Page 26 of Rough Patch

“I have let you be in charge…” She paused and smiled as she slid the silk between her hands. “Loved you being in charge, but tonight, I want to be the one who makes the rules. And I want you to lay back and let me.” She tied the scarf through the spindled headboard and lifted his arm to wrap the other end around his wrist.

Oh, God. This was… his dick jumped.

Instead of climbing over him, she stood and walked around the bed, trailing another scarf between her tits. He’d be lucky to last another minute. Before he let her have his arm, he pulled her down for another kiss. “All right.”

When his wrists were tied, though loose enough he could’ve worked free, she ran her nail from his collarbone down through the light patch of his chest hair, stopping to circle his nipples, then to his stomach, just before she touched the dripping head of his cock. He moaned when she lightly bit his nipple then held it between her teeth to give it a little twist. “Fiona. God.”

“Shh.” This time she raked her fingers up the inside of his thigh as she moved to the other nipple. If she kept this up, no way would he make it long enough to please her.

He wanted to touch her, make her cry out his name, make her come until her knees buckled and her eyes crossed and she fell asleep in his arms.

“Close your eyes, Grier.”

“I want to see.”

She moved away from the bed, back to the dresser. “And I want you to close your eyes. Hmm. What should we do?” She pulled out another scarf and waved it at him.

No. No. No. At least if he closed his eyes, he could possibly sneak a few glances. “You win.”

When his eyelids closed, he listened for the tread of her feet against the carpet, the rustle of the blanket, anything that would tell him she’d come back. “No peeking.”

She ran the silk along the same path her finger had taken but instead of his nipples, she let it drag over the head of his dick. He sucked in a breath and bit his lower lip. The bed dipped next to him and she ran her foot over his calf to his knee and back down. “I really like looking at you.”

“And I would like to look at you.” Everywhere she touched, burned, but he wanted her to enjoy this, to feel his surrender to her. Not that he wouldn’t peek, given the chance.

“Are you talking again? There’s a penalty.” She let her roaming hand slip along his hip on the opposite side. “Do you want a penalty, Grier?”

He shook his head.

“Good.” She kissed him hard, bit his lower lip, and sucked his tongue into her mouth. He felt every pull deep in his gut. “Did you know…” She straddled his cock and put her hand on his chest, curling her fingers into his chest hair. “I have been dreaming about this since that day in the mall?” She lifted her hips and leaned forward so that her nipple grazed his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, and she moaned. The sound went straight from his ear canal south. “It’s why I told Daddy you were the one I wanted to marry.” She kissed him again. “And kind of because you did me so wrong, I wanted to punish you.”

What? He tested the knot holding him to the bed, found it loose still, and relaxed.

“I’m not going to now. You’ve more than made up for leaving me there with my pussy wet and half the store hearing me get myself off because you wouldn’t.”

Oh, God. He remembered that day. The little black scrap of fabric that didn’t cover near enough skin for his dick not to get noticed. And the way she’d pushed her body into his, forced him against the wall. He wanted to ask if she’d finished for him, but he concentrated on not shooting a load all over himself instead. A couple of deep breaths and he was back under control.

Her thighs squeezed his hips as she rocked up then took his dick in her hand and stroked him. She’d probably twisted her torso around enough he could take a quick look, but he didn’t risk it yet. She wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer, wouldn’t be able to continue teasing him, without taking some pleasure for herself. At least he hoped not.

“Do you know what I really want?”

He shook his head again.

“I want you to taste me.” She ran a damp finger over his lips, and he licked the salty, sweetness that was the very essence of her until she drew away. “Do you want more?”

He wanted everything. He nodded.

“Then ask me.” The confidence in her tone was almost as hot as the way she touched him.

He would have walked through a plate-glass window if she asked him to. “Can I have more?” He added, “Please.”

“Do you want to lick me?”

“God, yes. Please.” Begging wasn’t beneath him.

She stopped stroking him and turned so her pussy hovered over his face and her ass was in the air above him. Now this was a view worth risking the penalty for open eyes.

When her mouth wrapped around the shaft of his dick, he lifted his head and ran his tongue from her clit to the opening of her pussy. Oh, God. She was everything. The entire world.