Page 75 of Wicked Devotion
Max knows my punishments don’t end with a reward, but Lily doesn’t. I put my hands around her waist and pull her closer. Shifting my hips, my cock presses right against her clit and as a moan slips out of her mouth, I catch the sound with mine.
Lily’s kisses are like her: shy and timid. Over time, she gains confidence, though. Starts grinding over my lap until she pulls me dangerously close to the edge with her.
I bite down on her lower lip right as I squeeze her ass, and she cries out against my skin.
“Get up.”
Lily is so far gone I almost have to push her off. She pouts as she stands up—pouts—as if she didn’t get way more than she deserved.
I hook my thumbs under the waistband of her thong andpull it down to the middle of her thigh. She seems confused, even more so when I get my cock out.
“I didn’t forget about your reward, sweetheart,” I say through gritted teeth, grabbing her hand and forcing it around my cock right beneath mine.
Lily looks up at me and back down when she feels me throb in her grip. I angle my cock down, slipping my tongue into her mouth before I shoot my load right into her soaked panties.
With a grin, I lean back to watch a few drops of cum run down her thighs. Before she has a chance to complain, I tuck my cock back into my pants and pull her thong up. Once everything is in place, I cup her pussy and press my fingers against the fabric to make sure my cum is everywhere.
It’s sticky, it’s filthy, and I know it’s going to bother her. Good, because someone still needs to learn the definition of the word punishment.
“You’re going to wear them until I allow you to get changed,” I say as I walk away, tossing Lily her jeans.
She makes a face but doesn’t protest. Thank God, because I need a cigarette if she wants to have another argument.
“Come on, get dressed. We’re going back to the others.”
“I’m tired,” she says with a forced yawn, lazily putting on her jeans. The inseam must press against the mess in her underwear because she’s scrunching her nose.
“Do I look like I care? If I say you’re coming with me, you’re coming with me.”
“That’s mean,” she grumbles as we leave the bedroom. “You’re mean.”
“And yet you keep coming back to me, sweetheart.”
I press a kiss to her temple, and the way she’s fighting the smile that appears on her face is so adorable, I pull her right into my lap once we get settled outside with the others.
27
LILY
In the last two days, we all fell into a comfortable routine. Logan and I are back on speaking terms and on come-sit-on-lap terms when he has a good moment, which makes the unspoken things still lingering between us easier to ignore.
I did not get to decide who I’m sleeping in bed with, since Max beat Logan at Tekken, even though I’m pretty sure Logan intentionally lost because he wanted to have the couch to himself.
Rockwell banned Max from their investigation corner last night after yet another discussion about homemade explosives, and I’m really not mad about getting to spend more time with Max.
I lean against him on the lounger, flinching when Max presses his ice-cold water bottle against my skin, where my shirt has hitched up.
Sam and Ruby joined us on the terrace an hour ago, and Logan dropped by to smear an ungodly amount of sunscreen on Max’s cheeks before he went to the beach. Either to swim or to wrestle a shark—we’ll know when he comes back.
“Logan did an outstanding job with this one,”Max says, pointing at the only colored tattoo on Sam’s arm. It’s a heart, the nameRubyprominently sitting in the middle.
“It’s tacky,” Sam replies, grinning down at his wife, who throws her head back right into his stomach.
“It’s pretty,” Ruby says, handing me her tumbler once she sees that my glass of water is empty.
I take a sip and try to keep a straight face as I realize that this isn’t water.
“Hey, did you guys fuck already?” Ruby asks all of a sudden, and I choke on her white wine.
