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Tatum rolled his lips between his teeth, stifling a smile. “You stole one of my shirts?”
“You stole my panties!” I shot back. “In the grand scheme of things, a t-shirt is like…way less of a big deal than underwear.”
He grabbed my hips and yanked, dragging me into the middle of the bed. Swinging one thick leg over my body, he settled his hips over mine. Tatum skated his hands up my stomach, rolling the hem of my white tank top up as he went. “Tell me something, Little Bird.” He leaned down, grazing the corner of my mouth with his lips. “Why did you take my shirt?”
His cock sprung to action, thickening as he rocked between my legs. I whimpered, bridging my back and arching for more. “I just…”
“You what, little thief?” He tugged the neckline of my tank top down, exposing one of my bra cups. Tatum peppered my collarbone with latent kisses, nearing but never touching my breast.
“I just wanted to sleep in it.”
A slow smile grew across his face. “Good girl.” He pulled the other side of my tank top and bra down, exposing both of my boobs. Instead of playing with them, he covered my body with his wide frame, shielding me. His solid chest scraped against my hardened nipples as he tugged my hair to the side and latched onto the side of my neck. “Did you?”
“Did I what?” I gasped.
“Sleep in it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Did you touch yourself while you were in it?” he asked.
I blushed, deep and hot. “Tatum…”
His hand left my hair, briefly caressing my cheek before circling my throat. “Answer me.” His fingers flexed against the tender place where my pulse thrummed.
I nodded as he slowly tightened his grip. “Yes,” I whispered as glittering sparks skittered across my skin at the pressure against my arteries.
His thumb stroked the pout of my lower lip, and he groaned. “How?” he growled. “Tell me how you touch yourself.”
“With my…” My eyes flicked to the bedside table.
Tatum followed my gaze. “In here?” He reached over to the drawer.
I nodded.
Tatum gave the handle a tug and fished out my trusty vibrator. It was nothing fancy—a twenty-dollar consumer brand that had been delivered to my doorstep in a nondescript cardboard box. But it got the job done when I was just too tired.
The device let out a low hum as he flipped it on. Tatum traced the head over my pebbled nipples, drawing a moan from between my lips before sliding it between my denim-covered thighs. I flipped the button and drew the zipper down, but he caught my hands and rammed them into the pillow above my head.
“Your body, Little Bird—when you're with me, your body and your pleasure belongs to me.” He kissed his way down the column of my throat. “Do you agree to that?”
I nodded.
“Use your words,” he said, his deep growl vibrating against my skin.
Steady pulses from the device rippled through the seams of my shorts like shockwaves igniting my body. “Yours,” I choked out.
Instead of sliding my shorts down my legs, he slipped the vibrator into my panties, burying it in my wet folds. He wedged his knee between my legs and spread them, keeping me from clenching around the device. Pressure built hard and fast between my legs as the vibrator buzzed against my clit. My orgasm slammed into me like a bus. Every muscle in me tightened as he pinned my limbs to the bed.
I crashed from the high just as fast. The bundle of nerves between my legs felt sore and spent. Every one of my senses were heightened to peak performance. The vibrator hadn’t stopped, and it was beginning to punish my swollen clit. The wetness seeping from my pussy only heightened its power.
“T-Tatum,” I gasped.
He pressed my wrists deeper into the mattress and pushed his knee into the apex of my thighs, trapping the vibrator against my clit. “You owe me two more orgasms for stealing my shirt.”
My eyes went glassy. “Oh my God. It’s—I—” My stammering was cut off by a deep moan.
He shackled my wrists with one hand. With the other he rolled my nipple between his fingers, then pinched hard.
I screamed as he pulled, then let my nipple spring free. Blinding heat filled my breast as the blood flow returned. The heat turned to excruciating pleasure that flowed down my spine to my center.
A second orgasm blazed through my body without warning. I shuddered against the bed, thrashing in Tatum’s unrelenting grasp. He shoved his hand into my shorts and removed the vibrator. I collapsed into the bed, my limbs weak and buzzing with the aftermath of two orgasms.
Tatum hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and ripped them down my legs, tossing them recklessly across the room. He snapped my panties in half like they were nothing but a stray thread. Without a word, he tossed my legs over his shoulder and dove between my thighs. He lapped long, languid strokes along my slit, teasing my clit with each pass. I grappled with the sheets, desperate for purchase. When I couldn’t get a grip, I ran my fingers along the short buzz of hair on his head, pulling him impossibly closer. He growled against my slickness, sending sparks skittering up to my nipples.
I writhed, grinding against his mouth as his teeth teased my clit. Without warning, he slid two fingers inside my pussy and slowly stroked my inner walls. His tongue circled my clit, slowly building pleasure when I didn’t think any more was possible.
“Oh… Oh my—Tatum!” My thighs clamped around his ears, as he drew every ounce of euphoria out of my body.
