Page 13 of Poisonous Kiss
I swear my brain short circuits.
“Uh…” What am I supposed to say? My brain is in horny mode, not making up a random word mode.
“Unfortunately, that’s not specific enough, River.”
“Okay, let me think for a second.”
I start trying to think of whatever I can. I’m staring at his hand when I catch a glimpse of a ring he has on his finger. It’s chunky and gold and looks like it has a triangle on it. I wonder what it stands for, but orgasm now and questions later.
“Triangle. That’s my safe word.”
He giggles. Straight up like a schoolgirl giggle.
“Triangle?” he asks.
I look at the triangle on his ring again.
“Yep. Three-sided, six types triangle now please.”
“Use your words, River.”
She sits quietly for a moment and seems to be building the confidence to ask.
“Please make me come, Ezra.”
“Good girl, not being afraid to ask for what you want. Now, touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come when you’re all alone and no one is watching. Bring yourself right up to the edge and then I want you to stop. Don’t let yourself come.”
“What?!” I practically shout.
“You heard me,” he responds. “If you come, you will be punished.”
I nod my head in understanding and snake my hand down my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I touch my clit and suck in a breath. I’m so sensitive already, I will have to be careful to listen to Ezra’s commands.
“I could use some extra lube,” I say.
I reach over and bring my pointer and middle finger to his mouth, where he sucks them into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around my digits and groans like he’s enjoying it, beforepulling away with a pop. If I wasn’t dripping before, I am now. I just stare at him, because what the fuck did I just witness?
“You better use what I gave you before they dry.”
His comment breaks my attention to realize that he’s right. I lean back against the seat again and put my now-wet fingers back onto my clit. I start making slow circles around the swollen pleasure spot.
I dip down to collect some of the extra moisture and bring it back up to continue my mission.
“Fuck,” I moan.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself at this point. I reach up and cup my breast, pinching my nipples between two fingers as I knead the flesh. My breathing is picking up and I’m moving my fingers faster and faster.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I moan again.
The smell of him is driving me over the edge faster than I would like. He smells like when you first step out of the car and you’re in the woods, like fresh clean air that’s pure and that slight woody tone.
Before I can catch myself, I’m toppling over the edge. My legs shake as I continue to skate over my clit and ride out the rest of my high. I look over at him, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead. I have a feeling I’m not going to like what’s to come from this.
CHAPTER 8
Ezra
I refuse to sayanything for the rest of the car ride home. This will just be another thing to punish her for later. She seems to know that she’s fucked up. She hasn’t said anything either. She put her feet down after she came down from her orgasm and I still have a raging hard-on from it. The way she closed her eyes, gave me those breathy moans and shook with pleasure makes me want to give her pleasure for the rest of her life, but she also needs to learn her lesson.
