Page 65 of Bitter Queen (Advantage Play 4)

His Adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat, but he doesn’t move a muscle. Like he’s still debating whether or not he should back out. Weaving my fingers behind his neck, I pull him closer until our chests are pressed together. Then I kiss him, silently begging him to stay with me. To be with me. To not let my past divide us any more than it already has. Knuckles white, he grips the sheets by my head before groaning and giving in to the temptation that is literally spread out beneath him.

Then he finally snaps. The punishing grip of his fingers digs into my outer thigh as he hitches it over his fully clothed hip, then grinds into me. His thick erection rubs against my core and pulls a whimper from my lips as he continues torturing me with his mouth. His other hand. His soft groans. All of it. Until I’m drowning in need. When I’m positive I can’t take it anymore, he trails open-mouthed kisses against my jaw and neck before pushing himself onto his knees.

Hooking his fingers around the neck of his shirt, he rips it over his head then throws it across the room before standing up to do the same to his pants. My mouth waters as I scan all the delicious olive skin covering muscle after rippling muscle.

With a smirk, he jokes, “Like whatcha see?”

My cheeks catch on fire. “Oh. Sorry.”

I drop my gaze to the silky sheets surrounding me, hating how quickly my insecurities always seem to claw to the surface. His footsteps make the floor creak as he closes the distance between us and lifts my chin with his finger.

When our gazes connect, a soft smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I was joking.”

“Oh.” I wave him off. “Yeah. I know that.”

“I’m serious, Q. You’re allowed to check me out without apologizing.” He leans in and presses a quick kiss against my lips. “You’re allowed to feel lust without feeling guilty.” Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he pulls it up a few inches to reveal my lower stomach. “You’re allowed to let go and like sex.” The cold air brushes against my bare skin as he pulls it over my head and tosses it over his shoulder to join his own pile of clothes. “You’re allowed to choose your partner.” He kisses me again. Only this one is much less innocent and much headier. “And I’m the luckiest bastard in the world because you chose me.”

His fingers make short work of the button on my jeans before he tugs them down my thighs and follows the movement with his lips, peppering kisses along every inch of skin. Other than my underwear, I’m bare to him. And it’s terrifying. Fighting the urge to cover myself up, my muscles tense before Diece’s dark chuckle greets my ears, and he tangles our fingers together.

“You’re beautiful, Q. You’re fucking breathtaking. Now, let me help you let go.” His tongue swirls against the scars along my inner thigh, and he glances up at me as his mouth hovers only a few inches from my core. But he doesn’t dive in.

He’s waiting for permission.

Again.

With a tight smile, I nod.

Then he grins and uses his fingers to push aside the last, flimsy piece of fabric that separates us. Squeezing my eyes shut, I get lost in the feel of his mouth against the most intimate part of me. The part that no one else has touched. Well, other than the last time, anyway. But it’s the part that’s his. And only his.

My orgasm hits fast and hard as he pushes a finger inside of me and sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth before I come crashing into oblivion. As I catch my breath, he nibbles, licks, and kisses the skin along my stomach, then stops at my chest and sucks my left nipple into his mouth while palming my right breast.

Holy shit.

How does he do it? How does he make me feel so freaking good when, in other circumstances, it’s pure torture?

I squirm and arch my back, begging him to continue as that same, sweet ache starts to build all over again. I can feel his smile against my skin before he gently bites down and pulls a moan from my lips.

“Shit, Diece.”

Another smile, then he sucks a little harder before releasing my nipple with a soft pop. I’m seconds from smacking the guy as he stops at my neck and sucks again. I have no doubt I’ll have a purple mark there tomorrow, but I don’t even give a crap right now. Not when his hands and mouth are roaming my body. Satisfied, Diece meets my mouth with his own and kisses me while lining himself up at my entrance.

“You ready?” he murmurs.

Hooking my ankles around his waist, I quirk my brow and dare him to back out now. Thankfully, he catches my drift. With another dark chuckle, his right hand pins my waist down to the mattress then he carefully pushes inside of me.

My mouth drops open as my vision blurs until all I can see, smell, and feel is him.

Shiiit that hurts.

“You okay?” he breathes, trying to control himself as he gives me a minute to adjust.

“Y-yeah.” I wiggle my hips beneath him and catch my breath. I feel so…full. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good girl.” Dropping another kiss to my lips, he slowly picks up his pace until I’m a squirming mess beneath him.

His grunts mingle with my moans and echo through the otherwise silent room as we push each other closer to the edge. Scraping my nails against his back, I chase the euphoria and finally let go before he follows right after. With his head tucked into my neck, he groans and pulses inside of me.

And it doesn’t disgust me. It doesn’t make me feel dirty or used. It feels…right. Good. Freaking great, actually.

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