Page 81 of Single Malt
The moment his torso was bare, I ran my hands over his firm muscles, tracing the lines I’d thought I’d forgotten. I wasn’t an art connoisseur, but I knew what was beautiful, and his body was definitely a work of art. When I reached his jeans, I hooked my fingers into the belt loops and used them to pull him to me again.
“What do you want?” he asked. “Slow? Fast?” He tugged on my hair. “What do you need to de-stress?”
He moved one hand to cup my breast, thumb moving over my shirt for a moment before he squeezed. Fingers traced down my jaw with a feather-light touch.
“Do you want teeth? A bite or two?” He traced my bottom lip with the tip of his finger. “A little pain to go with your pleasure? Want me to go down on you? Make you come on my fingers? Tease you until you beg for me to take you? Bring you to orgasm so fast that it hurts?”
His eyes had darkened to that ocean-shade of blue-green, sharp intelligence telling me that he was taking note of every change in breathing, every tensing of my muscles, everything he could use to figure out for himself just how turned on I was by each suggestion.
“Come on, Freedom. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Make us both forget everything but how good we make each other feel.”
Well, damn. How was I supposed to say anything but what I wanted more than anything else?
“Fuck me.” I tightened my grip on his belt loops. “Forwards, sideways, upside-down. Just fuck me until I can’t think straight.”
“Your wish is my command.” A wicked smile curved his mouth. “Now, strip.”
It was like a switch in my head turned. I’d given him the instructions, and now I could stop thinking, stop being in charge. For once, someone else would take the responsibility, and I could simply exist.
He didn’t say a word as I undressed, simply stuck his thumbs in his jeans pockets and watched. The heat from his gaze was enough to make me flush from head to toe, but I wanted more. This need for him was visceral and heavy, a weight that surprised me but didn’t turn me off. If anything, it made my body feel more alive.
When my clothes were in a neat pile on the floor, he finally spoke. “Bend over and put your hands on the bed.”
I did as he said, looking over my shoulder at him once I was in position. He came up behind me and ran his hands down my back and over my ass. He gave my cheeks a squeeze before sliding his hands around to move back up to my breasts. I caught my breath as he lightly pinched my nipples, and then I let out a small cry when he did it again, harder.
He paused, waiting for me to protest, but when I didn’t, he went back to what he’d been doing. A roll and twist, tug and pinch, each one adding to the pressure building inside me. A little voice in my head wanted to analyze everything, but I ignored it. Instead, I closed my eyes, let my head fall forward, and concentrated on the slight friction and the small bites of pain.
I felt him shift but didn’t look to see what he was doing. His fingers still worked their magic, and I wasn’t going to be bothered with anything else.
Until I felt the lightest touch on my butt. A brush of lips against one cheek and then the other, followed by a nip of teeth that sent a shiver up my spine. The next bite was harder, almost painful, but the only sound I could make was a moan of pleasure.
“Do you like that?”
I nodded, not trusting my ability to actually use words at the moment.
He did it again, and I had the fleeting thought that I might end up with bruises that could make sitting uncomfortable tomorrow. Then he was moving my legs farther apart, and all I cared about was what came next.
I let out a sigh as he used the tip of his tongue to trace the sensitive flesh, the touch almost too light. He’d said something about teasing me until I begged, and now, I realized that he could do it. He could bring me to the edge of release and deny me, keep it just out of reach until I had no choice but to beg him…or leave.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to make that decision because he changed tactics, sliding his tongue over my clitoris with firm, short strokes. I was vaguely aware that the angle of his neck must’ve been uncomfortable at the very least, but he wasn’t complaining, and I wasn’t about to ask him to stop.
My hands curled into fists, every muscle in my body tensing as each new pass sent out another pleasurable wave washing over me and through me. Each one nudged me a little higher, a little closer, and then, suddenly, I was there. His hands tightened on my thighs as I came apart, a reminder that he was there to hold me together.
He’d risen to his feet by the time my brain had regained the ability to function properly, and now he stroked my back and ass in an almost proprietary gesture that would have bothered me under other circumstances. Right now, however, it was okay.
“If you want me to stop, tell me.”
I didn’t need to look at him to know that he wanted to keep going. I could feel his desire, his need, in the way he touched me, the rough quality of his voice. But I knew he would walk away if I asked him to.
“Don’t you dare stop.” The words came out much stronger than I’d thought they would.
Point for me.
He laughed, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning just at that sound. It should’ve been illegal for someone’s voice to be that sexy, especially since I knew it wasn’t something he practiced. He didn’t need to. The man practically breathed sensuality.
“I’m going to fulfill the promise I made you.” He squeezed my ass. “No more thinking. No more stress.”
When I felt his cock brush against the inside of my thigh, I realized he’d undressed and put on a condom at some point. I’d lost a little more time than I’d first thought.