Page 61 of Chasing the Wild
“Christ. Layla. You’re killing me.”
“It’s ok… you’re not touching. All you’re doing is watching.” I slide my arms off his shoulders, and bring them to the hem of my shirt. His eyes track my every movement as I toy with the edge of the fabric, lifting it just a little.
Colt doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He’s trying so fucking hard not to touch me, and part of me just wants to grab his big palms and place them on me somewhere, anywhere, will do. But in this game where we’re bending the rules to the point where they might shatter, I have to behave. As much as I really want him to pick me up and throw me down on the floor and rail me senseless.
He swallows heavily, the strong line of his throat bobs as his eyes stay transfixed on the spot where my pussy is. “I’m going to hell.”
“I’ll be right there with you.” I breathe. “What do you want to see next?” My fingers inch the hem of my shirt higher, and with the other hand, I tease the lace at the waistband of my underwear, pushing it down ever so slightly.
Colt’s nostrils flare as he fights a silent battle with himself, watching my hands like a hawk the entire time.
“Show me those perfect fucking tits.” His cock jerks beneath me when he finally speaks, his voice husky with desire.
A shudder of pleasure rolls through me, and I hook the thin cotton up to rest over the tops of my breasts. I hitch in a breath, exposing myself fully for the first time. They hang full and heavy with need, and I want him to rip free of his self-restraint, to paw me, and play with them so goddamn bad. If he would only lean forward, close that small distance and take one into his hot, wet mouth.
“Fucking hell.” That delicious noise he makes when he’s turned on makes my pussy clench.
I allow my fingers to roam over my soft flesh, caressing and teasing and stroking, while my nipples turn to diamonds. The little moans coming out of me are breathy and desperate as I cup and pinch both of them beneath Colt’s fearsome gaze.
God, I could die from the way he’s studying every needy motion of my fingers.
The thick hardness of him presses up into me between the layers of his jeans and my barely there scrap of lace. It would take almost nothing for him to unzip and tug the soaked fabric to one side and thrust up into me.
My face must say it all because he makes a strained noise.
“I’m barely hanging on to decency here. There’s too much filthy shit going through my mind for you to be looking at my cock like that.”
I whimper and tug harder on my nipples. Fixating on his mouth as he turns my body molten, dirty-talking me into a soaked mess.
“What else do you want?” As I keep pressing him to tell me every illicit detail, my words are shaky, raspy, and don’t even sound like myself when I finally manage to speak.
Colt shifts his hips beneath me as he readjusts himself in the chair. “Baby, I want to fuck you so badly. I want these tiny lacepanties balled up inside my sheets every morning, and I want your sweet cum all over my tongue.”
His words wash over me, leaving me panting.
Holy fuck. I’m clenching and damn near ready to lay myself down right here on the floor at his boots and beg.
“Mmmm, god.”A tug on my nipples.“I want that too.”A roll of my hips.“What else?” Grinding myself down on the firmness of his jeans works my desire tighter.
“I want to slide my tongue inside your sweet little cunt while you’re asleep. Have your body fall apart while you’re still dreaming, then shove inside you.” He hisses as my hips shift over the head of his cock. “I’d fill your pussy up so fucking deep you’d never be able to forget me.”
With how swollen my clit is, the friction sends electric sparks flying down to my toes. I’m perched in his lap, with my soaking wet core rubbing over him, and my fingers teasing my sensitive tits. It’s going to take next to nothing for me to fall apart if I actually touch myself in front of him.
But I don’t know that he’ll let it get that far, if how rapidly he pulled away last night is anything to go by. This could all end any second now, the moment Colt’s conscience comes crashing in. How long will he allow us to stay trapped within this carnal bubble?
Will he halt this madness before we tumble over the edge, swallowed up by this illicit moment? Right now, only the snow falling outside bears witness to the dangerous game we’re playing.
“Layla, baby. That’s it, keep making a mess of me,” he murmurs, eyes transfixed on the place where I’m pressing down over his length. Through the dim light, I can see the tension in his neck and the strain on his face with each shift of my hips.
“Do you want to look?” I whisper, skating one hand down the soft swell of my stomach, until I play along the outline of lace.Letting my fingers rest over the top of my aching clit for a second before sliding over to the edge. Just low enough that if I hook the side, I can tug them and reveal exactly how needy I am for this man.
“Fuck.” His hand lifts, and then hovers in the space between us, before he drags it over his mouth with a dark groan. “I don’t know. I don’t fucking know, baby. If you let me see your cunt, I’m going to want inside you. I’m going to want to eat you until you’re begging me to stop. But I know I won’t be able to stop. There’s no going back for me once that happens and I’m not going to be able to keep myself from fucking you in every one of your sweet little holes.”
Well, holy shit. The moan that drops out of me is pornographic.
The mouth on this man. He coats me from head to toe in a dizzying, wanton kind of temptation—the kind that screams and demands absolutely everything he just promised.
“It’s yours if you want to look. I won’t tell anyone.” I rub a little harder over the outside of the lace. My eyelashes flutter as the liquid heat settles low in my stomach. I’m not even sure I can feel my toes anymore.
