Page 77 of Dirty Play

“Come here,” he orders, patting his lap. I hesitate for just a second before his strong hands haul me onto his lap. I gasp against him, my dress slipping off my dangling feet as I part them to straddle his lap.

“Feel what you do to me.” Rowan’s hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer as he rocks me against him. I can feel his hard length pressing against me, and a rush of heat washes over me. I roll my hips against him, wanting more.

“God, Livia,” he breathes, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I think I like you this needy.” I bite my lip, pushing myself closer.

His dark laughter vibrates through me, that familiar cocky glint in his gaze.

“You think you can handle me?”

“I think we’ve established that I can.” I arch an eyebrow, feeling bold again.

With a smile, he grips my waist and stands up with me wrapped around him. My legs lock behind his back, and I hear the sound of to-go boxes being slid across wood as he shoves them away.

He sets me down on the table, pressing against my spread legs while he keeps kissing down my neck.

“Rowan, someone might see,” I try to protest, but it’s weak.

“They can watch if they have a death wish,” he says before pressing himself harder.

His right hand slides up my thigh, fingers brushing against my skin, teasingly close to my core. My breath catches as he finds my panties, his fingers gently pushing the fabric to the side, exposing me to him.

“God,” I whisper, feeling the cool air against my wetness.

I arch my back as he finds my clit, his fingers circling and playing with me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.

“So sensitive,” he coos.

“Rowan, please,” I beg, the need for more overwhelming.

“Please, what?” he teases, pressing a kiss to my collarbone before focusing back on my core, his fingers relentless in their exploration. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I breathe, urgency lacing my words.

“Want me how?” His gaze locks onto mine, dark and playful. “Want me to make this pussy come?”

“Yes! I need you to…”

He pushes his fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips.

“I like it when you’re needy, too,” he says, giving my words back to me. He starts moving his fingers in and out as his thumb circles my clit.

With each stroke, I feel myself teetering on the edge, pleasure flooding my senses.

“Let it all go for me,” he grits out, his fingers moving faster, more insistent.

The tension snaps, and I’m falling, the wave of pleasure crashing over me as I come undone against his fingers, my body shaking with the release.

His fingers still work me through my orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

As the waves subside, I gasp for breath, my body still humming with the aftershocks of ecstasy.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, a satisfied look playing in his eyes before he leans closer.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers, brushing his lips against mine in a slow, teasing kiss.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

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