Page 97 of Sinful Desires
A low curse broke from his lips.
I was standing there in nothing but a red thong and two star-shaped red pasties covering my nipples.
His eyes dropped as his jaw clenched. “You’re not playing fair,beauté.”
I tilted my head. “I never have, Théo.”
Both of my hands slid slowly up the mic stand, fingers curling around it.
Then I bent forward and dragged my tongue up the length of the mic once more, my eyes on him. I wrapped my lips around the top and sucked—deep and wet, letting it hit the back of my throat before pulling off with a loud, filthy pop.
I then grabbed it off the stand.
“You know what I love about music?”
His gaze burned. His arms crossed tighter.
I trailed the cordless mic down my chest, letting it press between my breasts, dragging lower, slower, until it rested just above the waistband of my thong.
“It lets you sing things you’d never dare say out loud.” Then I dropped to my knees, still holding the mic, still looking at him. “I could sing about someone’s hands between my thighs, and no one would bat an eye.”
Another breath.
“I could moan about the greatest night of my life onstage, and they’d call it art.”
I dropped to the floor and spread my legs, slow and wide. I grabbed the mic by the top and lowered the end between my thighs. Pressed it against my pussy through the thin strip of fabric.
I waswet, and I wanted him to see it.
I pushed my thong to the side and slid the cold shaft against my clit, dragging it up and down. My hips shifted. My grip tightened.
Burning for him, I dragged the mic lower and pressed the cold end between my folds. I pushed it in slowly, inch by inch, and a high-pitched, porn-star moan tore out of my throat.
Loud, needy,shameless.
My head snapped back, thighs trembling, hips grinding forward. I shoved the mic deeper, fucking myself with the handle. My pussy clenched so tightly around the metal I could barely breathe. My tits bounced with every thrust. Faint wet noises filled the air.
I opened my mouth and tried to sing, voice breaking, every lyric tangled in a moan.
“We’re not soft?… we’re not pure?…”
My fingers gripped tighter. My legs spread wider. Sweat rolled between my tits, catching on my skin.
“We’re the kind of ache?… no cure?…”
The words fell apart as my body jerked forward. My mouth opened again, a soft cry tangled in the next line.
“Say my name?… like it’s your sin?…”
A cry dragged from somewhere deeper. Footsteps. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I was too far gone.
“And I’ll say it back?…” My voice cracked. My eyes stayed closed. “While I kiss you again,Théo?…”
“If you come, I’ll drag you by the hair through that fucking ballroom and throw you at your father’s feet. Let them see their sweet little star with a mic shoved in her pussy.”
I kept moving. Just a few more seconds. My clit throbbed. My breath shattered. Then his hand clamped around my wrist. I felt his stare burn into mine before I even looked.
He crouched in front of me, not a trace of mercy in his face. “Get up.”
