It only took seconds for me to come apart with pleasure, moaning incoherently, clenching around his finger.
I didn’t care who was watching or that he was a client or that whatever this was with him had an expiration date. I needed more.
For a long moment, I could only sit and pant, reveling in the afterglow of such a teased-out orgasm. It had taken the edge off the immediate pressure, but it still felt like an inferno raged within me.
I lifted his hand, mimicking what he had done to mine, looking him straight in the eye as I sucked his fingers into my mouth, sliding them in and out a few times. The muscle in his jaw was working and I could see a bulge straining against his pants.
There was a warning in his eyes that made me want to push him just to see what he would do. I dragged my teeth along his fingers when I pulled them from my mouth, nipping him gently before letting him go.
“Take me home.” I intended for it to be a command, but it sounded more like a plea.
He pulled me to my feet, taking my hand and leading me to the front of the house.
“I’ll walk down the street and grab the car. You get our coats.” He brushed his lips over my knuckles as he left the party, a reminder of what he’d done after our Level Golf date before the tension between us had snapped.
I stood impatiently and waited for a sub to grab our jackets, feeling like I was on some kind of drug that was acting as an aphrodisiac, even though I was sober. I could still feel where his lips had touched my knuckles. My knuckles for fuck’s sake. Who was I?
It was going to be a long drive home.
24
Elena
We walked to my door in silence, expectation burning between us. He’d spent the drive tormenting me with his words and his hands, but never let me quite get to another orgasm.
“If I have to wait, then you have to wait, Temptress.”
I’d reached over to stroke the generous bulge in his pants, but he’d pushed my hand away.
“Oh no, you don’t. I want to taste that pussy again before I get off. Properly taste it this time, feel you come on my mouth as I make you scream.”
I wanted him so badly I hadn’t been sure we were going to make it back without me forcing him to pull over, but knowing he must be in even worse agony than I was, I couldn’t resist messing with him as I unlocked the door. “Thanks for the fun night. I’ll see you later.”
“Do you want me to call your bluff?” He stepped back as though he was going to leave.
I did what I’d been wanting to do all night, grabbing his suspenders and pulling him inside, pushing him hard against the wall. He grunted at the impact, but didn’t complain as I melded our bodies together at the hips, wanting to touch every last inch of his bronzed and chiseled torso.
I said, “I can’t let you leave without a good night kiss, can I? This is like our twelfth date or something and you might start to think I’m not into you.”
He gave me a lopsided smile that would’ve made me have to change my panties if I’d been wearing any. “As long as you don’t get any ideas. I wouldn’t want you thinking I’m easy.”
I pulled him closer to me, grinding against his erection. I whispered, “Don’t worry. I’m well aware you’re hard.”
He chuckled as he dropped his head, still laughing when his lips met mine. I’d expected to come together in a frantic rush, wanted that explosion of lust, so the leisurely way he kissed me was delicious torture, slowly exploring like he was savoring the electric contact. His lips were soft and self-assured, no tentative kisses for him.
I stopped him and stepped away. “I need to shower. Can you hang out for a minute without snooping through my shit again?”
He looked surprised, but intrigued, reaching to pull me back as I hung my coat up.
“Is this another game?” he asked.
I laughed, but evaded his grasp, making my way to the bathroom one slow step at a time while he tried to pull me back into his embrace.
“I need a shower because I’ve been wearing latex all night, so I smell…and taste like a sweaty balloon or maybe a sweaty condom. Unless that’s what you’re into, I’ll be much tastier once I’ve rinsed off.”
I stopped to pull my boots off, tossing them next to a chair with my socks.
“I could help you to get clean…”
