Page 14 of Last Resort

His words surprise me and even though he releases my hair and pulls his fingers out from inside me, I stand there slack-jawed and unsatisfied. “I have to what?”

He makes this the perfect time to slide down his boxer briefs so that his cock springs free. And of course, someone as gorgeous as him would have to have a perfect dick. Thick and hard and Jesus . . . he was right. Some things are worth begging for.

And that is one of them.

“You heard me,” he says, pulling my attention back to him as he takes a step toward me. “You have to earn it.”

“I—”

“Take off your panties, Collins.” His eyes lower as I slide my soaked panties down my hips and step out of them when they hit my ankles. Nerves flutter about as he takes a long, slow appraisal of my body. That cocky tilt to his lips is back when his eyes meet mine again. “Stand in front of the window, Collins.”

“But—”

“Do as I say,” he commands softly as if to let me know that refusing isn’t an option. “It’s time to work for that fuck you want.” He quirks a brow. “Now over to the window.”

I obey.

God, I never thought I’d say those words in my entire life, but I fucking obey.

And I do so with more eagerness than I’ve showed for something in a long time.

There is no room for modesty as I do what he asks. No room when he looks at me with an intensity that is strong enough to light me on fire, let alone the room.

“Good girl,” he purrs and runs a hand down my jaw before twirling his finger in the air. “Now turn around and put your hands on the glass. Yes, just like that.” A soft hand over the curve of my ass. “You like that, don’t you, Collins? To be seen. To know anyone can look up here at any second and see you standing here. To know that someone right now might be getting off while watching you stand there naked.” He runs a finger softly between my thighs. His touch so featherlight that it takes everything I have not to push my ass back to feel more. “Tell me, Collins. Tell me you like it.”

“I like it.” Breathless. Desperate.

“Better,” he praises, his mouth at my ear. “Now bend over, press your tits against the glass, and let me see that gorgeous pussy of yours.”

I do as he asks, bending over and sticking my ass out.

The room is silent as I stand there. I can only assume he is behind me, staring, and the inability to see him and what he’s doing, heightens the anticipation that has been building, sensation by sensation.

His lips touch the small of my back, and I jolt at the unexpected sensation. “You have such a beautiful pussy, Collins. It’s”—he emits a guttural groan when his fingertip rubs ever so gently over my wet folds— “such a turn-on.”

I try to push back onto his hand, clenching my muscles when I do. His chuckle is seductive as it rumbles through the room. “Are you asking for something? Is your pussy tightening for me?”

God.

Yes.

Please.

“Mm-hmm,” is all I can manage.

“Answer me or I stop.” His touch leaves me and my body tenses in response.

“Yes. That’s for you.”

Take it. Please fucking take it, because I’m aching and soaked and all I can think about is your next touch.

But the silence returns. The expectation builds.

His hand slides over one side of my ass, between my thighs just enough to tease my opening before running over the other cheek. I feel the heat of his body behind me. Can smell the scent of his cologne mixed with my arousal. “I should take you like this right here, against the glass for everyone to see.” His fingers press a little closer this trip around. “But I want to watch you. Your tits. Your lips. Your sweet pussy. You. Is that what you want, Collins?”

“Yes,” I moan, his fingers back where I want them again. A hiss of pleasure falls from my lips when the wet, warmth of his mouth closes over me. The ache . . . oh my God, the ache the simplest touch of his tongue creates is enough to have me pushing myself back against him. Wanting him to take more. Needing him to take more.

He closes his mouth over my most intimate skin, taking it in his mouth and sucking. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before and sure as hell want to experience again. Pressure builds within me. The burn of desire shifts into bliss I’ve never experienced before.