Page 14 of Stand Your Ground

I chased the ghost of her touch with my tongue as soon as she pulled back, breath knocking hard against my chest when I looked up at her.

“You will not come until I allow you to,” she said. “IfI allow you to at all.”

Fuck me.

My cock jumped, and Livia noted the movement with a teasing smirk. “Look at you,” she crooned, her eyes skating over every inch of me like a blade. “So eager. So desperate. Just how I want you.”

I swallowed, the lump in my throat making me gulp loud enough for Livia to hear. Her grin widened before she slowly unbuttoned her blazer, peeling it off one shoulder and then the other. She hung the expensive thing carefully on the back of achair across the room, at the dining table we’d abandoned, and she took her time on her way back to me, rolling up the sleeves of her blouse as she took each leisurely step.

She stopped in front of me, the low bass and melodic beat of unfamiliar music serving as the soundtrack as she offered up her forearm like it was dessert. The velvety brown skin there was smooth and inviting, and she angled her arm until it was just inches from my mouth.

“Kiss me.”

I dropped my gaze, heart racing like she had her pussy in my face instead of her arm. This already felt like a test I was ill-prepared for.

But the only way out was through.

It was impossible not to overthink, impossible to quiet the thoughts tripping over themselves in my mind as I leaned forward and lowered my lips to her arm.

Don’t fuck up, loser.

God, you have no idea what you’re doing.

She’s bored with you already.

She can’t wait for this to be over.

You’re going to fail.

You already have.

I couldn’t erase them, but I did my best to ignore them. I’d learned how to do that during a game, learned how to override those thoughts and lean into my intuition.

I only hoped I could do the same here.

Tentatively, I pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her forearm. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was supposed to be doing, so I just… kissed her. Then, I inched back and looked up for my next direction.

“Again. And this time, don’t kiss me like I’m your fucking grandmother.”

The corners of my lips twitched, but then I stared at the spot where I’d kissed her arm before and furrowed my brows with determination. I leaned forward once more, but this time, I didn’t just press my lips to the skin. I tried to tease her, kissing once, twice, three times, trailing each one across her delicate arm.

“Mmm… now we’re getting somewhere,” she cooed. “Where do you want to kiss me next?”

“Between your thighs.”

Livia’s brows shot straight up, and she wet her lips as a delicious, low, raspy laugh left her chest. “While I appreciate the enthusiasm, you have to earn that privilege.” She dragged her nail down the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up higher. “Try again.”

I swallowed. Again, it felt like a test, and I knew I’d already answered incorrectly once. “Your stomach,” I said, and I tried to say it with certainty, but it came out more like a question.

“Ask for permission.”

My cock twitched at the command, and Livia smirked at the sight.

“May I kiss your stomach?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

“You may,” she answered. Livia held my gaze as she unfastened the buttons of her blouse, taking her time with each one. She didn’t shrug out of it once it was open. Instead, she let the silk hang over her breasts, her nipples hard beneath the fabric, navel barely exposed by the slit she’d created.

I wanted to reach for her so badly I couldn’t help but try. My suit jacket grew tighter around my wrists as I bucked against the restraint.