Page 87 of Racing Heat

“You did, but it would make me feel so much better if you just touched me. Please.” She lifts her hips and presses them into mine.

I grind lightly against her, earning a moan. “I wonder if this stone would hurt your back.”

She shimmies against it. “That’s going to leave a mark. Not necessarily something you want to do.”

“Very true.” I grab the hem of her tank top and pull it up. She’s wearing a simple beige bra, but it’s showing off her breasts nicely. “I love how they’re ready for my attention.”

“Your mouth or your hands at this point—I don’t care—but could you just touch me?” she whines.

I kiss her lips gently, reaching around behind her and unclasping her bra. Slowly, I take it off her shoulders and add it to the pile with her tank. I make my way down her chin and neck until I find the pink buds. I twist one in my fingers as I watch her eyes go wide. She lets out a low moan, and I move to cover the other with my mouth. Cassie moans and begs for more as I suckle on her nipple. I switch up my hand and mouth, causing her to let out a louder moan.

“Jase, you’re killing me here.”

“How? What is it that you need me to do, my love? I’m going to need some instructions.”

“You know,” she answers with a whimper.

“I really don’t. Come on, Cassie, tell me exactly what you need from me.”

I pull back and look into her eyes, waiting for her to say something. I promised her I would make her beg, and I’m keeping that promise.

“Please put your hands on me,” she says.

“Where? Because Iamtouching you,” I remind her.

“Put your hands on my pussy. I’m wet and I need you.”

I smile wide at her. “That’s all you had to say.” I grab the hem of her shorts and force them down. She lets out a yip as I take her thong along with them.

“You are so wet.” I run my hand up and down her slick folds. “Should I taste you again or would you like my cock first?”

“Cock!” she cries out as I slowly move my hand up and down the outside of her pussy, touching her delicately but not quite where she needs me to be.

I dip a hand in to test the waters. Her hips buck against me. “Fuck, baby.” I pin her to the pillar and run circles over her clit. I can feel the moment she’s about to come apart, so I pull back and watch her eyes hood.

“Fuck!” she cries out. I enter two fingers inside her and let her ride it out on my hand.

My fingers are dripping with her release when I pull them out. I place them into my mouth and lick them clean of her juices. She’s watching me, a satisfied yet hungry expression on her face. “Are you looking for more?” I tease her.

“I’m looking to touch you, actually. I haven’t gotten to play once yet.”

I chuckle. “Maybe I’m just being a gentleman.”

“What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?” She pushes off the pillar and stalks toward me. “What if I made you beg for it?”

“I will already do whatever you say.”

“I like the sound of that.” Placing her hands on my chest, she backs me up, guiding me to where she wants me. “Sit,” she commands.

I look behind me. She’s taking me to one of the lounge chairs.

“Wait.” She goes for the hem of my shorts and pulls them down, taking my boxers with them as well. “You’re not the only one with skill.”

My cock springs to life in front of her. Her eyes widen, and she smirks at the sight of me ready for her.

“I’m sure you have skills,” I husk out.

Lowering herself to her knees, she winks at me. “I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve been waiting for this.”