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He released me with a pop. “Duly noted, Everly.”
But he didn’t stay there; his mouth travelled down my neck as it had in the car, but this time, his pecks weren’t innocent lips pressing against skin. His teeth were scraping; his mouth was sucking, shooting pleasure from his touch down to my curled toes.
My underwear was so wet he may as well have been touching me bare. He used the friction of the material to work me into such a mess that I was grinding as his mouth reached my breasts. One hand squeezing them, he pulled my nipple taught between his teeth before sucking and then blowing on it.
Holy shit.
Every muscle tensed, and he smirked as he saw whatever reaction he’d teased out of me. Had I cried out? Screamed? Had I begged with that all-damning word ‘please’? How could blowing on my nipple have me so utterly fucked that I wriggled against his hand violently, moaning like a slut?
“You like that too.”
I nodded aggressively, praying he would do it again.
“Tell me, Everly,” he begged, pampering my other nipple with the same rough and then gentle treatment. My head was whirling.
“I’ll go further down for every little truth you give me,” he said before dragging his tongue in a horizontal line; his starting point. The one he needed to cross.
“Did you want Ces to watch?” he asked before pressing a sucking kiss to my nipple.
I shook my head.
His coaxing motion over my knickers stopped. My head shaking picked up, a silent protest for him to continue because words were too much.
“Did you want him to join us?”
My head shook again, more aggressively this time. All my energy went into reaching down to take his hovering hand and tugging some movement out of him. Eyes closed, I could almost hear the smile on his face with his deep breath. The anticipation of feeling his hand over my aching pussy evaporated into a pool of hot frustration.
Worsened to a pool of lava when he gripped my hand and held it beside my head, pressing it into the mattress with a force that swore he wouldn’t let me go.
“You don’t want to be edged?” he asked roughly, back to the start of the track, voice gruff in my ear. “You don’t want me to take my time?”
“I’m impatient,” I grumbled, voice tight with need as I fought against his restraint.
“You’re desperate,” he countered.
If I had the nerve to open my eyes, I’d roll them at him.
“Did you want Ces to join us?” he repeated.
Nothing about him had given me a bisexual vibe… but the lack of judgment in his voice, his sincere curiosity… if I wanted him to, I didn’t think Luca would do anything but accommodate.
“No,” I snapped, grinding my hips against the duvet. “I wanted you to see he wanted me. I wantedyouto want me.”
He breathed out deeply against my lips before consuming them and lowering his weight onto me. His cock lined up against my thong and I let myself go as he dominated my mouth, holding me down.
I rubbed myself against him as I kissed him back, tongues crashing and tasting one another.
His grip slid down my arm, down my breast to gently draw patterns in my side, tickling so lightly I gasped in his mouth and squirmed, lifting myself with my heels to get a better angle to brush up against him.
When he pulled away, my eyes fluttered open with a frown, ready to question why in the holy tyre smokes he would stop.
But his mouth pressed to where his fingers brushed. “Tell me what I can’t do to you right here, Everly. Right fucking now.”
“I’ve always wanted to do it in public,” I blurted.
Lips still pressed to my skin, his eyes crashed into mine, darkening, lust heavy within them.
“I’ve wanted to be so desperate, so needy, I didn’t care where I was. So infatuated I don’t care if I’m caught.”
