Page 49 of Devious Temptation
“Only when it’s you, rainbow.” His smirk is downright treacherous.
I’m not prepared for him to bend and effortlessly throw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Lawson! Put me down!” He braces his arm around my thighs as I beat on his back and kick my feet. I’m still wearing my roller skates, for Christ’s sake. “Lawson!”
Smack!
The sound reverberates through the parking garage as a sharp sting blooms on my ass.Did he just…?“Did you just fuckingspankme?”
“Yeah, and it probably made you wet, didn’t it?” He smacks my ass again before curling his thumb between my legs, pressing it directly over my clit. A sharp moan flies from my lips as my back arches.
“Lawson,” I cry his name like a plea, fisting the back of his shirt as he swipes over me again and again, pressing harder each time. Arousal leaks out of me, drenching the thin spandex material of my bodysuit and leggings.
He chuckles darkly. “Just like I thought, fucking soaked.”
When we reach his car, he walks to the passenger side and sets me down, rotating his hand to swipe along my center. As I wobble on my skates, I reach behind me for the car to steady myself, and his deep stormy eyes hold mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
Without a second thought that someone might see us, I launch myself at him, holding onto the material of his shirt as I pull him down and smash my lips to his with a strangled moan. Lawson’s hand finds my hip to steady us, and the other boxes me in against the car. Our lips mold together like they were created to fit that way, but I feel his hesitation, and all too soon, the kiss ends as he backs away.
“Fuck. We can’t. Not like this,” he whispers raggedly.
“I’m sick of hearing that. Wecan.” I hate how needy I sound as I reach for him again. Just moments ago, I held the power, and now I’m back to being putty in his hands that he’s just playing with, always warping and bending to his will, never forming something solid—something substantial.
He clutches my wrists, holding them between us, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re drunk. I won’t make that mistake with you again.”
Trying my best to feign indifference, I shrug. “Fine. Then I’ll go back to the party.”
“The hell you will,” he growls before his lips descend on mine again.
Lawson drags me to the front of the car, which is thankfully facing away from the entrance to Sk8 Land. He hauls me onto the hood, knocking my body back with hissheer size as his hands and lips roam everywhere. It tickles when he nuzzles my neck, breathing hot air just below my ear before nipping my skin.
“You’ve been such a bad girl tonight, haven’t you?”
Electricity hits my clit at his words, and a pleasing trill rumbles through my chest as he caresses my sides, thumbs flicking over my nipples before continuing down, down, down, between my legs to grab the spandex. Effortlessly, Lawson rips both my bodysuit and leggings, baring my most sensitive part to the cool night air.
It’s possessive and feral and utterly savage. And I love every second of it.
“You gave me that password because you wanted to make your daddy mad, didn’t you?” He sinks his fingers into me. One, then two. His thumb slides against my clit, stroking me repeatedly with circular patterns that generate pulses that drift down to my toes.
My skates are heavy on my feet, weighing my legs down as he moves between them. “Oh, fuck. Lawson!”
“You’re lucky I don’t bend you over and make that ass red, rainbow.” His fingers thrust deeper before he pulls out and slams them back in. “Or maybe that’s what you’ve wanted all along, is that it?”
Each pass hits a spot inside me I haven’t felt in so long. Heat blooms throughout my whole body, coiling tighter and tighter, making my toes curl, and my fingers twist roughly in his shirt. The car shakes beneath us, and I know that at any moment, anyone can leave the party and see that two people are fucking around.Hearthe wetness that Lawson pulls from me with each stroke. I sink my teethinto the muscled flesh of his neck, muffling my screams so I don’t cry out his name again.
“That’s it.” I open my eyes, pulling back to see him staring at where his fingers are inside me. “Come for me like a good fucking girl. Drench my fingers and make a mess for me, Lucy.”
“Fuuuuck, Lawson!” My keening wail is muffled as he slams a palm over my mouth.
My body convulses as I come. Wave after wave crests through me as he continues pumping, my hips chasing his hand, prolonging my orgasm. Bright white spots explode behind my lids as I squeeze my eyes shut and yell my release against his warm skin.
Through it all, he murmurs in my ear, “Such a good fucking girl. Keep giving me more, rainbow. You’re doing so good. You’re making Daddy so proud.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registers that at any other time, calling a man other than my father “Daddy”would be a huge ick for me. But hearing it come from Lawson’s lips makes me preen beneath his lusty gaze. I want to be his good girl. I also want to be his bad girl, pushing him to punish me in a way I crave—a way that onlyhecan satisfy.
When my whimpering ceases, we stare at each other, breathing heavily as reality settles around us. I see it, theoh shitmoment he has before he starts to panic.
“Fuck.” He slides his fingers out of me and backs away from the car. “Fuck!” he shouts as he storms to the driver’s side, causing me to jump as I attempt to cover the hole in my clothes as I stand.
“Lawson—”
