Page 22 of Prove You Wrong

Determined to keep this about her, I gently pull her hands away. ‘Lie back.’

Those big brown eyes widen but she gives a nod and slowly eases her weight backwards, her knees dangling over the end of the bar.

I join her wrists together again; her pulse jumping under my thumb. ‘Hands above your head.’

She stretches them up, over her head. Her body laid out for me, as if on an altar, or the spread at a feast.

‘Good girl.’ It comes out as a growl.

Her eyes flare open with indignation like I knew they would; so fucking responsive to everything I throw at her.

Lips curling into a smirk, I raise an eyebrow to ask if she’s going to behave. Biting her lip, she meets my gaze, her wandering hands staying put. Satisfied she won’t distract herself with me, or distract me from my quest, I grasp her hips and shimmy her dress up, fully revealing the black silky thong that’s as insubstantial as I’d imagined. Hooking my thumbs around the band, I start to ease it down. She shifts and wiggles to let me slip it off. As I unhook it from her heels, she brings her hands down, reaching out for me again.

I ease her hands back. ‘Above. Your. Head.’ I punctuate my command with kisses along her exposed body.

Sliding my hands over her thighs and down to her ankles, I lift one leg at a time onto my shoulders. She wraps her heels around my neck, knees falling out, opening her pussy to me.

Her pink centre glistens in the dim lights. Soaking wet. And completely beautiful. My dick thickens again, almost painful in my jeans.This isn’t for you,I tell it. Think of old sports pundits, dodgy politicians.

Shit, do not blow your load in your pants like a fucking teenager.

Ella

Ican’t quite believe it. I’m totally freaking exposed. Lying on a bar, for goodness sake. I’ve never felt so vulnerable and defenceless and …turned onin my life. Nate just conjured a mind-blowing orgasm out of thin air and now he wants me to go again. Again! But he won’t even let me touch him. I want to be able to grip onto him, how else am I going to keep any semblance of control? A literal grip on reality.

‘You look un-fucking-believable.’ His voice is gruff. I can’t see his face; it’s buried between my legs.

He’s licking his way up my thigh, but it is so slow.

So slow and languorous.

My pussy is almost quivering in anticipation. A sharp stubble scratches where his mouth is soft, his teeth nip after his lips smooth.

He’s stopped.

No, not stopped, but hovering.

I feel his hot breath on my most intimate place and then his tongue flicks out. Just once. Unhurried. Politely asking for entry. I hear my own breath catch as I try to stifle a moan. My pussy is trying to stretch out to him, to let him in, and he takes another lingering lick.

‘Please.’ Thick with desire, my voice still doesn’t sound like my own.

He doesn’t make me beg. His tongue strokes upwards, landingon my clit, where it circles, circles and circles and then suddenly his lips are clamped around me, sucking, and I cry out.

He moans with his mouth around me and the vibrations almost send me into a spin. I get a flashback to moments ago when he’d lifted me onto that juddering machine thing, his fingers inside me, the vibrations sending me over the edge while his lips were on my neck.

A pinch of my nipple brings me back to reality. The sharp sting recedes as his thumb smoothes over my skin as he caresses across my breast.

Circling.

The laps of his tongue in time with his thumb, hypnotising me.

I can feel my orgasm building again, a knot inside, pulling together, tightening.

One large hand is on my breast, the other is stroking up my thigh towards his mouth. He palms my butt, fingers digging in, holding me tight to him. Even up on this precarious bar I feel anchored. Safe.

Gradually he eases a finger inside me, or is it two? I don’t know anymore. As his tongue swirls, I feel everything clench together. Tighter. Higher. And then I am undone. As if a string has snapped and I’m unravelling. His name leaves my throat and then I’m lost.

As my climax pulses through me, he matches the tempo of my rhythm, drawing out my ride until I’m left shaky and breathless.

---