Page 35 of Bang Buddies With Benefits
His sigh spoke of a hint of a different sort of frustration, and what did he want from me? To spill my guts and ruin the mood?
“I withdraw,” he said, once again speaking my language of legal terms. “The point is that the more I see of you, the more determined I am to acquaint myself with every…” He glided his hands up my legs, and the sensual yearning I feared I’d be unable to regain washed over me in a powerful wave, one that sent my dismay over what felt like an accusation out to sea.
“Single…” The tips of his fingers landed achingly close to where I desired for them to go. “Inch.” He toyed with the tiny elastic strip of my thong but didn’t breach it. Part of his goal sounded incredible and something I also wanted, providing it remained within the guidelines of physical intimacy. “Is that honestly so bad?”
“We agreed not to get in too deep, Izaac.” Damn it, why had I used his full name like that? I wanted to stuff the word back in and forget the expanded version existed, and yet I experienced such a divine shock over the way it transformed the man looming over me that I refused to take it back. This version held so much passion and ferocity, more overall moreness.
“I’m aware,” he said, the rasp of his voice dancing along my nerve endings. “I’m not talking about exchanging life stories and secret desires that go beyond sex. It’s hard to put my finger on everything it’d entail, exactly, but…” The pad of his thumb hovered over my clit for a torturous moment or two before he finally swiped fucking right—and then left—featherlight enough to leave me as exasperated as I was turned-on. “I just don’t want you to see me as this opponent you have to outsmart and keep at a distance? Can we start there?”
“Okay,” I said, fairly certain I meant it, although with the unbearable amount of lust coursing through me, it was hard to tell. “Let’s go over the details after we’ve screwed each other’s brains out, yeah?”
Another sigh, and while this one was different, it wasn’t the answer I was looking for. “Not gonna lie, that sounds mighty tempting. But the thing is, you had to go be a bad girl, and I can’t let that go unpunished, or you’ll never learn patience.”
“I will, I swear,” I said, arching my hips. He quickly lifted his hand, so much higher than it’d been since starting this cat and mouse game, and why on earth had I let him tie me up when I obviously required the use of at least one of them to smack some sense into him.
“See, saying isn’t the same as doing, and if I give in now, I’ll never know if you were properly reprimanded.”
A whimper came out, one so desperate and hungry that I’d be embarrassed if it didn’t fall short of how much of both of those I felt on an intensely cellular level.
The arrogant bastard grinned—grinned!“Don’t make me get a ball gag.”
“Oh, you have one of those on your person at all times?”
“No, but I’m good at improvising.” His skin barely grazed mine as he leaned over me, and my breath came out in needy pants as he placed a hot, open mouth kiss to the center of my stomach.
I didn’t dare move, and perhaps I had learned a lesson because I clamped my jaw, refusing to say anything that might take away the heavenly sensations spiraling up my core.
Zac dipped his tongue into my belly button and then licked a heated trail downward until his scruffy chin hit the elastic holding up my thong. He braced his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spread me wider. The tiny ribbon of my underwear cut into me, the rubbing of it against the most sensitive part of me sweet, sweet agony.
“I’m going to edge the shit out of you,” he said, and I parted my lips to press for more details, complain, or perhaps even beg.
Only to hesitate for a second, long enough to lose my train of thought as he lapped at me through the gauzy triangle of red fabric. An electric current seized hold of my body, each inch of my body amped and charged for maximum sparkage. A moan spilled out as he switched from licking to sucking, and I dug my heels into the mattress and fought against my restraints, craving the ability to glide my fingers over his rounded shoulders.
“You’re not trying to get away, are you?” Zac asked, lifting his head a mere inch—it might as well be a yard according to the hysteria screeching through me.
A small percentage of me wanted the freedom, but a bigger portion savored the struggle. I shook my head, and as he dipped his, my hips arched of their own accord. Zac placed his hand on the center of my torso, fingers spread wide, the heel of his palm frustratingly close to my aching bundle of nerves as he pushed me back down, into the softness of the mattress. “What part of ‘I’m in control tonight’ don’t you understand?”
“This is beyond control. It’s cruel and unusual punishment.”
“Mm. Interesting theory. Where’s your proof? Or your motive, for that matter—you’re not exactly providing me with one, F-Y-I.”
I linked my ankles behind his back and yanked his body to mine. “You want to use legal terms? How’s this one—justifiable homicide.”
A grunt came out as I dragged myself over the hardened ridge of his cock, all the way up until my clit hit the weeping head.
Ragged breaths wafted over me, and as he attempted to sit up, I clenched my thighs, cinching my ankles tighter. “How’s it taste, this dose of your own medicine?”
His free hand went to the side of my neck, and he traced the line of my jaw with the pad of his thumb. “Has anyone ever told you that you need to learn to let go? Or at the very least, learn to compromise?”
“Yes. Usually that happens shortly before I win the debate.”
His sharp jerk backward caught me off-guard, my ankles no match for his full weight. Using his knees, he pried my thighs farther apart. “Here’s another lesson for you—you’ve yet to see the full extent of my willpower, and I don’t want there to be any doubt that I’m a man of my word.”
My scrambled thoughts whirred, and I replayed our banter double time, trying to sort out which promise or claim he was referring to.
Once he moved to kiss my inner thigh, however, my brain turned liquid, much like the puddle forming on the sheets beneath me. The tip of his nose brushed my sex as he switched sides to give my other thigh the same treatment, only an inch higher…
An inch closer.
