Page 11 of A Forbidden Arrangement
Her gasp rips into my chest. No hesitation, just pure fucking pleasure.
I grind my hips against her clit, pinning her arms above her head with my fingers laced tight through hers. I press my forehead to hers, close enough she can’t escape me even if she tried.
“You take my cock so well.” She flutters around the piercings, clenching like she can’t get enough. “Your greedy pussy’s practically sucking me in.”
I stay there for a moment, buried deep, holding still while her body grips around me like it was made to take me. Every instinct I have is telling me to move, but I hold the line. Control is mine, not the heat driving me to pound into her.
I lift my head just enough to see her face. Her lashes are low, mouth parted, chest rising against mine. There’s a faint tremble in her arms where our hands are locked together, and I can feel every flutter inside her.
“Are you okay?” My voice comes out rough, lower than I intend, but steady. I need her answer before I give her more.
When she nods, something in my chest tightens. It hits low in my gut, deep and hot, the need to take her apart piece by piece and put her back together the way I want her. She’s stilladjusting to me; I can feel it in the small hitches in her breath, the way her body tightens and then yields.
“If it gets to be too much for you, say stop.” The words come out like a promise, but we both know it is more than that. It is my line in the sand for her. Not perfect, but enough for tonight. I won’t push her too far this first time. There will be other nights. Nights where I find exactly where her limits are and what it takes to make her beg for me to break them.
She starts to nod again, but I stop her with my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Tell me, pretty girl.”
“I promise.”
“Promise me you’ll put your pleasure first.”
Her eyes search mine like she’s trying to figure out if I mean it. “I promise.”
“That’s my good girl.” I pull back just enough to make her whimper, then sink in again, grinding against her.
The sound she makes is pure sin, and I know he can hear every note of it.
I switch so I’m holding both of her wrists with one hand, my other gripping her hip to keep her right where I want her. I move again, finding that rhythm that makes her gasp and arch, chasing her pleasure.
I lean in until my mouth is at her ear. “You think he’s listening?” My voice is low, almost a growl.
A shiver runs through her before she even answers. Her thighs twitch like she’s fighting the urge to squeeze them shut around me. She doesn’t look toward the phone this time, but I can see the flush creeping up her neck, the way her chest rises faster. Embarrassment, arousal, both twining together until she’s trembling beneath me.
It makes my cock throb, knowing she’s this turned on with him still on the line.
I press my hips forward just enough to feel the slick drag of her around me. My breath brushes over her skin. “I hope he is,” I murmur, letting my voice sink deep. “I hope he hears every sound you make for me. I hope he knows he’ll never get this from you again.”
My hand slides between us, finding her clit without breaking rhythm. I circle it slowly, deliberately, watching the way her eyes flutter shut, the way she arches like she’s fighting the inevitable.
“Come for me again, pretty girl,” I tell her, my tone leaving no room for doubt. “Let him hear just how good I make you feel.”
Her hips push into my hand before she can stop herself, her body already chasing it. She’s close, so close, and I can feel every pulse of it through my cock. I keep my touch steady, just enough pressure to keep her teetering on the edge.
Her breathing turns sharp, shallow, her thighs tightening around me. Delicious little sounds spilling from her throat, and I know he can hear every one of them. I fuck into her with slow, deep strokes, my thumb never leaving her clit.
“Xander.” Then she breaks. Her whole body arches under me, a cry tearing from her lips that has my name all over it. I feel the heat of her release gripping my cock, the pulsing clutch of her around me as she comes hard. I watch her ride it out, her face wrecked and beautiful, every sound she makes sinking into me like a brand.
I hold her through every second of it, keeping my cock buried deep, grinding into her so she feels me in every twitch of her climax. My hand stays over her clit until the last shiver fades.
When her body finally slackens beneath me, I ease back just enough to see her face. She’s flushed, lips parted, hair sticking to her temples. Perfect.
“You still there, Bradley?” My tone is low, taunting. “That’s what it sounds like when she comes for a man who knows how to fuck her.”
I hit the red button without waiting for an answer and drop the phone to the side. Now, it’s just us.
I draw back and drive into her again, harder this time. She’s still so wet and tight that the sound of it punches through the air. Her legs tighten around my hips, pulling me in deeper, and I give her exactly what she’s asking for, her hands grasping my shoulders for support.
