I smile against her skin. My mouth grazes the strap of her dress and bra before I tug it off her shoulder with my teeth. They dangle, making her dress fall further down her chest. I repeat the motion with her other side until her dress pools at her waist, leaving her bra just barely covering her breasts.
“And this,” I ask, trailing my finger under the lace hem,barely grazing her hard nipple. She shivers, her eyes fluttering closed. She nods furiously, her face lost to pleasure. “Words, Maisie.”
“Fuck yes…don’t stop,” she pants, pushing her chest into my palm. I quickly undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her bare breasts spill out, the perfect size to fit in my palm. Her nipples pebble against the cold air.
There’s only a tiny amount of whiskey left in my glass, plus a melted ice cube the size of a gumball. “Lean back,” I command softly. She does so obediently, pressing her tits into the air for me. “Good girl,” I rasp. I love how responsive she is. Ever since losing control of my life, being able to have control in the bedroom has helped me feel myself again. I love how much she loves to please me.
I tip the glass above Maisie’s chest, letting a little trickle onto her skin. She sucks in a breath when the cold liquid meets her skin. She looks up at me through her long lashes. I can tell she wants me to use her, but she’s not ready for that. Forme. Tonight, I just want to play, to see how much she wants this too. I need herdesperatefor me.
“So fucking beautiful,” I growl, looking over her heaving body.
The whiskey dribbles down her chest, coating each nipple in sweetness. It looks like cresting waves made of whiskey.
God, she looks perfect like this. I throw back the remaining sip of whiskey, capturing the ice cube in my mouth before tossing the glass.
I spread her legs and kneel between them. She’s still leaned back so her chest is perched perfectly in front of my face. I bring my mouth down on her left nipple, sucking and swirling the ice cube against it. She bucks like a wild bull, so I palm her hips.
“Gray,” she moans. “It’s s-so cold.”
I come up for air, dropping the ice cube on her chest. “Do youwant me to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she threatens and sighs as the ice cube melts down her chest.
I chuckle, using my tongue to move the cube around her nipple, loving the sounds it draws from her. I move to her right, letting the cube melt over her warm nipple before lapping it up along with the whiskey I poured.
“Fucking delicious,” I groan, my throat raw with hunger.
“Oh God, that feels so good!” Maisie is full on panting now. She’s abandoned keeping her hands on the armrests, instead dragging her nails down my back, letting out little mewls of pleasure. I love how lost she gets in her pleasure. I want her shamelessly screaming for me.
I suck her nipple back into my mouth, nipping at it and drawing another deep moan from her. I can’t imagine the noises she would make with my cock stuffed inside her. The thought has my dick straining painfully against my jeans.
I leave little bites all over her chest, making sure to lick up every drop of whiskey until she's a sea of red love bites all over. She looks good with my marks on her, and I have the urge to leave them in other places. Places more intimate. She’s going to be mad at me when she finds them, but I love knowing others will see she’smine.
Maisie spurs me on with her heels at my back. God, this woman feels so good tucked under me. I want to taste every single inch of her, teach her every way her body can feel pleasure…everyplaceit can.
Maisie is uncharted territory I want to familiarize myself with until I know every dip and fissure, every sound she can make, and everything I can do to her to have her coming undone from only me.
But not yet.
“Fuck, we need to stop,” I say, planting kisses down her stomach.
“Why?” she whines, playing with the waist of my jeans.
I stare into her beautiful two-toned eyes. “Because if I don’twalk away now, I won’t be able to stop until I’m bending you over the back of this chair and fucking you into next week.”
“Oh,” she chokes, that pretty innocent blush back on her adorable cheeks. She looks lust drunk, and I want to keep that feeling on her face, but Ineedto stop. I can’t let this get too far the first night she’s under my roof. I need to show a little control—for now.
“I want to take my time with you, worship your body the way it deserves, not some quick fuck against a chair.” My hand finds the base of her throat, and I squeeze just a fraction so I have her attention. Her big, beautiful eyes roll back with lust.Interesting.
“When I have you,” I lean forward, licking the last drop of whiskey from her lips, “you won’t be leaving my bed until you can’t walk without the reminder of every single way I made you come.” I kiss her feverishly. “Myfingers.” Kiss. “Mytongue.” Kiss. “Mycock.”
She chases my lips when I pull away, nipping at them. “Pretty promises,” she teases, a playful smirk on her face.
I slide her dress straps back on, righting her dress and leaving her breasts bare. “Remember this when I have you begging for me to stop making you come.” I step back, looking over her flushed body, prideful I made her that way, and then wink. “I think I got every last drop,honey. Dare complete.”
Maisie saunters out of the chair, swinging her bra around with a devilish smirk. She owns what just happened, strutting right up to me. I love that she’s not hiding from me. She walks past me and slaps me on the ass. “Pleasure doing business with you, cowboy,” she calls over her shoulder, disappearing into her room.
I chuckle, my eyes glued to her door, hoping it might magically open. This is going to be a long two months. She’s lived under my roof for approximately five minutes, and I already broke all my rules.
