Page 49 of Gamble
His talented tongue was gone without warning. His nip to her inner thigh his reminder—he was in control. When his fingers replaced his tongue, Reagan thrust her hips off the table in a feeble effort to take his digits inside her.
“Naughty girl. You lay there and take what I give you,” he scolded.
He’d called her his good girl several times that day, but tonight she loved everything about being his naughty girl instead. Not only how it made her feel, but how the words made his voice sound lower… almost desperate. How long had it been since she’d felt like the center of someone’s world?
She pushed aside the thought of the goodbyes that would come the next day. They had tonight, and she trusted Elijah to make every minute of their time together count.
As he pinched her clit, he started his interrogation.
“Now, tell me the truth. What were you so deep in thought about earlier?”
“I don’t even remember,” she answered.
Pinching her pussy again, he refused to let her off the hook that easily. “Then I suggest you think back. I saw a strange look cross your face. I want to know what it was all about.”
It was hard to think through the sexual haze. It got harder when she felt Elijah’s fingers moving down.
Surprise turned to panic, and Reagan bucked her hips off the table in an attempt to remove his fingers from a place they didn’t belong.
“What are you doing?”
Elijah’s chuckle wasn’t comforting. “Interrogation tactics. Based on your reaction, I’m guessing you haven’t had anyone breach this little hole before?”
Wiggling her bottom, she tried and failed to get his finger dislodged from her ass.
“Of course I haven’t! Take it out!” she demanded.
Her pulse spiked and, for the first time, she gave saying that three-letter word serious thought. She didn’t mind admitting that reading about anal sex scenes in books may be hot. That didn’t mean she’d ever been tempted to give them a try in real life.
Her pleas only made Elijah push in deeper, and while his penetration didn’t hurt, it didn’t feel good either. It felt… weird. Wrong.
Naughty.
Instead of listening to her, he returned his mouth to her pussy, sucking at her clit even as he shoved another finger into her bottom, stretching her wider.
Intense sensations threatened to overwhelm her. The pleasure he was bringing more than outweighed the discomfort, but it was the humiliation and embarrassment she felt the strongest. This was dirty. Forbidden. She shouldn’t be letting him do this to her.
Yet the word that would stop him refused to come. Instead, she closed her eyes and just let her body absorb the sensations. When she reflexively tried to reach down to push him away, her restrained arms reminded her how vulnerable she was in that moment.
With each passing moment, he flamed her need higher. Like a master craftsman, he molded her body with his fingers and tongue until she was writhing on the table, desperate to come again.
The sensations stopped too soon, leaving her panting with need.
“Let’s try this again,” he said before nipping at her other inner thigh, his teeth grazing her skin. “What were you thinking about?”
“Can’t think straight,” she mumbled, thrusting her hips off the wood trying to find friction.
“Even better. That will make you spill the truth more easily. Now… what were you thinking about?”
Reagan forced her brain to engage—to think back to what she’d been feeling right after they’d finished their first time together. Warm memories reminded her, but she had new information now.
Shaking her head from side to side, she tried to avoid answering. His finger breeching her puckered hole deeper brought a squeal.
Why did it have to feel so good?
“I suggest you answer, young lady, or I might be tempted to replace my fingers with my cock. Watching you wiggle that beautiful ass of yours has me hard as a rock again.”
He wouldn’t dare. Would he?
