Page 110 of Worth Every Penny

My blood is oil that bursts into flame at his words and I continue with more vigor. He groans and thrusts a little between my lips, and I sense he wants to take control. I remove my handfrom his cock and hold still, allowing the shift in power so he can take his pleasure and fuck my mouth exactly as he wants.

He surges back and forth, my teeth grazing him on the way in and out as his tip hits the back of my throat, making me almost gag and tears stream from my eyes, but I keep going. I’m so turned on my pussy feels swollen. I need relief, so I reach a hand between my legs, needing to touch myself, but Nico speaks. “No,” he says. “Your pleasure is mine.”

I groan and let him slip from my mouth, then stare up at him. “Then give it to me.” My voice rasps, laden with desperate need.

Nico smiles, like he’s been waiting for me to cave. Then he rakes a hand through his hair and closes his eyes, as though he’s nearing breaking point too. “I’m calling the shots here. Not you.”

He pulls up his trousers and tucks himself away. A brief flash of outrage burns through me.

“Get up.”

I stand, excruciatingly aware of my nakedness, still only in my heels. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Nico right now, and him making me wait has me teetering on the edge of an orgasm that promises to be explosive.

“Go to the window.”

The window?My first step is hesitant, knees weak, but I’m willing to play whatever game this is. I steel myself, striding past Nico until I’m staring out at the city as it eases into night.

Nico’s attention is an energetic field that hums against my back. Without looking, I know he’s fixed entirely on me. I’ve never felt so desired; I’m throbbing with it.

“Hands on the glass, over your head.”

My stomach flips, but I do exactly as he asks, the window cool beneath my palms. Nico’s footsteps approach and my lungs constrict.

Touch me. Please, touch me.

He stands behind me, and a sensation like butterflies trapped at the window flutters beneath my skin. He dips his head to kiss my shoulder. Lips soft, gentle. A shiver trips down my body and I gasp. Nico lets out a breath with a rumbling groan.

The tip of his finger travels down my naked back, causing it to arch, and my bum grazes the linen of his suit. A coil of need spirals between my legs. He’s barely touched me and I’m so turned on I could shatter at the slightest pinch.

Nico slides his hands over my arse, squeezing the cheeks for a second before his knee nudges between my legs, easing them apart. Air hits my pussy, cooling the wetness and inciting a compulsion to be filled.God, this is so intense…

Nico’s hand hits the glass to the side of my head and he leans towards me, his shirt soft against my back. I rest my forehead on the glass, each gasping breath misting it.

“Can anyone see me?” I ask, my voice husky.

“Not all the way up here.” His hand trails over my hip, pulling me against him, edging over my stomach and down between my thighs, stroking my clit.

“Are you sure?” I whisper, rolling my hips, wanting,needing, more. “Nico…”

“I’m sure.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Would you like it if they could?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t like that word. Yes or no.”

I know the answer, but I hesitate.Can I admit to it?Nico continues to slide his fingers back and forth over my pussy lips, spreading wetness up to my clit. An ache throbs in my core and his touch draws the confession from me. “Yes. Would you?”

“No.” He slaps my clit and I let out a squeal as a sharp sting of pain radiates through me, fading to an intense pleasure. My mind spins, shocked to realiseI liked it,as another gush of wetness spills between my legs. “No one else is seeing this body,touching this skin, eating this cunt.” I gasp as he thrusts a thick finger inside me, then draws it out. He shifts away from me and I glance over my shoulder to find him sucking his wet finger, eyes closed as though he’s tasting a delicacy. “I want you all to myself.”

Oh, God. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’ll combust.

His hand twists into my hair, tugging so my head tips back. Not painful, but a discomfort that only heightens my pleasure.

“This fucking throat,”he says, letting out a groan and licking up my neck in one long swipe. “You’re mine, Kate. All mine.”

My moan is as needy as his. “Touch me,” I whisper. “Make me come.”

“You’ll come when I say you can,” he says gruffly.

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