Page 84 of In a Pinch

Words don’t fail me often, but I open my mouth and try to speak, and nothing. Liv aggressively pushes the elevator button.

Awkward silence fills the air as we ride up to Liv’s floor. Thank God she is a floor beneath us and will be the first one off.

“Well, this was fun. I will send you my therapy bill when we get back.” She steps off the elevator and heads down the hall, but not before yelling loud enough for the whole floor to hear: “Wrap it before you tap it! No fucking in the elevator.”

Sam and I look at each other the second the doors close and bust out in laughter.

“She was really dramatic. We weren’t even naked.” Words finally find me, about a minute too late.

The elevator door pops back open at our floor, and Sam gives my ass a nice little slap as I walk into the hall down to our room. I whip my head back around to scold him, but the blush on his cheeks and his boyish grin stop me. If slapping my ass anytime I’m in front of him makes him happy, then who am I to rain on his parade?

The walk down the brisk hallway goes quick, mostly due to Sam crowding me in an attempt to make a mad dash to the door. I can’t complain because I am a little desperate for some alone time, too. This whole relationship with him is completely out of my realm of normal. Everyone else has annoyed the shit out of me, but Sam, I can’t get enough of. He’s addicting and it’s a little annoying.

Sam scans the door key and has us in the room and against the wall in what feels like the blink of an eye. The cold wall presses against my bare shoulders, killing off some of the heat radiating from my body. Never did I think a dress would be too many clothes, but since it is the only thing between Sam and I right now, it has to go.

“Sam, I love you, but if you don’t get me naked right now, I will literally die.”

His nose brushes against the column of my neck. His laugh makes the sensation stronger, not helping the desperate feeling burning inside me.

“You think it’s fun to tease me?” Pushing against his chest, I force us closer to the bed. “Two can play at that game.” Lucky for me, he left bits of random clothing everywhere when he was digging for his swim trunks earlier, and I spot just the thing, “I need to borrow this. Hope you don’t mind.” I grab his tie that’s meant for a fancy date night and force him down to the bed. “Scoot up.”

“Feeling bossy?” He smirks. Oh, how I can’t wait to make this man fucking beg for it.

Grabbing his wrist, I tie his hands to the top of the metal frame.

“Um, care to fill me in on what you’re doing here? Not that I’m protesting.”

“You want to play the teasing game? I’m just giving you a dose of your own medicine.”

I probably should have paid more attention in Girl Scouts because this knot is atrocious. I test it a couple times to make sure it’ll stick. Good. A nervous flutter echoes through me because I’ve never done anything like this before. Okay, that’s a lie. I love being in control, but this is a bit further than I’ve taken it with anyone else.

Something about this man brings out pieces of myself I had forgotten. Like that I’m a bad bitch who can tie her man to the bed for teasing her. I like the way I feel when I’m with him and the way that I feel like a whole person, not because he completes me, but because he lets the best parts of me shine. The sassy, the sweet, and the slightly crazy.

“If I say I’m sorry, will you let me touch you?” He pulls on his wrist bandage.

“Absolutely not.” I pull my dress over my head and move to unclasp my bra. His eyes widen and fill with desire.

I make a show of undressing myself, every pull against his tied-up wrist fueling my fire even more. Did I imagine myselfgiving my boyfriend a striptease before bed? No. Am I loving every second of it? Yes.

His hands tug again when I position myself over him. “Say you’re sorry for teasing me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.”

My kiss starts at his neck and works its way down. Sam’s breathing quickens, and this man might hyperventilate before I even touch his cock. Am I an awful person for liking that thought?

My kiss ends at his hip bone. His hips jerk and buck, but he has nowhere to go. “Please, Addie.”

“Being teased is the worst, isn’t it?” I grin up at him and his eyebrows furrow together.

I begin to kiss over his hip bones and make my way down, lightly planting soft pecks along his cock. Just enough pressure for him to know I am there.

“Fuck, Addie.” He says my name like it’s a plea for help and that breaks my resolve.

My mouth melts over his cock. His answering groan makes my core clench. I need to stay strong and remind this sucker who’s the one in charge. I guess, right now, I’m the sucker, considering where my mouth is. But I digress.

I go to work, making him squirm. I can hear how hard he is pulling, but get lost in the moment, enjoying every second if it. Wanting some of this for myself, I crawl up, and the look in his eyes alone could make me fall apart. I drag my pussy across the crown of him, over and over. At this point, I think I’m teasing myself a little, too.

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