Page 73 of Kings & Chaos

“Finish up,” Neo ordered as I headed back to the dressing room.

His patience was obviously running short. It was time for the pièce de résistance.

The black bra/panty/garter set had been taunting me since Hazel brought it in. I’d never owned anything like it. I’d gone straight from high school to a backpack and underwear I could wash in a hostel sink, then to Aventine where I hadn’t had time to shop.

Plus I’d never in my life been with someone who would appreciate such obviously sexy articles of clothing, a totally impractical outfit designed for only one thing — fucking.

Now I could imagine the anticipation in Rock’s blue eyes if I were to wear it for him. I knew Oscar would pull down the lace on the bra to suck my tits. And yeah, I could definitely imagine straddling Neo with the garter and stockings still on, feeling him pull the panties aside to drive into me with his huge dick.

Damn. I needed to stop. This wasn’t supposed to turnmeon.

I studied myself in the mirror and felt a thrill of satisfaction. The tiny lace bra barely covered my tits, and the G-string on the underwear nestled into the crack of my ass.

They were gorgeous, but it might have been a sexier-than-average bra-and-underwear set if not for the garter attached to lace-top stockings.

Hot.

I slipped on a pair of come-fuck-me stilettos left by the ever-faithful Hazel and took a deep breath before I opened the door.

Neo’s eyes were already glued to the dressing room, like he’d been waiting for me to emerge. Isawhis breath catch in his throat. His tongue snaked out to lick his lips, and fuck me, I was instantly wet.

“How about this?” The words came out funny, the lust roaring through my body, making my voice sound hoarse.

He didn’t even try to hide the hunger in his eyes. “Come closer.”

I did, and he lifted one of my legs and rested my foot on the arm of the sofa, so that his face was between my thighs.

He ran a hand across the smooth expanse of my inner thigh, then leaned in, close enough that I felt the brush of his nose as he inhaled.

Goddamn.

His eyes flared with desire as he touched one of his fingers to his tongue, then reached up to take one of my nipples between his fingers. The moisture from his mouth seeped through the barely there lace of the bra, and my cunt contracted with need.

I stifled a moan, because apparently we were pretending this was no big deal. Neo’s expression was impassive, the only indication of his own desire the strange light in his eyes and the obvious hard-on he was sporting in his designer jeans.

He shoved my leg roughly off the sofa. “Turn around, Jezebel.”

It was a command, and you better fucking believe I obeyed.

I gave him my ass and stood there waiting to see what he’d do next.

“Bend over.”

Another command I jumped to obey. My ass must have been in his face by now, and my long hair hung around my head like a curtain while I waited.

I didn’t expect the slap of his hand across the tender skin of my ass.

“Ow! Fuck!”

His laughter was dark behind me. “I notice you haven’t moved,” he said, his voice low. “Is that because you’re a bad girl who likes to be spanked?”

“Fuck you,” I gasped.

But he was right. I hadn’t moved because I was so fucking turned on that I was hoping he’d just fuck me right there and be done with it.

My ass stung with the heat of his palm, and I was surprised when I felt the smooth stroke of his hand over it a few seconds later.

I sighed, and he took my ass cheeks in his hands and kneaded, the friction on my clit causing another surge of wetness to rise to my now-throbbing pussy.

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