When she went for the button of my pants, I gripped her wrists to stop her. I had control, but not that much. She tried to tug her hands free, but I tightened my hold.
I took her mouth again before dragging my lips down her neck. I skimmed the skin there before sucking. Unable to help myself, I bit down.
Hard.
Much harder than I should’ve, but she didn’t push me away. She clutched me closer as she arched her neck to give me more access. My tongue darted out to lick and tease before moving down to the swell of her tits.
They might’ve been as small as the rest of her, but they were still fucking perfect.
Unhooking her bra, I let it fall before cupping her bare skin. My thumbs stroked across her pretty little nipples until they were tight. “I wish you could see how perfectly you fit in my hands.”
“Uncover my eyes, and I can,” she said, her words ending on a moan when I gently pinched the hardened peaks.
“Nice try.” I lowered my head, taking one in my mouth. I sucked it, twirling my tongue around before releasing it to move to theother. When her hand trailed down my stomach to grab me through my pants, there was nothing gentle about the way my fingers dug into her hips or the way my teeth bit her tit in warning.
A warning that didn’t deter her like I expected.
No.
My siren pushed into me like she wanted more of that pleasure-pain.
Don’t hurt her.
Ease back.
Ease the fuck back.
It took a few beats for my body to listen and my hold to loosen. If I was smart, I would’ve forced her hand away.
But it was well-established that I was fucking pathetic when it came to Greer, so I didn’t. I let her touch me for longer, even though I was in danger of making a fool of myself by shooting my load.
When that was becoming too real of a possibility, I tore myself away and put some distance between us. I took a few calming breaths that did jack-shit other than make one of the candles flicker.
Greer turned toward them, her own breaths coming hard and fast. I thought she could see around her blindfold, but her voice was laced with panic when she whispered, “Was that someone in front of the window?”
If they are, I’ll kill them for seeing your silhouette.
“I’m not telling you.” I reached for her panties, and she crossed her legs to prevent them from being removed. “Tell me to stop.”
Her hands shook as she took a few shuddering inhales before slowly uncrossing her legs.
“So brave,” I praised, feeling her tremble as I slowly slid the fabric down, dropping to my knees as I went. I guided her to lift each leg to step out of them, leaving her naked.
Dick-achingly naked.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything so beautiful. That wasn’t true. I knew I hadn’t. My gaze darted back and forth, unsure where to land. Every inch of her was more perfect than the last. I wanted to touch it all. I needed to run my tongue over each centimeter of soft skin. I leaned forward to do just that, and her sweet scent filled my lungs. Calming break or not, the threat of coming hit me just as hard.
I didn’t let that stop me.
With desperation and single-minded focus, I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and buried my face in her pussy.
Fuuuuucking fuck.
I was already drunk on it. On her. It was the high I chased with coke and alcohol and fame and events, but jacked up to a hundred. One I would never get enough of.
One I was addicted to after the first swipe of my tongue.
Her hands went into my hair as she started to push me away. A flick against her clit was all it took for her motion to change as she clutched me to her.
