Page 22 of Infatuation

“I need a word that tells me I’ve pushed you too far. Something easy to remember.”

“Jazz.”

“Do you understand what we are about to do? From this point on, I am in charge. I am the person in control of your pleasure.”

She nodded then sucked in a breath as he began to finger her labia. That first little touch had flashes of heat sparking through her blood. It was such a simple touch. It shouldn’t have her this close to the edge.

“Rules. No speaking unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

As if to reward her, he pressed his thumb against her clit, and she almost lost it. She closed her eyes and hummed. God, the pressure pushed her closer, but before she could lift her hips, he slipped his thumb away. She opened her eyes.

“Oh, no, Shannon. You don’t come unless I give it to you. I’ll make you pay for that little stunt.”

She opened her mouth to say she hadn’t been that bad when he slapped her pussy. It wasn’t hard, just a patreally, but she was already sensitive there, and pleasure rippled out over her.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” He settled on the bed next to her, shaking his head. "You really don’t understand yet. Maybe you aren’t ready for it.”

As he spoke, he skimmed his fingers over her belly up to her breasts. He pinched her nipples. The action had her moaning and closing her eyes again. The man had the most talented fingers.

“Sadly, I can’t turn back now, don’t want to. It’s been a long four months.”

He slipped his hand up her neck and then placed his fingers against her mouth.

“Open up, baby.”

She opened her eyes again and did as he ordered. He slid his index finger into her mouth. She could taste her arousal. Wanting to be naughty, she slipped her tongue over his finger. He sighed in appreciation then pulled his finger out of her mouth.

Without a word, he stood and pulled off his shirt. She didn’t move, didn’t want to break the spell he was casting on her.

Holy mother of God.With each inch of flesh he revealed, she became more entranced. Was there a chance he had gotten even more gorgeous? He had lost weight, which emphasized his sculpted physique. She wanted nothing more than to explore that body, but she lay on the bed, waiting for his command. That thrilled her more than the idea of touching him.

There was something wrong with her.

He unzipped his jeans and slipped them off. Of course, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. If she had even thought about him walking around commando, she would have probably not been able to concentrate enough to talk. He shucked them off and stood before her, his hand on his cock, stroking it. He had his gaze locked on hers,daring her to watch. She couldn’t resist. Watching his hand moving over his hardened cock, seeing the little pearl of pre-come easing out, had her yearning.

As if reading her thoughts, he asked, “Want a little taste, Shannon?”

There was a thread of amusement in his tone. And for a quick moment, he looked lighter than he had since he’d appeared in her bar.

She nodded. He inched closer to the bed. “Up on your knees.”

Her eagerness to please had her moving as fast as possible. He pressed his cock against her mouth, and she gladly took him in. With shallow movements, he thrust in and out of her mouth. Just like in Hawaii, the taste of him had her lust surging. She wanted more, wanted him deep within her mouth, to feel him bump against the back of her throat. He did not allow it.

Instead, he continued, giving her just a small taste of him as he slid his hand down her back to her ass. He skimmed the separation between her cheeks and fingered her anus. She hummed against his cock, and he jolted, shoving his penis further into her mouth.

“You like that, huh?”

She figured it was rhetorical and didn’t answer him.

“I have a feeling you would like some anal play, but not tonight.”

He continued to tease her as he fucked her face, increasing the depth of his thrusts. Soon though, she could tell he was losing control. His movements were not that controlled, and when she slipped her tongue over the tip of his cock, he pulled away with a groan.

“Oh, that was bad, Shannon. Really, bad.” He turned from her then, and she was left on her hands and knees, her body needing to be touched. Hell, she needed to touch him, to skim her hands over all that wonderful flesh.

Without turning around, he asked, “Do you have any scarves?”

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