Page 55 of Drown in You

A chuckle rumbles from my throat. “Tell me how wet you are.”

“Dry as the Sahara,” she bites, even as she grinds against my hand.

I click my tongue and my finger travels lower, parting her and brushing against her entrance, dragging the proof of her arousal up to her clit and swirling.

Sienna bites her lip hard to suppress the moan on the verge of escaping. “Fu?—”

She stops the curse before it can escape and give me further proof of the effect I have on her.

“Beg me to make you come.” In the stairwell, she wouldn’t beg for me. Now she will.

My mouth finds her neck, pressing a gentle kiss there before my tongue strokes from the base up to her ear, her sweet taste nearly enough to make me combust. She can’t stop the full-body tremble that follows. “Good girl. Show me how much you love my mouth on you.”

She shakes her head, unable to form words. I suck on her neck at the same time my finger dips inside her. She clamps a hand over her mouth before the moan escapes.

I wrap my other arm around her shoulders, pushing her hand from her mouth only to cover it with my own, her lips soft and supple beneath my palm.

With Sienna effectively silenced, my hand down her panties works her faster, finger plunging in and out as my thumb circles her clit relentlessly. Her punishment just as much as it is her reward.

She clings to the coat still on her lap, covering the obscene act taking place at the back of the bus.

The only sounds are the ruffle of fabric and my low groans in her ear. “When will you learn that everything I do is for you? I chase you, I pleasure you, I protect you. Be mine, Sienna. Be mine and I can give you everything you want. Make your every fantasy a reality.”

Her chest rises and falls faster. If I keep going, she won’t be able to stop the orgasm from crashing over her.

I remove the hand from her lips but keep my arm tight around her shoulders. “Beg me, Sienna.”

Her eyes are shut, the pleasure overwhelming, but she stays silent.

I spear her pussy with a second finger, plunging them in and out of her harder, deeper, the heel of my hand smacking against her clit over and over, drawing a whimper from deep in her throat. Her arousal soaks my fingers, and my cock twitches, aching to be inside her. “Fucking beg. Or I’ll let everyone on this bus hear you come.”

Her green eyes fly open as I keep slamming my fingers into her. I’m not bluffing. I’m going to make her come, and it’s up to her whether everyone on this bus finds out what we’re doing or not.

“Please.” The plea leaves her lips on a desperate whisper.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

She digs her nails into the soft, fluffy fabric of her coat. “Please make me come.”

Her words alone have me groaning. My hand slaps over her mouth again and I suck her earlobe as my thumb finds her clit.

The slickness between her legs lets me plunge my fingers in and out of her with ease, creating a soppy mess in her panties.

As her walls tighten around my fingers, I don’t give a fuck who hears, who sees, or who finds out about us. I don’t want to ever stop doing this to her. “Come for me, Sienna.”

Her limbs go limp as she shatters in my arms. She cries out against my hand, my heavy palm keeping her quiet. Her walls clench over and over around my fingers, making my eyes roll. I’ll be getting off this bus with the worst blue balls of my life.

My hand follows her back down to earth, the thrust of my fingers slowing and the pressure of my thumb on her clit gentling. Beneath my palm, she pants, chest heaving as she desperately tries to catch her breath and compose herself.

Finally, I slip my hand from her jeans and settle back into my seat. “Good fucking girl.” I pop the fingers I had inside her into my mouth and suck. Damn, she tastes good.

With narrowed eyes, Sienna tosses her coat onto my lap.

“What are you doing?”

Her hand slips under the coat, sliding over my sweats until she finds my waistband. She tugs down, unsheathing my erection beneath the coat. My balls tighten.

“Sienna.” Her name comes out somewhere between a demand and a plea.

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