Page 81 of Trick or Tease

His laugh turned into a moan as I took him deeper, my hands gripping his thighs for leverage. The sounds he was making and the way his body was responding to me were intoxicating. I felt powerful, desired, completely in control.

“I’m close,” he warned, his grip tightening in my hair. “Sabrina, I’m⁠—”

I didn’t pull away. I wanted all of him, wanted to give him this pleasure. When he came apart with a broken curse, I stayed with him through every shudder, every tremor that ran through his body.

Afterward, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, his hands framing my face like I was something precious.

“That was incredible,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re incredible.”

I smiled, feeling satisfied and proud. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His eyes darkened again. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you either.”

The man was suddenly ravenous. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He dropped it to the floor before he dove between my breasts. Thankfully, the floor was relatively clean.

His hands cupped my breasts, gently massaging and squeezing while his tongue and teeth attacked my nipples.

“I need more hands,” he murmured. “I want to touch you everywhere.”

He dropped one hand to the button on my jeans and flicked it open. My zipper was jerked down. He didn’t even get my jeans pushed down before his fingers pulled my panties out of his way.

“You’re wet,” he groaned.

“I’ve been waiting for you all day,” I murmured.

His fingers slipped between my legs, finding me slick and ready. I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking forward into his touch.

“So responsive,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers began a slow, torturous rhythm. “I love watching you come apart.”

I gripped his shoulders for support, my legs already trembling from his touch. He seemed to know exactly where to touch me, how much pressure to apply to drive me wild without pushing me over the edge.

“Garrett, please,” I breathed, my head falling back against the wall.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice teasing as he slowed his movements even further.

“Don’t tease me,” I managed, though part of me was loving every second of this sweet torture.

He chuckled low in his throat. “But you’re so beautiful when you’re desperate for me.”

His thumb found my clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make me cry out. Then he pulled away completely, leaving me aching and empty.

“Patience,” he said, echoing his earlier words as he reached for my jeans and slowly began working them down my hips.

I wanted to scream with frustration, but I also couldn’t deny how much I was enjoying this slower pace. This morning had been all desperate hunger and urgent need. This felt different, like he was memorizing every inch of my skin, cataloging every sound I made. He was learning my body. Studying me like he was preparing for a test.

When my jeans hit the floor, he knelt before me, pressing soft kisses along my thighs. I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to guide him where I needed him most, but he resisted.

“Not yet,” he said against my skin, his hands stroking up and down my legs. “I want to drive you as crazy as you’ve been driving me all day.”

His lips moved higher, placing feather-light kisses everywhere except where I was aching for him. I was practically vibrating with need, my breath coming in short gasps.

“You’ve been torturing me too,” I pointed out, my voice shaky. “You keep looking at me like you’re picturing me naked.”

“Good,” he said. “I wanted you thinking about me.”

My hands slid through his hair. He kissed the top of my thigh and then the other. I leaned back and closed my eyes. He kissed the inside of my thigh with his fingers brushing over my core.

I hear a board creak in the hall and froze. I didn’t actually believe in ghosts, but it was definitely a noise. A noise that did not belong.