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But it’s when his fingers find their way to my wet and swollen clit that I truly feel like I might fall. With a gasp, I bend over his blond head and place my hands on his shoulders.
I’m going to come like this, with Arran’s mouth on my breasts and fingers barely even grazing my pussy. My belly is molten and quivering and all I need is one more…
Suddenly, he stops. I’m panting, practically wheezing, and he just stops.
“Ask me to make you come.” His deep, guttural request sounds more like an animalistic growl than a human voice. He looks up at me. “Say my name.”
Confused, unable to process anything more than the denial of physical release, I peer into his blue eyes.
He touches the tip of my clit, just barely, but enough to make me suck in a breath. Up and down, he rubs the nub that’s so swollen, it’s sticking out beyond the labia.
I stiffen, on the verge of that orgasm again, and he stops yet again.
“Tell me, Skye. If you want to come, ask for it.”
“And if I don’t?”
Arran leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth and groans, sending vibrations though me like an electric jolt. “I’m hoping you won’t. I quite enjoy torturing you like this. It makes my fucking dick harder than it’s ever been.”
I want to deny him the satisfaction of hearing me beg him to make me come. And for a few minutes of that sweet and cruel torture, I endure.
But I was too close already, so when it starts again, not even he can stop me from climaxing.
“Oh God!” I cry out.
He tries to pull his hand away, but I grab hold of it and keep it pressed between my legs as I grind my pussy onto it. The orgasm is so explosive, I’m nearly blinded. I drop my face onto the top of Arran’s head, heaving and moaning until the waves of pleasure begin to ebb.
I keep his wrist tightly clutched between my fingers and his hand on my sex, squeezing him with each lingering pulse.
When it’s over, my whole body is trembling. I don’t move away from him, because I need to stave the tears threatening to form in my eyes as shame fills me.
I didn’t have to ask him to make me come. Didn’t have to say his name. It wasn’t necessary. I was one hundred percent aware that it was Arran’s hand, and I took it anyway, then I rubbed myself with it until I came.
Shit. I came on my father’s enemy. He made me come. His face, his body, his touch.
“This was cruel,” I whisper into his hair.
“Life is cruel.” He stands and looks at me without a bit of regret. “Stay here for a few minutes. Enjoy the shower. I’ll get the room ready.”
Stepping out, he leaves me to dwell on what I’ve just done. But I don’t remain for long. After turning off the jets, I grab one of the fluffy rolled-up towels and wrap it around myself.
When I go into the master suite, I find Arran pulling back the blankets on the bed. “We’ve both had a long day. Let’s get some rest.”
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I say.
“While you’re in my bed, you won’t need anything.”
He pulls the sheets back and motions for me to slip under them. Then he leans in and tightens the blankets around me. “In case you get any ideas, I’m a very light sleeper.”
“What ideas would I get?” I don’t move. Can’t even breathe as I wonder what he’s about. Will he tease me again the way he did in the shower? Will he fuck me now?
To my surprise, he does something worse. Which is nothing. Simply goes to the other side of the bed, gets in, and turns out the light. “Dream of me, Skye.”
Within minutes, he’s out, his breathing even and deep. Yet I remain awake for hours, my nerves frazzled and my body humming with expectation. I’m afraid to fall asleep in the enemy’s bed, a part of me expecting to wake up with his hands around my throat and another part hoping he’ll want to finish what he started in the shower.
I bury my head in the overstuffed pillow, not wanting to think of the shame that brings me. That I enjoyed his large hands on my body, that he was able to make me come so quickly when the few men I’ve slept with have mostly failed. The two guys I did orgasm with can’t even get the credit, because it took a lot of concentration and dirty thoughts on my part to get there.
But Arran…
