Page 83 of Tinsel in Telluride

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and narrows her gaze, waiting for me to slide the fabric from my shoulders.

Only I don’t.

I let it hang, giving her just a sliver of skin down my chest and abdomen.

She wants me naked and exposed for her. I want her desperate and aching for me.

“Oh, you’re a little tease, aren’t you, baby?” she tsks.

I stumble mid spin and look over my shoulder, making sure I heard her correctly. I’ve never been one to like pet namesfor myself, but from her, thatterm of endearment has never sounded so damn good.

“I don’t have to be.” I suck my thumb into my mouth and proceed to draw a line down the center of my chest, stopping to finger each of the silver bars in my nipples before dragging it through the tuft of hair below my belly button. “Come play with me.”

She shakes her head, but her eyes never stray from where I’ve hooked my thumb in my waistband. “Not until you’re naked and begging me to come.”

Say less.

I lower my hand to my belt, sliding it open and easing down the zipper of my pants. That is until movement halts my action, and I glance up to watch as Leigh uncrosses her legs and props one up on the back of the accent chair in front of her. The move forces the shirt she’s wearing—my shirt—to bunch around her hips, giving me a view of her perfect cunt.

My hand drops to trace the lump in my pocket that is the panties I stole from her earlier.

This is what karma looks like.

I did this to myself by keeping a reminder of our time in the gondola, and then again—just now— by teasing her.

And. I. Fucking. Love. It.

In one fluid moment I push my jeans down and step out of them, all the while watching as she trails her fingertips up and down her thigh, dipping dangerously close to her drenched pussy each time.

Her gaze falls to my boxer briefs, and she licks her lips. “Take your dick out, Luca.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I obey, dragging them down until my cock springs free.

Leigh lets out a string of curses that register as nothing but praise. Her gaze takes me in and I’m living for it. I don’t even need to touch myself. I just need her.

Her commands.

Her attention.

Her love.

Fuck.

If I could only be so lucky.

One day at a time.

That’s what she said.

Don’t get ahead of myself.

“Now show me how you fuck yourself.” Her command grounds me, pulling me back from the edge of my almost spiral.

I suck in an audible breath as I wrap my hand around my swollen cock, wishing it was the soft, dainty fingers she’s using to circle her clit.

“Look at you,” she mumbles, almost to herself, desperate need shining in her eyes. “You’re dripping.”

“That’s what you do to me,” I reply through clenched teeth, running my fingers over the weeping head of my cock. “You reduce me to nothing more than a cum spigot.”

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