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“Oh, god,” I panted, lids pulling heavy.
The eye contact was almost filthier than everything combined. Burning ice-blue hooked with green, keeping me captive, until my gaze ducked to his mouth, curling and licking over my nipple, pressing a smirk onto my breast.
My nails dug into the cushion as I wondered how much longer I could hold back, when all I could think of was what that mouth could do, if led south.
My other nipple stiffened, begging for attention, and with a soft, wet sound, he obliged.
My hand clenched tighter in his hair—silent scolding and plea all in one—but he only pressed his thumb a little harder against me, making my thighs band down around his forearm.
He bit down, and sharp pulses of pleasure-pain made my clit throb.
“So cute. You really think you can hold back?”
He blew a breath over my sensitive nipple, drawing the flesh tighter, and I bit down on a hiss, swallowed, and stayed quiet.
“Shall I just make you unravel like this, hmm?” he mused, tone scolding, thumb pressing down until my hips jumped.
He smirked against my breast, before sucking a small bruise over the pale skin.
“Over your pants, like the needy little thing you are?”
The words should’ve stung, the patronising lilt even more so, but heat rolled through me instead, pooling in my lower abdomen, and the dark glint in his eye told me he meant it.
“Hm?” he hummed, swirling his tongue around my nipple.
Heat licked inside me with every pass, and I worried I might break, the way my core throbbed against his palm in insistent, needy pulses he surely felt.
“N-no.”
“No, what?”
He arched closer, until his hot breath ghosted over my face.
When I didn’t answer, he swiped his tongue over my bottom lip where I’d bitten it bloody, then sucked it between his lips, turning my knees liquid.
“N-no, I… I don’t want t-that,” I whimpered, arching into his touch.
“Smart girl,” he growled, before sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck again. The dual sensation had my thighs trembling around him already.
Sh-shit, no…
If I came without him properly touching me, he’d be insufferable. I couldn’t have that. But the alternative…
“Say, ‘please,’” he hummed, an order disguised as a murmur.
My toes curled in my boots.
His eyes turned nearly pitch black as they poured into mine, and his hand stilled again, to my protesting whimper.
My palm grew clammy where I gripped the leather seat.
What came out of my mouth cut through the steamy air like a knife through fog:
“Make me.”
My jaw snapped shut, eyes pinging open at my own words.
He smothered the flicker of surprise with another, even more pleased grin.
