Page 19 of Devious Eyes

“Then hold that fucking orgasm off.” My eyes widen at his tone, head lifting to look at him. “Do as you’re told.”

“I can’t control my orgasm. If you want to make me come, fuck me now.”

Nate’s fingers grip tightly around my ankles as he stretches my legs to the side, a slight huff coming from his mouth. His tongue swipes at my core and flicks my clit, sending my pulse racing, and causing all the muscles of my body to contract at once.

“Sí, sí, sí,” I scream, my hips jutting off the bed against his tongue. The feeling shocks my core, lighting up my body until I crash back onto the bed again.

Abruptly, he steps away, and I watch as he licks his lips like he’s just enjoyed his dessert.

“Better?” he says, a little happiness in his voice. “Now you’ll amuse me. I like to watch, and that pussy is fucking delicious. Fuck yourself. I’m not ready to indulge you with my dick again yet.”

“You’d rather watch me finger myself than fuck me?” I can’t lift my head off the bed; I’m still seeing stars from my orgasm.

Nothing else is said for a while as I lounge back, eyes closed and enjoying the moment. My fingers pull gently across my core, aftershocks continuing to flutter my senses. It’s so calm and quiet, just the sound of his breathing relaxing me further.

“You’re not doing as you’re told, Gabby.”

Oh.I smile and lift my head slightly to gaze at him between my legs.

“Do it yourself or I’ll push something in there you won’t like.” His mouth quirks, a strange look glancing his features, which only increases the allure. “I’m a twisted fuck given half a chance.”

My brow arches, amused. “Holidays are about fun, right?”

He stands and walks away from me, peeling his shorts from him as he goes. I brace up on my elbows and watch the firm ass and shoulders move, my tongue rolling over my lips at the sight, until he grabs the fruit basket and turns back to me. “You want some fun, Gabby?” What’s he talking about? The basket lands at my side, fruit tumbling out of it onto the bed. “Choose something.”

“What?”

“Choose. Orange?” he picks it up and squeezes until it flattens slightly, juice spilling out. “Or maybe you’re a banana type of girl. Are you?” He cannot be serious. He smirks a little as he lifts the yellow object that is not going anywhere near me and leans in.

“I’m not doing that.” He hovers, no contrition about what he’s suggesting. I’m shocked, mouth parted at his expression as he stares.

“Use your hands quicker then.” He leans away after a few beats and waits, the banana still in his unconventional fingers. “You need a countdown?”

Wow, he really means it. I stare in return, wholly uncomfortable with the idea but oddly turned on by this vision of twisted. Still, I’m not doing it.

“You can’t be serious.”

The speed of his movement has me braced back on the bed, his weight holding me in place before I know what’s hit me. “I’m always serious, Gabby. Accountants are like that.”

I gasp and squirm, unsure what’s coming next. There’s a glint in his eye. It’s dirty, dangerous almost, and something I’m only beginning to understand about him. He smiles slowly, somehow tempting me into the forbidden. “You’re gonna put those pretty fingers between your legs and do as you’re told, sweetheart.”

Oh god.When he talks like that, I’ll do what I’m told.

Maybe.