Page 42 of The Plan

“I can do whatever thefuckI want.” Yikes.

“Anyone ever told you you're a cock blocker?” My eyes widen just as the words slip past my lips because I didn’t mean to say that out loud, and he looks like he’s about to pull a big bad wolf and blow the damn house down.

“How drunk are you, Vidia?”

I burst into a laugh at his assumption. “I’m actually very sober.”

“So you’re not drunk and dumb. Youwantme to fuck someone up tonight.”

“You can fuck me up.” I shrug, and his anger quickly fades as he studies every inch of my body.

He takes a step between my legs and puts his arm on the wall behind me. Slowly, he leans in and looks into my eyes. “Did you let him touch you?” It’s so entertaining seeing how jealous he is.

“Today or ever?”

He immediately takes a step back, and I don’t think that was the right answer. “You’re going home. Get up.”

I break into a laugh at how done with me he sounds. “I’m joking, Sire. I don’t sleep with basketball players.” I pull his shirt so he’s close again. “Baseball players are more my type, remember?”

He looks into my eyes and leans in but stops right before our lips meet. “Did he touch you or not, Vidia?” Okay, I’m done with this.

“No. He didn’t, coño.” I pull him all the way in before he can stop again, and our lips finally meet. This kiss is way too rushed, but I don’t make any effort to slow it down. Gliding my tongue against his lips, he gets the hint and allows me entrance.

He fidgets with the strings keeping my skirt in one piece, trying to undo them. I pull away just a bit. “Don’t, just move them aside.” Quickly connecting the kiss again, I guide one of his hands between my legs.

While I work the belt off his pants, I feel him smiling, and he pulls back. “You’re impatient.”

“And this isn’t friendly.”

He grunts and leans in again, kissing me harder than before. I’m struggling with his stupid belt and don’t want to break the kiss again, so I rub his erection over his pants. He groans into my mouth, and then he swallows my moan as he moves my underwear to the side and enters me with two fingers.

I finally get his belt off and slide my hand into his pants. I’m only able to stroke him once when he grabs my hand, stopping me. “Uh uh.” Fine. Riding his fingers, I work my hands in his shirt, wanting to feel some part of him.

There’s a knock at the door, but neither of us stops. He rubs circles on my clit, then breaks the kiss just as I let out a moan. “Shh.” He kisses his way from my jaw to my neck and begins to suck.

This time, whoever’s at the door knocks a little bit harder. "Is everything all right in there?"

Sire rubs me again, adding more pressure, and I let out a louder moan. "Speak. Tell her you'll be out in a minute." I look at him with hazed eyes. How the fuck does he want me to do that while he's getting me off?

He looks at me and starts to slow down as I gain the courage to speak up. "I'll be right—" Oh my god. He adds another finger, and I bite down on my lip to muffle my moan.

With the hand that isn’t three fingers deep in me, he pulls my bottom lip from between my teeth and kisses me as he pulls my top to the side.

He pulls away from the kiss to get a good look, and when he does, another grunt escapes him. I rock harder against his hand, and he leans forward, taking my nipple between his teeth.

Taking one hand from out his shirt, I run my fingers through his hair and pull his head up, kissing his neck, marking him like he did me. He picks up the pace as he fingers me, and I bite down on him to muffle my sounds.

“Fuck, Vid.” At the familiar feeling in my stomach, I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut, and I really hope that girl walked away from the door because I don't think I can hold in my moans anymore.

“Don’t stop.” He goes harder and rubs his thumb against my clit. I let out a gasp, and he leans in, planting one slow, soft kiss on my lips, then does the exact opposite of what I just said and pulls away, leaving me empty.

“I didn’t—”

“I know you didn’t finish. You’re not my girlfriend, so do it yourself.” Is he fucking serious right now? I let out a frustrated sigh and fix my top as he looks down at the fingers he just had in me and watches them glisten. “Clean it.” He holds out his finger to me, but there is no way I’m giving him the satisfaction of licking them.

“You clean it.” Without hesitation, he glides his tongue along his fingers. My body betrays me, and I let out a whimper. He smirks at me, and I’m debating on kicking him right in his dick because if he doesn’t have blue balls right now, he’ll have bruised ones.

“If you want to finish, don’t let me stop you.” He leans against the wall and crosses his arms. I slowly slide my hand up my skirt, but when his eyes flick down, I stop.

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