Page 36 of Dealing Dirty
“You dirty girl.”
She giggles, tugging me by the forearm into the dark space and shutting the door. It’s utterly silent. The buzz of adrenaline mixes with excitement, nearly suffocating me. I blindly swipe a hand in front of me, needing the press of her body against mine.
I’m startled by the sudden heat of her hands sliding along my lower abdomen from behind. She glides them over my hips and toward the front of my shirt where the rake of her nails lightly teases the skin above my jeans.
I bite back a groan.
“Press your back against the wall,” she commands, trailing her touch over my arm as she slinks around to my front.
It’s pitch-black in here, but I easily find the cool cement wall behind me. I do as she asks, pressing my back against it and waiting for her to take the lead.
Her sweet, warm breaths echo above the pulse pounding in my head. I’m hard as granite, straining uncomfortably against the front of my jeans. The prolonged anticipation is a torture I didn’t know I would enjoy.
The women I’ve been with before Juliana were great in their own way, but none had my palms twitching or mind racing this way.
Only Juliana has this effect on me.
“I’m going to touch you now, but you can only touch me if I allow it. Say yes if you understand.”
Fuck. I may faint from all the blood rushing to my dick.
“Yes,” I manage.
There’s a breathy pause. “No kissing. Do you understand?”
In the darkness, I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. I want nothing more than to ravage her mouth with mine. I want to swallow her moans and bite at her plump lips until they’re swollen red. To taste her and show her how good sex can be when I’m sucking and licking her skin, bringing her to the brink of insanity just to guide her away from the ledge.
Reluctantly, I agree. “Yes.”
I’m oddly embarrassed by the noise I make when my shirt collar slowly tugs down and she presses her hot lips over my collarbone. The simple caress is a silent demand to be still, and there’s something refreshing about her take-charge attitude. It’s undeniably sexy.
One, two, three—I count her trail of kisses until she stops to swipe her wicked tongue along the length of bone connected to my sternum.
“Juliana,” I whisper as she tastes me, and her responding chuckle sends a shock straight to my pelvis.
“I want to feel you,” she whispers against me. Splaying her hands over my pecs, she tugs. “Take your shirt off, please.”
I force myself to go slowly so she’ll think I’m keeping my cool, but I’m two seconds away from detonating. It’s my job to undo her, but here I am, practically begging for mercy.
The scrape of her nails on my skin is just enough to sting. She drags them over the hard planes of my abdomen, obliques, and then to theVthat cuts across my hips just above my jeans. The muted sounds of laughter and clinking glasses come from behind the wall and under the door. The idea of being caught only heightens the thrill.
A gasp leaves my lips when her knees hit the ground directly in front of me. Is she…?
Oh,fuck.
I moan when she makes quick work of my belt and slowly pulls my zipper down, bit by bit.
She reaches a smooth hand into my briefs and wraps it around me tightly. I’m already imagining what I want to do to her before we even do it, and as soon as I take control of our little game, I’m going to make her legs quiver with the force of her orgasm.
My chest bursts with pure male pride at the gift of her quiet, surprised gasp once I’m freed.
“I want to leave this room with red rings around my dick,” I say breathless, picturing her beautiful face with bright red lipstick smeared over her lips and cheeks.
The puff of her breath tingles the nerves at the tip just before she flicks her tongue over me.
Instinctively, I buck forward.
“Ah, ah,” she tsks, teasing me again by blowing over the spot.
