Page 30 of Cocky Player

“You’re so wet you’re soaking,” he commented so blasé we could have been discussing something mundane like the ripeness of fruit at the grocery store.“Getting naked and showing yourself to me turns you on.”

There was no point in lying, but I could leave him curious.“A lot of things turn me on.I might be a virgin, but my fantasies are vivid.And frequent.”

He jerked at my admission and I suppressed a grin.I’d surprised him, and he hadn’t expected it.If only he knew.He wouldn’t now.

“Was this one of them?A man, focused solely on you, desperately wanting to touch you, to taste you, to slide his tongue inside of you until you scream so loud the neighbors hear?”

Yes.One of the more mundane ones.My chest heaved with a heavy, thick need for him.I was breathless as I replied, “I believe you just drew the line of sharing personal information.”

It wasn’t meant to be a slap, but he flinched.“Very well then.”

He scooted his chair forward, hands curled around the armrests as he settled himself close to me.To my sex.A warm shiver of expectation rolled down my spine.My fingers dug more harshly into the wood as his hands raised, pressed to my knees, my inner thighs, spreading me open until my hips ached.

“Wider.As wide as possible.”

Oh God.It was a simple touch.A command.And my thighs were spread so wide I was now sitting on my hands, bound, but free.My hips arched toward him at the first touch, his jaw tight and whether that was from his desire for me or annoyance at his own words thrown back to him, didn’t matter.

This…this was what I’d wanted to experience for so long and if passion had to be delayed, so be it.

He teased me with his hands, his gaze so focused on his task he never once looked up as his fingers pressed closer, eliciting goose bumps and a sensation so deep inside of me it was terrifying.One of his hands stayed on my inner thigh, warm and firm but gentle pressure as he slid a finger from his other hand through my wetness.The slick sound of me, the brutal tenderness of his touch as he teased, circled my clit, ran his fingers through my slit and back up forced the memories of the other night to the forefront.Of his body on me, naked and bared, the passion involved.

Everything was so different and yet still I whimpered, pressed closer to him until the pressure of his palm on my thigh increased, stilling me.

“Stay still andtake,” he demanded, blue eyes lifting to mine for only a moment.His jaw was taut, features so firmly in place they appeared etched onto him.He’d thrown up the block between us and was forcing it in place at all costs but it was costing him.

I understood why.It was for the best.

I still closed my eyes and tilted my head back, unable to meet the blankness on his face as his head dipped…grew closer.

“Oh,” I groaned and my body shook with the pleasure of that first swipe of his tongue.So hard.So wet.So warm.He dove against my clit, circling it with his tongue the same way he did with his fingers and it was so different, so vastlymorein the intensity of it that I was crying out, bucking my hips closer to him despite his demands.

He could draw an orgasm from me that would be so great he could break through the faux wall I was trying to keep in place.

“Connor,” I cried, my voice distant through the rush of beauty running through my ears and I was in danger of losing everything.

I clamped my mouth closed and forced myself to focus.On his body.The softness and warmth of his mouth as he tasted me, fingers pressing into me and twisting.

My sounds became quieter, forced out between clamped teeth and a tight jaw.

I would give him my orgasm.

He couldn’t have anything else.

As if he noticed the way I closed down, he stood abruptly, ripped his shirt over his head and grabbed my chin with his hands.His thumb went to my mouth and he pressed it against my lips.“Suck.”

I did as I was told, moaning around his flesh that carried the most intimate taste of me and met his gaze.

His midnight blue eyes were almost black.“Don’t hide from me.Not with this.”

I opened my mouth to challenge him and he kissed me, slammed his mouth to mine and shoved his fingers into my hair, leaning forward until my back met cold wood and the plates and glasses rattled.

“Connor.”My voice had a warning to it.

“I know what I said damn it.”

He kissed me again, one hand sliding down my body to my breast where he pinched and pulled on a nipple until I was arching into him, thrusting my sex against his denim-covered jeans, grabbing onto his arms, still trying to reply.

“You wanted this.”

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