Page 86 of Scotch on the Rocks

“I need you higher,” he grunted, biceps curling beneath my arse. Dazed, I was slow to tuck my thighs at his ribs, bracing my back against the wall while he licked up my sternum. “So perfect.”

Why was he the only one doing the touching?

Reaching around my thigh, I had to strain to palm his incredible length through his shorts. I managed a single glide of my hand before he nudged me away. “Shit! No … no. You can’t do that.” He sounded so lust-drunk, I couldn’t believe he didn’t want it. “We’re just …fuck, we’re not having sex, we’re just fooling around.”

“This seems very one-sided.”

His hand found the band below my belly button andtraced down over the fabric. “I’ll go off the second you touch me, sweetheart.”

My answer was cut off by his appreciative, rumbling groan when his thumb brushed my tattoo again. “Lucky,” he murmured, those clever fingers prickling like electricity over my inner thigh, then lower. I whimpered, high and loud at the first stroke of my clit.

“Touch me properly.” I wanted him to pull my hair and hold me down until I screamed.

“No. Today we’re doing this soft and sweet,” he answered, gifting me with a torturous back and forth slide over the wet fabric. I bowed into the touch, pleasure skittering up my spine. “Look at me, Juniper, I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, I want your eyes when you come on my fingers.”

The words caught on something ragged in my chest, not smoothing, but soothing. A gentle balm to an old wound. He’d thought of me. Foryearshe’d thought of me. My lids cracked and I watched him, eyes all over me, damp hair falling across his forehead. He looked like a dream, blocking out the morning sun with his wide shoulders, his rock-hard length rolling against my thigh as his finger slipped beneath the bikini bottoms and inside me.

I bucked.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered against my ear, drawing a slow circle around me before adding a second finger. Pressing deep and withdrawing at a slow, maddening pace. My body came alive beneath his, sensation flooding me until I was writhing, trapped between him and the stone.

“I’m … I’m close,” I gasped less than a minute later. My words were laced with panic as the sensation snuck up on me.

“Fuck, that’s it … that’s it.” His attention was wrappedto the place between my thighs where I moved on him. “Trust me, sweetheart. I’ve got you, I’ll give you whatever you need.”

It should have taken an age for me to come this way, with nothing more than his mouth on my breast, his two fingers only teasing. But the sensation of water hitting every point of my sensitive skin had me exploding with small jerks and pealing moans, my body shuddering over and over as he continued to stroke me. I couldn’t be sure if I came more than once, one orgasm simply rolling into another and another, or if whatever magic he crafted with his fingers suspended time, holding me in that bliss until I was certain death waited on the other side of it.

When I finally collapsed against his chest, spent and panting, I asked the most stupid question to ever pass my lips. “Do you need to come?” Of course he did, his teeth were gritted, his entire body trembling with the force of holding back.

He nodded desperately, hands opening and closing on my hips. “Can I?”

Consumed with the need to see him lose control, I tore at the ties of his shorts. “You said you think of me, show me how.”

With a barked curse, his urgent fingers joined mine and he swore again as we knotted the strings tighter.

“Fuck it.” He yanked the waistband down enough so only his gorgeous cock slid free, standing proud and hard against his stomach. I didn’t even manage to drag my thumb across the tip before he snatched my hand away with a shudder. The tips of his cheeks stained red and he shook his head, like his eagerness embarrassed him. “I’m losing my mind. If I get inside you this is over, I’m not wasting our first fuck on this.”

“But I want to—”

“Not this time. I just want to look at you.” Scooping both of my hands in one of his, he held them above my head. The other he curled over my breast, thumb flicking over the piercing until it was almost raw as he pressed between my spread thighs and lodged his cock against my clit. “I’ve had a long time to think about it, have so many plans for our first time, sweetheart.” He rolled his hips, words sharpening into grunts. “Every one includes fucking you so long and slow, you can’t remember your own name.”

Despite the desperate tremor to his voice, every slide of his body against mine was unhurried. Measured. His mouth dropped open, leaving him slack-jawed as his attention pinged from my face to my breasts to my half-concealed pussy.

“Fuck … that feels unreal. All this time I knew you’d have the hottest little body, harpy. But you’re something else—” Unable to hold back my whimper, I arched my back, letting him see all of it. “Keep your eyes on me and bite your lower lip, give me that pissed off expression that gets me off.”

I complied, glancing up at him with a little smirk. His arms tensed around me.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he choked, pace faltering then picking up speed as he slid over my pussy again and again.

He was using my body to get himself off and it was the hottest thing I’d ever encountered. I found myself moaning, thrusting every time he did, driving him higher and higher. The fact I wasn’t even touching him only made me feel more powerful. Control wore many faces – and I knew without a doubt I controlled every moment of this.

He looked like a man possessed, gasping and snarling, thrusting against my body like he owned it. He’d gone fromseeing tomyevery need to selfishly taking his. “Juniper … Juniper.Fuck– can I come on your stomach?”

I nodded eagerly, barely hissing my agreement when he did exactly that.

He mouthed my name while he came. Wide, glassy eyes finding mine, as though the pleasure took him by surprise and he needed to be sure I was right there with him.

And I knew then, this went far beyondfooling around.

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