Page 43 of Brazen Mistakes

“I’m game.”

“I haven’t even said what it is.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m game. We’re both naked in my bed, and I can feel you getting wet just looking at me. Only good things can come from this.”

A flush covers her, and my dick gets even harder, if that’s possible. Untouched, and it’s almost throbbing. “Well, tell me no at any point and I’ll stop.”

“I trust you.”

She runs her palms up my arms, so my wrists are pinned again, avoiding my kiss and nipping my earlobe. “Good.”

She rolls off of me, hands on her hips, all that damn skin on display in the half-light. “Stay,” she says.

“Yes, ma’am.” I flash her my most innocent grin, and she chuckles, rolling her eyes before marching to my closet. Moments later, she returns with my only two neckties. Fuck yeah.

Her brows furrow as she delicately wraps my wrists in the fabric, tying my hands above my head to my bedframe, checking in with me, making sure they’re not too tight, that I’m comfortable, while my fucking cock is getting so hard there’s no way I’m going to last nearly as long as she deserves.

Once I’m restrained, I give the bindings a few gentle tugs, just to test, and she tsks. “Stay still. Let me look at you.”

Every point her eyes touch, I swear I can feel it. Then her fingers trace across my skin and I groan, tugging at my bindings unconsciously, wanting her in my arms.

“Shh,” she whispers, her lips following the lines she’s marked with her gaze, her fingers venturing down my body, around my nipples, making me pant.

“Clara—” I start, not realizing how much I need to touch her until I can’t.

Her lips meet mine, and there’s nothing sweet in this kiss. This is about control, and she’s taking it, from my tongue, from my body, from me.

She pulls back. “I said, shh.”

I nod, caught in the inky black of her eyes as her hair shadows her face. Agreement received, she nips at my jaw, and my hips flinch up, needing contact with more of her, but she’s sitting too high on my body, and I feel like a landed fish, flopping around on the dock looking for someplace nice and wet to dive into.

Her finger draws in the divots between my ribs, the warmth of her tongue leaving lines of cooling awareness across my chest as she inches lower.

I wait for the moment we touch, for the delicious pressure of entering her, of hearing her gasp as her muscles clench around me.

It doesn’t come.

She slips farther down my body, her questing hands finding my dick, drawing torturous circles around my rigid length as I moan and twitch, trying desperately to get some pressure, some release.

Instead, she laps up the underside of my dick, and I almost come. Which is absurd.

I want more.

I want to give her more.

Shimmying my hips, I lock my legs behind her, and she swats my inner thigh gently, the reprimand making my damn dick twitch. “No. Stay still. I want to play.”

Dragging my legs from her, I plant my feet, ready to take things as far and as hard and as fast as my body is demanding of me. “I don’t know how long I can last like this, beautiful. Please. Please, let me fuck you like you need. Like you asked for,” I pant out as she draws designs on my cock with her tongue, still not giving me enough.

Instead, she laps at my balls, and I can’t help the way my hips arch up, looking for more, a pained groan falling from my lips as I catch the mischievous glint in her eye as she grins from between my legs. “I asked you to stay still, Trouble,” she says, then her sharp teeth nip the inside of my other thigh, forcing a few more damn useless air thrusts. I recite freaking street names, alphabetical from east to west in my head, just to keep from exploding across my stomach.

She chuckles as she finally slips those soft lips around me and sucks me deep, the vibration plus finally getting some pressure leaving me with a pained moan. She releases me, looking up my body as she licks precum from my tip, making me shiver. “No coming until you’re in me. Understood?”

“Then you’d better fucking get up there. I don’t think I can last any longer.”

In response, her hand grips my balls, and gives them a gentle tug as I shudder. “Just a little longer. I promise.”

She pulls me deep again, and I don’t even care how stupid I sound. I’m staring at the ceiling chanting “Humbolt, Irving, James, Knox,” like some kind of street-name savant as I try to ignore just how good her mouth feels, the way I’m bottoming out in the back of her throat, and good God. I’m dying.

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