Page 111 of A Lucky Shot

The first swipe of his tongue sent a tremor cruising along every nerve ending, tension pulling dangerously at her seams. He pulled her hips into his face and buried himself between her thighs. Her insides tightened, coiling up her spine, until he pulled away.

The build of her orgasm vanished. “No,” she whined. “I was so close?—”

“Do you remember yesterday when you rode my thigh until you came, and then made me watch you eat Christmas dinner while I sat there with a hard-on like a fucking joker?”

A needy sound escaped her lips. “What?”

“My cock was throbbing all night, watching you smile and laugh and thinking about what that mouth could be doing. Then you made me wait an entire day for you.” He licked the seam of her thighs, and she quivered. “An entire fucking day, Lucky Charms.”

Dawning horror washed over her. Feeling him all over her, and now to have it pulled away? “No.”

He stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and smirked down at her. “I think you need to beg.”

“Please.”

“I’m going to need more than that.” He stopped her hands from taking off her shirt.

“I want you. Please.”

“What do you want, baby?”

She wanted his hands on her body, his mouth on hers. She wanted him to stay. To tell her he felt the same way she did, that this wasn’t round two of a one-night stand. Cass swallowed.

His eyes cut like flint, and he gripped the back of her head, forcing her gaze to him. “Say it.”

“I need you. Inside me.” She licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry. “Please.”

He bit her neck, and her knees turned to sand. “Where are your condoms?”

“I don’t have any,” she squeaked, her stomach dropping. “Are you telling me you don’t?”

His laugh reverberated through the short distance between them. “Of course I do. But I wanted to hear you sound so fucking needy for it.”

She was beyond needy for him. If he’d demanded she crawl across the floor to get to him, she’d do it forwards and backwards.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. Her hands ventured to pick up where he let off, to give herself the relief he was denying her, and he pulled her hands away. “You’re only touching yourself if I say you can.”

She nodded, her eyes heavy.

“Bend over, put your hands on the bed, and wait for me.”

There was no thought of disobeying, and she vibrated in anticipation while he left the room. She heard the foil ripping as he strode down the hall and her insides squeezed. He was behind her in a beat, yanking her hands overhead and wrapping them together.

“I said don’t move.” He wound the blue silk around her wrists once more and let go to roll on the condom. “You’ll take everything I give you.”

He gathered the scarf in his hand, pushing her down onto her elbows and swiping his cock along her length, teasing her clit. A fuse lit at her core, licked up her back and unfurled around her heart, and she lurched her hips back to chase the friction.

“Greedy, aren’t you,” he said. “When I feel you get close, I’m pulling out. You don’t come until I let you. Understand?”

He lined himself up and pushed into her. He pulled out, once again rubbing himself through her wetness, and a throaty sigh rushed out from her lungs.

“I told you, baby. Don’t move.” He curled around her again, caging her in so she couldn’t move, hand over her mouth, staying utterly still. Slowly, he pulled out only to thrust back in hard, and she choked on a moan. He slid the hand gripping her hip to stroke just north of her clit, and it took all her focus not to slide herself to chase his fingers. After she stayed still, he swiped his thumb lazily over her, and even as she shook, she bit down on her lip to hold back her cry.

“That’s better,” he said, and let go of her completely. “Get your vibe.”

Cass blinked, stunned. “What?”

“Your vibrator. Get it.”

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