Page 50 of Unruly

He closes the distance between us, crowding me as I snatch it from him, telling myself it’s just to get it out of his hands.

I’m a fucking liar.

Taking it with me, I slip into the bathroom, stripping quickly before my nerves get the better of me, the cool air raising goosebumps across my skin as I pull the delicate lace over my curves. It still fits—barely. The fabric clings tighter now, hugging fuller breasts and wider hips that feel foreign after everything. The white teddy barely covers my ass, the sheer panels leaving nothing to the imagination. When I step back out, Cash’s green eyes darken instantly, dragging over every inch of me like he’s memorizing me for later.

“Fuck me.” He breathes, green eyes black with hunger. “Look at you … That’s what you wore for him?”

He closes the distance in two strides, big hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. His mouth crashes into mine and I kiss him back just as fiercely, fingers twisting in his red hair, tongues sliding, messy and desperate.

We don’t make it to the bed. Instead, he pins me against the bedroom wall, the cool plaster pressing into my shoulders as his mouth attacks my neck.

“Been dying to taste this pussy all fucking day,” he growls as he yanks the lace aside while his other hand pins my hip. “Bet you’re soaked already, aren’t you, baby?” he says.

I can’t answer, only whimper as his fingers brush through my already soaked lips. He drops to his knees right there, shoving my thighs apart. The first long, filthy drag of his tongue from my entrance to my clit rips a loud, embarrassing gasp out of me. He doesn’t tease, or take his time, he devours. Mouth hot and greedy, tongue fucking into me before circling my swollen clit with relentless pressure. One thick arm hooks under my thigh, holding me open while his other hand presses low on my belly, keeping me pinned to the wall as I squirm.

“Cash—fuck—” My hands fist tight in his hair. It’s overwhelming—too good, too sudden. Pleasure coils tight and fast in my core, but my mind betrays me. Thoughts of Zach flicker in. He used to hate when I would take too long to come. Self-doubt creeps in as Cash eats my pussy, and my face burns with shame at the pleasure building up in my core, albeit too slowly.

I should just fake it, give him the orgasm he’s desperately working for. I look down and see his green eyes looking back up at me then lazily closing as he laps up everything.

Fuck me.

The pressure builds more, but I’m not there yet. I moan a little louder for him, putting on the show I know men like, and he chases after that, adding in a couple fingers to curl at my G-spot. After another minute, I make my thighs tremble and my breath quickens as I fake an orgasm.

“I’m coming!” I scream, grabbing onto Cash’s hair and holding him there as I grind against his face.

After I “come down” from my fake orgasm, he pulls back just enough, lips shiny with my juices, eyes sharp and furious. “Don’t. Fucking. Do that.”

I blink, chest heaving. “Do what?”

“Really?” He nips my inner thigh hard, making me jolt and yelp. “You think I can’t tell the difference? That was pathetic compared to how your cunt was just throbbing on my tongue the other night. Try that fake shit again and I stop everything. I want the real Halle screaming for me, not whatever bullshit performance you just gave me. Understand?”

There’s no way this twenty-two-year-old man just figured out a woman’s greatest play.

I nod shakily, breath ragged. “Sure … Are you ready to work for it, Thornwood?”

He doesn’t dive back in. Instead, he stands slowly, towering over me, his cock straining hard against his jeans. “Oh, you’re going to be the one putting in work for me. Be a good girl and strip. Now.”

I peel the lingerie off with trembling fingers until I’m completely naked, and the look on his face tells me now’s not the time to deny him. Cash grabs my wrist and pulls me toward the bed, but he doesn’t throw me down. Instead, he lets me go. Leaning down he pulls soft black ropes from his backpack. My stomach flips with dark heat.

“On the bed. Hands above your head.”

I obey, lying back as he kneels over me. He takes his time, the rope rubbing against my skin as he binds my wrists together causing goose bumps to pebble all over my skin.

Then he loops the rope through the headboard slats, pulling it tight enough that I can’t pull free, but not enough to hurt.

He tests the knots with a satisfied hum, then does the same to my ankles—spreading my legs wide and tying each to the bottom corners of the bed.

I’m completely open, exposed, helpless, and my pussy throbs visibly under his gaze, slick glistening on my thighs.

Looking up at him, fully dressed, cock straining against his jeans, I’m practically salivating.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and filthy. “All tied up for me like a pretty little present. He never got to see you like this, did he?” His fingers trace my spread folds, teasing my entrance without pushing in. “Bet he never made this pretty cunt lose control.”

Leaning over with a mischievous grin, he looks in my nightstand, looking for something specific. The moment he finds what he’s looking for, his eyes light up. Pulling my black wand vibrator out the drawer, he turns it on low, then he waves it at me.

“Here’s how this is going to go: If I think for a moment you’re faking an orgasm with me, I overstimulate the fuck out of your clit. The louder your moans are, the more I know you’re enjoying it. So let your body fucking speak to me. That wet pussy already tells me how much you’re going to love my cock.”

He turns the wand on low and presses it firmly against my clit. The sudden buzz makes my hips jerk, and I moan, tugging at my bonds as he holds it there, watching my face intently.