Page 60 of His Little Secret in Discretion
His thumbs stroked upward, brushing the edge of my top before slipping beneath, his thumbs grazing the sensitive tips of my breasts. “Maybe you’re the exception.”
My breath hitched, my fingers curling into the fabric at his shoulders. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
He didn’t answer or respond, just tugged at my nipples as if my words insulted him.
Before I could even whine or protest, he caught my mouth with his, the kiss starting slow, possessive, deliberate…hungry,before his tongue slid against mine, pulling a muffled whimper from my throat.
His hands cupped my ass now, pulling me hard against him until I felt the thick, aching proof of what I was doing to him. He swallowed my gasp, his tongue stroking deep, claiming every corner of my mouth like he owned it. And as pathetic as it sounds, I wanted him to.
“Feel that, Sunshine?” he breathed huskily against my lips, my body trembling as he grinded against me. “That’s what you do to me.”
I could barely think, let alone speak. He didn’t even give me the chance.
He kept me straddled over him, tugging my pajama shorts down my hips until they were bunched and stretched at my knees. His palms dragged up my bare thighs, spreading them wide over his lap.
I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shirt, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me like a chokehold.
“Blaine—” I tried again, but it came out wrecked when his thumb brushed the damp fabric between my legs.
“God, look at you,” he breathed, his eyes devouring every inch. “I want you to let me ruin the idea of any other man for you.” His voice was so low I felt it in my chest. His thumb pressed harder, circling slowly, purposefully.
“You’d let me, wouldn’t you?” he murmured, voice dropping to something darker. “Let me fuck the memory of anyone else right out of you? Let me drag you under until you couldn’t tell where I end and you start?”
My head fell forward against his shoulder, a sound catching in my throat as his thumb pressed harder. He caught my chin in his free hand, forcing me to look back at him.
“Eyes on me, Sunshine.” The command was low, lethal, his finger still moving in maddening circles over the thin barrier.
My breath hitched, my lashes fluttering as I fought the urge to close my eyes.
“Blaine…” I breathed, but it was useless… he wasn’t going to let me hide from him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers slipping beneath the soaked fabric now, dragging against bare, desperate skin. My hips jerked involuntarily, a small gasp sounding from me.
“I—” Whatever I was going to say died when he pressed two fingers against me, sliding just enough to make my thighs tremble. His free hand gripped my jaw, holding me still, forcing me to drink in his dark and hungry gaze.
“What was that, Sunshine?”
My nails dug into his shirt, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “Please,” I whispered, my voice almost breaking.
He smiled like he’d just won. “That’s more like it.”
I didn’t know when it happened… maybe between the way he latched his hands around my waist or the way he growled against my ear, but suddenly I was no longer in his lap.
In the blink of an eye, I was face down into the couch cushion, ass up in the air as I slowly started to forget my own name. With his hands on my waist and his cock stretching me out feverishly, I truly didn’t seem to know where he began and where I ended.
His hips snapped forward, forcing a strangled cry from my throat. The couch bit into my knees, the cushion muffling my gasps as his grip on my waist turned bruising.
"There’s my good fucking girl.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating down my spine.
“Feel that, baby?” he growled, slamming into me again, the wet sound between us obscene. I tried to brace against the couch, to do something to ground my floating head, but his hand came down between my shoulder blades, shoving me flat into the cushion until my ass was tilted high for him. The position made me take him deeper, too deep, and my toes curled hard against the fabric.
Blaine laughed low in his throat, like my struggle was the best entertainment he’d had all week. “You hear yourself? Fuck, so desperate. Like you’ve been waiting all damn day for me to fuck you like this.”
I whimpered, my legs twitching, the feeling in my stomach pulling tighter with every stroke.
He leaned over me, his mouth brushing my ear. “You’re clenching so hard around me, baby.” His humiliating amusement only made me wetter. “What is it? Gonna come already?”
“Yes…” My voice cracked, but he didn’t slow.
