He kissed my spine. I arched more into his hold, his fingers dragging over my skin.
Every time Tyler and I did anything together, it felt like a first. It took a long minute to remember that I was trying to achieve something. I restarted my brain and turned, a lock of hair bouncing with the motion, and Tyler’s hold dislodged. “You’re here for a fantasy. Something you can’t get anywhere else.”
His breathing deepened. “Dixie.”
“Shh.”
I leaned in and kissed his throat. Letting my lips linger where his pulse hammered. His head tipped back. I smiled against his skin.
“I haven’t even started yet.”
His control was thinning. I could feel it in the way his thighs tensed beside mine and in the way his breath stuttered when I shifted my weight.
I pulled back. Paused. “Still no demands?”
He swallowed. “None.”
Slowly, ensuring he saw every move, I slid my hands up my body to my nipples. Tweaked them for him. This should’ve been enough. It almost was. He clenched the quilt, his knuckles white, but didn’t relent. No peeks stolen. That focus of his remained on my face.
“I need you to look,” I whispered.
There was a plea in his eyes I didn’t understand, but he dropped his gaze to my tits. His breathing faltered, and he gave up another deep sound of need, the material he clutched close to tearing. I felt that all through me, lighting up my nervous system. Readying my body to be consumed in the way only he could.
I’d learned long ago the power of my form, but what I wielded in commanding Tyler was entirely more.
“Keep watching.”
With the same unhurried grace, I eased my hands around my breasts and cupped them for him, enjoying the way his focus followed. I pressed on my nipples, and his hips jerked. A little shock of pleasure hit me. He’d liked that. I did it again, then squeezed them.
“If this was your mouth, it would feel so good.”
His lips parted, then his tongue came out to wet them. In a way I never would for a client, I knelt on his thighs, taking a nipple to his mouth. “Suck.”
Tyler supported me by my thighs and brought me onto him. The mostly naked showgirl on the black-clad gangster. His tongue curled around me, and I gasped.
“More.”
He groaned and sucked harder, then licked his thumb and forefinger, using them on the other side. Against him, I writhed, desire building. It was too much and not enough. I needed to get closer.
I wanted him to take over. To let fever seize him so he could fuck me so hard I’d see stars.
I skimmed down his abdomen and over the front of his jeans, feeling the unmistakable evidence of what I was doing to him. He hissed through his teeth.
“There you are,” I whispered.
I opened his jeans, then climbed off him to do the job properly. The attempt at a lap dance was failing. I wanted him too badly to tease for much longer. Tyler shoved off his clothes then sat back, hard and thick, ready for me.
“What do you want me to do?” I pressed.
“Let me make ye come.”
“I meant to you.”
“Same answer.”
