Page 112 of Wicked Serve

“You’ve been torturing me all night,” he says, his voice quiet and seductive as hell. “My own personal ray of sunshine. So now you’re going to take my cock up your tight ass, sweetheart.”

My eyes fly open. He gives me a satisfied smirk. I reach for the hem of the jersey, but he shakes his head.

“I want the reminder of who you belong to.” He tugs on the collar for emphasis. “I want you to see it when I fuck you against the mirror and to feel it in every thrust. It’s like I said at the bar. You’re mine, solnishko. Every part of you.”

My core tightens. His fingers have felt so good there, and so did the toy. I don’t feel an ounce of hesitation, even at the thought of having sex in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, a tender move at odds with his dirty words.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He spanks me again, harder. “Good girls let their boyfriends fuck them wherever they want.”

“Please,” I say breathlessly, heat zipping through me. “I’m good.”

If only everyone knew what a dirty bastard Nik is. I had my own filthy fantasy at the bar, but it pales in comparison to this. My clit begs for attention, but I don’t dare reach between us to rub it. Not without his permission.

He reaches over, pulling out a bottle of lubricant and a condom—and my little bullet vibrator. I wet my lips at the sight of it.

“Show me.” He turns on the toy. I press forward, hoping for friction, but he just tsks. “You teased me with that jersey, you can tease yourself. Walk that perky ass to the mirror and play with yourself until you come. Do that, and you get my cock.”

My nipples go taut at his words, two tiny points of heat to match my throbbing clit. I curl my hands in the fabric of his jersey, hips jerking forward. He groans, the sound sending a fresh lick of desire to my core.

“What if I can’t do it?” I blurt.

It’s hard for me to come from masturbation, even if Nik is with me. The last thing I want is to disappoint him, especially when he’s ravenous like this. The high of the shootout goal must be lingering in his blood.

He tilts my chin up. “Then we take a break and I make you come however you want.” He trails his fingertips over my collarbone, making me shiver. “Either way, you’re going to come for me. I promise.”

I take a breath. “Okay.”

“Perfect girl.” He swats my ass. “Go on, give me a show.”

My blush only deepens as I walk to the mirror. I can sense him watching me—casual and confident, like a predator stalking prey—as I press one hand to the mirror, planting my feet on the floor. Other than the hockey sweater, I’m bare. I curl my toes, angling my hips so he gets a good look at my curves.

I glance at him, hair falling over my shoulder. He isn’t touching himself yet, but he’s devouring every inch of me with his eyes. I turn to the mirror, resisting the temptation to shut my own. I want to be good for him. To give him a show that leaves him desperate to fuck me. The thought makes me moan. I settle on a fast, punchy rhythm for the vibrator, tracing it down the front of the jersey.

“There’s my girl,” he says. “Make yourself feel good.”

I gasp at the first touch of the vibrator against my folds. I swipe it lower, to get it slick, before rubbing it in a circle over my clit. Heat begins to build immediately from the direct contact, making my belly tighten almost to the point of pain. I can’t help but shut my eyes, then, losing myself in the sensations.

I hear Nik’s footsteps. When he stops behind me, I sense him, but he doesn’t touch me. I pull the vibrator away from my clit with a pant.

“Keep going.” He waits for me to obey before he adds, “Good girl. Your pleasure is important.”

He punctuates that with a spank, his touch lingering.

“What about you?” I ask, whining without meaning to when he withdraws his hand.

“You think this isn’t turning me the fuck on?” He traces over the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue, leaning in close to whisper, “I’m hard as goddamn stone, sweetheart. It’s taking all I have not to dive between your legs for a taste.”

“Then do it.”

He laughs. “Nice try, but this is about you. Open your eyes.”

Somehow, I manage it. My blush deepens at the sight of his devilish smirk in the mirror. It’s one thing to listen to his velvet-smooth voice guide me, but another to look him in the eyes when I’m laid bare like this. When he’s inside me, we’re sharing the pleasure. This is just about me, with nothing in it for him.

As I continue to tease my clit with the toy, he uncaps the lubricant. He slicks up his fingers, still looking at me in the mirror.

I whimper as he spreads my cheeks. The first touch is chilled, a sharp contrast to the heated friction of the toy. He rubs my asshole with a finger, pushing in just slightly.

“Put a finger in your cunt,” he whispers.

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