Page 25 of Wicked Devotion
I pull her down under the covers with me until we’re lying next to each other. Sliding my hand under her shirt, I expect her to get nervous, but the opposite happens. She leans into my touch, and the fact that me being near seems to calm her down makes my heart beat a little faster.
“What an asshole, to have such a pretty wife at home and not make her come every chance he gets,” I whisper, my lips brushing over her neck. “I’m going to make you feel so much better than he ever could, baby.”
She giggles when my teeth graze over a particularly sensitivespot on her neck, and once I kiss my way down to her collarbone, her breath hitches.
“Just relax for me,” I murmur as I slip my hand into her sweats, stroking over the apex of her thighs. In a subtle attempt to guide my movements, Lily lifts her hips and grumbles quietly when I refuse to play her game.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please,what?”
“Touch me, Max, please,” she says, hiding her face in the crook of my neck.
“Where?” I ask. Her innocence makes a grin tug at my lips. Fuck, how badly I want to ruin her.
Her fingers wrap around my wrist, and when she pushes my hand exactly where she needs it, my half-chub turns into a throbbing problem.
“Here,” she says, and I could swear I feel her smile against my neck.
The fact that she’s so shy but trusts me enough to take what she needs is driving me so crazy I need to take a deep breath before I slide my fingers over her pussy. Still so wet I can press a finger inside with ease as she moans against my skin, shifting her hips.
“Baby, if you keep making such sweet sounds for me, I’m gonna come in my pants a second time,” I groan before I turn my head and my lips find hers.
Kissing Lily is addicting. It’s the first time I have someone so soft and pliant for myself. We never fool around with the girls we bring home. Logan doesn’t do it because he’s Logan, one wrong touch from a girl enough to make him leave a room mid-fuck, and I don’t do it because it feels wrong. Those meetups are a transaction—everyone gets off, and then we part ways. And kissing Logan, well, that’s like fighting with a predator. Bloody and aggressive, and while I do enjoy it, Lily’s cautious kisses make my head spin just the same.
“How do you feel, baby?” I whisper against her lips, adding a second finger.
“Full.” Her hushed answer forces a groan out of me.
Full. I have two fucking fingers in her pussy, and she tells me she feels full. The poor girl is going to pass out when Logan and I fuck her together, and the thought is enough to make more precum soak the front of my pants.
Lily gasps for air as I curl my fingers, her nails digging into my arm in an attempt to keep me from stopping. It’s adorable how she seems to think we’re somewhat close in strength.
With my free hand, I push her shirt up and kiss my way from her stomach up to her tits. Her body responds instantly, with moans; and her sweet cunt clenching around my fingers. By now, I’m convinced no one has taken his time with her before, and I’m still torn between being pissed and fucking feral about the fact that I’m the first man who makes her feel like this.
It pulls a cute little protesting sound from Lily when I slide my fingers out of her. She’ll need a while before she finds the courage to really order me around, something I don’t mind at all, but for now, I’m going to enjoy how malleable she is.
Letting go of her nipple, I lean in for a kiss while I rub tiny circles over her clit. Lily moans, gripping my arm tighter as she tries to kiss me back. She moves her hips in sync with my hand, and open-mouthed kisses turn into the messy glide of her tongue against mine while I try to keep a clear head.
I’m walking a dangerous line; would love to see her come undone, just for me, right fucking now.
But as I feel the muscles in her legs tense up, I pull my hand away. It’s mean, and I do feel bad about it—especially because Logan likes to play this game with me for hours when he’s bored—but it’s going to make it easier for her in the long run.
And damn, does she look beautiful like this, with flushed cheeks and eyes that get wide when I lick her wetness off of my fingers.
“Why did you stop? I thought you were the nice one,” she grumbles, but the moment I lie down next to her and pull her into my arms, her smile reappears.
“Iamthe nice one.” Huffing at her statement, I press a soft kiss to her temple. “But I’m going to get in trouble for fooling around with you. If I made you come, now, when Logan isn’t here, he would kill me, revive me, and kill me a second time,” I say, sliding her brown hair to the side.
“He doesn’t need to know.”
“Logan knows everything, baby. You don’t want to test his ability, trust me. But we can cuddle for a few more minutes. That isn’t against his rules,” I say, peppering kisses all over her neck.
She laughs and leans into my touch, and I forget about the can of worms I probably opened by making her stay.
I wish I could tell her how she already stole the half of my heart that doesn’t belong to Logan, but I don’t want to overwhelm her. People don’t take it too well when I speak about my feelings.
Too quick, too much, too Max,or whatever.
