Page 6 of Only For Your Touch
“What do you want from me?” he asked, his finger pausing over her clit. He wanted the words, the instruction. Wanted to see how far she would go…see how far she would take them. Even in the dim light of the alley, he caught the twin flags of color staining her cheeks. Her lips parted, moved, but nothing emerged. As if an internal battle between good girl and vixen waged inside her. That was okay. He wanted her to struggle, too.
“Rub my clit,” she whispered. When he obeyed, circling her flesh in a soft, almost gentle caress, she rolled her hips. “Harder,” she said, that hint of iron entering her voice again. “Do it harder.”
Lust barreled through him, transforming the air in his lungs to steam. Holding her bright stare, he stroked the engorged nub, bringing his entire finger into play. He didn’t hold back—played with it, plucked it, pinched it, until her clit vibrated under his touch, and her body trembled with the onset of orgasm.
“Fuck me.” She moaned. “Put your fingers inside me. I need…” Her head tipped back between her stretched arms. “Make me explode.”
A snarl ripped from his throat, and before she finished her demand, he buried two fingers deep and high inside her. She screamed, rising onto the toes of her boots.
“Goddamn.” Her tight sex sucked him deep, spasmed around him. His cock, so swollen, so hard, damn near hurt with the need to replace his hand. To feel all her silken, slick heat squeeze it in the most erotic embrace. “How are you even taking this much, baby?” He slowly withdrew, leaving only his fingertips inside her clenching entrance. Without warning, he thrust back inside, and flesh quivered, rippling against him, gripping him as if refusing to let him go again. “Goddamn,” he repeated, planting an openmouthed, wet kiss under her jaw. “You are two sizes too small and utterly fucking perfect.”
Lowering his head, he raked the edge of his teeth over her nipple, then drew it deep, pulling hard as he once more plunged into her, wringing another cry from her. With every stroke, his fist bumped her soaked folds, driving her toward the orgasm she’d demanded he give her. He didn’t hold back, every thrust, every stroke stretching her, shaking her. She danced for him like a marionette, but she was pulling the strings.
“Now.” She lifted her head, eyes gleaming, her lovely face strained in a mask of pure lust. “Now, damn it.”
Again, that thrill careened through him, as did the need to obey. Without removing his gaze from hers, he caught her nipple between his teeth, lashed it with his tongue and surged deep into her, hooking his fingers. Pressing hard against a smooth patch of skin she’d probably heard existed but hadn’t touched herself.
She stiffened a second before a long, keening cry erupted from her lips. Her slick walls clamped down on his fingers, rippling in an orgasm that shook her entire body.Fuck, she was gorgeous in release. Eyes glazed in lust, skin glistening under the weak light, her breasts quivering, and her sex… It drenched him, milked him. One stroke of his erection. Just one, and he would shoot off like a fucking schoolboy at his first glance of a tit. That’s how hard, how on edge she had him.
Gradually, her shudders faded, and her flesh eased its tight clasp. Gently, he withdrew, but as he did, every recrimination that lust had held off rushed in. As if just waiting for the opportunity to flood his head with everyWhat the fuck?andAre you out of your goddamn mind?that being with Corrine had smothered.
What the hell am I doing? Thinking?he berated himself as he dragged her pants back up her legs and rearranged her top so she was fully covered. After contemplating his belt for several seconds, he reached into his pocket, removed the switchblade he usually carried, and cut her free. Still calling himself all kinds of idiotic.
Phones or cameras weren’t allowed in the club because of just what he’d been doing with Corrine, but that didn’t mean people didn’t find ways to sneak them in. Though he’d had the presence of mind to exit the hallway, anyone could’ve snapped a photo of them together before then. Or even of her getting finger-fucked by him in the alley. Could’ve caught her coming around his hand, her beautiful face tight with her orgasm. Vulnerable in pleasure. The alley had been empty, but definitely not secure. What kind of asshole did that make him? It wasn’t the audience; one of his vices was taking a woman with others watching, observing how she submitted her body into his care. Witnessing her twist and burn in ecstasy and knowing it was his to give or hold back as he saw fit. No, the voyeurism wasn’t the problem.
But there was a specific place for that, and the bathroom hallway or the alley behind the club wasn’t it. In the secure, private sanctuary of The Loft, they indulged in whatever kinks and desires they wanted. He had no business touching her here, out in public.
And though she’d burned like the most beautiful flame for him, had caused him to damn near come in his pants, she was still naïve to his world. Hunger had burned in her eyes, but he had no doubt she didn’t usually indulge in what they’d just done.
Plus, there still remained the issue of putting not just her at risk from exposure, but the club—his best friends.
When his family had first moved to the predominantly Irish-American neighborhood of South Boston, Sasha had been a skinny runt with a thick accent that made the very little English he possessed hard to understand. For two years, he’d had his ass kicked daily. Not that he’d just laid down and taken the beatings, but no one had stepped in to help the Russian kid with the chip on his shoulder that was only outsized by his mouth. Not until four kids cornered him in the bathroom one afternoon, and two boys from his third-grade class had waded into the fight, throwing fistsforSasha instead of at him. From that day forward, Rion Ward and Killian Vincent had owned his loyalty.
It didn’t matter if he had a more difficult time settling into this new domain of the businessman than Rion and even Killian did. Sasha would sacrifice his life for them. And he’d protect their new one.
Even from himself.
Becoming a salacious headline for some tabloid wasn’t protecting them but throwing everything they’d worked for to the damn wolves. Seeing CLUB OWNER SEXES MOB PRINCESS as the top story on a gossip rag or website wouldn’t instill confidence in a membership that depended on their discretion. It would threaten what the three of them had built.
Corrine had to go. Before he did something they would both regret. Like replace his fingers with his dick and damn the consequences.
“Go home.” He shifted back, ignoring the flinch she couldn’t completely hide. She didn’t even realize he was doing her a favor. “It’s naïve to think you won’t be recognized here. And we don’t need that kind of publicity. You’re a liability. One we can’t afford.”
He deliberately said “we,” reminding himself that he wasn’t the only one at risk. After issuing the warning, he pivoted sharply, stalking away from her.Escaping, a snide voice whispered across his skull. He’d already taken several steps when her soft “Wait” stopped him. It shouldn’t have reached him over the loud music that seeped outside through the back door…and if every one of his senses wasn’t attuned to her, that orgasm-roughened voice probably wouldn’t have. But it did, and he stopped. Even knowing he should’ve kept going.
“What does it mean?” she called out. “L-li-lisichka?”
Her fumbling over the foreign pronunciation shouldn’t have been endearing. Shouldn’t have made him want to turn around, return to her, and taste the sound of his homeland on her lips. He curled his fingers into tight fists and pressed them against his thighs, clenching his jaw until it throbbed in objection.
Don’t answer. Walk. The fuck. Away.
“Little fox,” he murmured. Unable tonotlook at her, he glanced over his shoulder, his gaze settling on the fire of her hair. Her lips parted, those gorgeous green eyes slightly widening. “It means little fox,” he repeated before jerking the door open and waiting for her to enter the building. Once she slid past him, he strode into hallway, and without a backward glance, into the crowd. Away from her.
Away from the temptation of that mouth he could too easily imagine sliding over his cock. Away from the beautiful breasts he’d wanted to introduce to his dick since his mouth had made their acquaintance. Away from the too-tight pussy that had damn near bruised his fingers with its slick, quivering walls.
And if he forced his arm to remain by his side so he wouldn’t lift his hand to inhale the sultry, sweet scent she’d coated him in, well, shit.
His will was stronger than he’d given it credit for.
