Page 14 of Wild Card

I wanted him to pull down the material, shred it for all I cared. I just wanted to see that scarred hand hold my breast, see how it looked under these lights, his rugged perfection against my softness.

He lowered his head and pulled the strap of my dress down, freeing my left breast. The second it popped free, he claimed it with his mouth, sucking on the hardened nipple.

Fucking finally.

A low moan left my throat as I pressed into him, which encouraged him to tug down the opposite side of my dress. I was going to fuck him and screw this entire story. I’d get no answers, because he’d leave the second he finished.

This would all be for nothing. I had to stop, wrap my head around the job, and detach. Slowing my breathing, I tried to remain unphased by the thickness growing in his jeans. I could see the imprint, and all I wanted to do was run my fingers along the rigid line and see what he’d do—but no. I had to stop this.

“So, how long has this game been going on exactly?” I asked breathlessly.

His eyes rose to mine while his mouth stayed attached to my right breast. His dark brow rose like I was the weirdest person he’d ever met. Which was…fair.

“Not sure.”

“Surely there have been issues in the past with other…uh, participants, right?” I inquired breathily, my hands fisting his hair.

I wasn’t perfect.

He smiled up at me with a boyish grin and shrugged.

Moving down my body, he stopped when he was eye level with the black fabric between my legs. He gave me one last look before pushing my thighs fully apart.

This…I would enjoy this for purely selfish reasons. No one needed to know that I wanted it. I would enjoy him…then I would hate myself for it.

Using his index finger, he tugged my panties to the side. Just the barest touch nearly sent me into the unruly throes of orgasmic bliss. Surely, he saw how ready I was for him.

“Look at this,” he seemed to mutter to himself, carefully trailing a finger down my pubic bone then gently along my slit. I bucked my hips at the touch as goose bumps trailed down my skin. His touch was like fire and ice, soothing and burning. I needed more. I needed everything at once, and I didn’t want him to stop or slow down.

“Do you like this?” he teased, just barely brushing his finger back and forth over my entrance. He smeared the wetness along the sides of my pussy lips and up my pubic bone.

“Yes,” I whispered, not taking my eyes off him, relishing how he looked between my legs, that silky chestnut hair right at my knees where I could grab the strands and pull while he fucked me with his fingers.

“Do you want more?” The low lights of the room bounced off my skin, my bare breasts glowing. I liked how he looked at me with that same hunger and desperation I had for him. He continued to slide his fingers in and out of me, soaking me as need unfurled inside my lower belly.

“Ineedmore,” I gasped, sounding like I was in pain.

God, I was though. My hips bucked as my chest heaved.

He watched me, nearly daring me, his eyes hooded with lust. A low hiss left his throat as he pushed three fingers into me.

“You’re so hot and wet, so ready to take me,” he murmured, kissing my thigh.

“Oh fuck.” I exhaled, tossing my head back. I brought my left hand to my breast and began kneading it. My dress was bunched at my hips, my breasts and thighs bare, and my hair was half over my shoulder, trailing down to my stomach.

He kept moving his fingers in and out of me, applying pressure on my clit while I rocked my hips into his hand.

“Yes, oh god, yes…” I breathed. I hadn’t ever felt like this, like I was about to catch fire if he didn’t finish me, if he didn’t fill me.

Suddenly it wasn’t enough.

“More,” I gasped as he let out a gratified sound from his throat.

Pulling me by the waist, he didn’t stop until I was at the edge of the bed and fitted perfectly to his mouth; then his tongue roughly licked up my slit. It was a desperate swipe, his eyes targeting mine while his thumb rubbed up and down the edges of my pussy lips. He pushed my thighs back toward my head so he had access to everything below, and his tongue devoured me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. I was bare down there and wasn’t nervous about him being there, but still…I was feeling so much. No other man had licked up my ass, but suddenly he was, and it was a sensation I knew I’d die to feel again and again. Every swipe of his tongue and press of his lips was like kerosene on the fire he’d lit.

Panting and writhing, I moved my hips until I was fucking his tongue. He flicked his eyes up, unable to keep from watching. He moved his chin down, sucking my clit into his mouth. He added two fingers while he sucked.

“Yes, more…please,” I begged.

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