Page 47 of Just Between Us

Holding his gaze, I opened my lips, just enough for him to slip his finger inside. It was erotic and forbidden and so fucking hot.

My taste was sweet and tangy, unlike anything I could have imagined. His nostrils flared, and it was easy to see that it turned him on to see me taste my own arousal. My tongue swirled around his finger, and I sucked as I imagined it was his cock in my mouth.

“Mmm.Fuck, Precious.” Royal eased his finger out of my mouth with a soft pop.

I pressed into him, shivering with need. “I want more. I wantyou. I need it.”

He brushed aside a hair that tickled my face, and he held my chin. “I told you, Precious. This is your first lesson. You don’t come unless I make you come. Do you understand?”

I gritted my teeth. “Then make me come already.” I sounded like a petulant brat, but I didn’t care. I was wound so tightly I thought I might snap.

Royal adjusted my shorts, which had been shifted askew. “You listened so well tonight. I could feel how badly you wanted to come, but you didn’t. That was your first lesson. You proved to yourself that you could allow me to be in charge of your pleasure.”

My tongue clicked, annoyance rippling through me. “Yeah, and you left me hanging.”

He closed the inches between us, a dark intensity shadowing his features in the moonlight. His fingers tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck as his forehead pressed to mine. He smelled like man and perfection and desire rolled into one.

Tension radiated from his large frame. I knew, if I pushed, I might have been able to convince him to give in.

But I had agreed to do this his way. Even without the orgasm, feeling his hands on me as the waves crashed against the rocks behind me had been the most erotic experience of my life. The entire time I hadn’t had a single worry—I could only focus onus.

I exhaled and dissolved into his embrace.

His chest rumbled against my ear as he held me. “There isn’t a single thing about you I would change.”

His words only stoked the fire in my belly, and I grinned. “Except for my smart mouth?”

His body shook with a chuckle, and his arms banded tighter. “Not even that.”

Royal gathered our things and guided me out of the alcove—toward the wooden steps that would carry us back to reality. It was late and my body hummed with unreleased need. When we reached the top, he insisted on walking me back to the apartment. Hope that he would help me orgasm faded with each step away from his house on the bluff.

“What song is that?” he asked as we walked.

I chuckled, not realizing I had been humming. “Oh, uh—just a song I heard on the radio. They’re a band from Chicago, actually.”

He smiled. “I thought I recognized it. It’s catchy.”

I swallowed hard.

Minutes ago I was panting and begging for an orgasm, and now we’re talking about music? How is this my life?

I shook my head. Once I was safely inside my apartment, I could chase my release and relieve some of the tension that was still taut inside me.

On the stoop to my building, he leaned against the handrail. “You’re planning to go inside and make yourself come, aren’t you?”

Of course I am.

I lifted my chin. “Maybe.”

Royal shook his head. “You can ... but I promise you it won’t be as good as when I stuff you full and tell you how proud I am of you.”

Liquid heat pooled between my legs. I looked around, embarrassed that his filthy words were spoken aloud so easily. A deep blush warmed my cheeks.

He shrugged as if his words didn’t single-handedly almost make me come on the spot. “Just a thought.”

I stared at him from the top step. He shifted, climbing the concrete steps until we were eye to eye. “Sleep well, Precious.”

In a quick move, Royal planted a swift kiss on my lips. I barely had time to react when he hopped down the steps and whistled as he sauntered away.

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