Page 62 of Beg Me

His gaze lifts to mine.

I grin. “But if coming over here with no panties on doesn’t explain what it is that I’m after, then—ah!”

My shriek pierces the air as he lunges forward. He wraps me up in one arm and slings me over his shoulder like I’m a feather. My blood should be racing to my head at this angle. Instead, with my ass up in the air, my body defies gravity and pools blood in my groin. My dress is pinched to his shoulder beneath my belly and gathered by gravity halfway to my shoulders on the backside.

My clit throbs.

His palm comes down on the globe of my ass cheek as he hauls me into the bedroom.

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

Markie

“Okay,” I tease as I land on the soft blue bedding. “That’s one way to tell me you get what I’m saying.”

“Babe, it’s never been that I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He peels his shirt off and tosses it on the floor. “I think I understand you all too well.”

Watching him undress is elite foreplay. The man is built like a god. Sure, I’ve seen him shirtless and in shorts a few times, but seeing it all come together in front of me like this—like a real-life version of the fictional man who’s ravished me in my dreams for the past almost five months—is wild.

Every piece of him is perfection. Wide shoulders. Barrel chest. Arms strong enough to pick me up and toss me around like I weigh nothing. His thighs are tree trunks, with a tattoo extending onto his right hip. And, as he steps out of his shorts and stands straight up, I feast my eyes on the pièce de résistance.

That cock.

I prop myself up on my elbows to better appreciate the gift I’m being bestowed, like the universe is apologizing for letting me down throughout my life. Because none of those … boys—I can’t even call them men now—can even compare.

“Warn a girl,” I say, struggling to find words for quite possibly the first time in my life.

He smirks, grabbing the base and stroking. A bead of precum glistens on the head, and I could be convinced without much trouble to cover it with my mouth and suck it clean.

“Warn a girl?” His smirk deepens. “Sorry. I learned my lesson last night,” he says, pumping up his shaft again. “Ask, and you shall receive.”

My body hums with anticipation, with too much restless energy to sit still. The way he looks at me, like I’m an oasis in the middle of a desert, doesn’t help at all. But what does help—what shakes me out of the haze enough to get my wits about me—is his words.

Ask and you shall receive.

“I hope you mean that,” I say, grinning.

His hand slows. “Why do I feel like I might regret saying that?”

“Because someone,” I say, pulling my dress slowly up my legs, “sent me home last night with more sexual frustration than I could stand.”

His eyes are glued to the edge of the fabric, and they grow dark when the movement stops at the tops of my thighs. His reaction is heady—nearly intoxicating. The obvious desire Jory has for me repairs any of my ego he might’ve cracked last night.

“So, rugby boy, here’s what we’re going to do,” I say, each word crisp. I pause until his gaze lands on mine. “You’re going to beg.”

He blinks. “What?”

“Beg.” I shrug as if it’s a given. “Get on your knees and beg for me.”

My breath stalls in my chest as the heat in his gaze threatens to burn me down. I can feel my body pulsing with each inhale and shaking as the air leaves my lungs.

I’m not sure what his reaction will be, and I’m not even entirely sure what result I’m after. Do I want him to actually beg? Do I want him on his knees? The hell if I know. I’m playing a game, most certainly with fire, but being burned might be worth it.

Slowly, methodically, he stalks toward the bed. His fingertips are the first to touch the comforter. Then it’s his knees. With his eyes glued to mine, he crawls up my body, hovering over me without contact, until his face is inches away.

With each breath, my chest brushes against his. His thick cock swipes against my leg. The intensity in his gaze is almost lethal, threatening to melt me on the spot. But instead of looking away or squirming, I give as good as I get.