Page 15 of Icing the Cougar
Between her legs, I cup her mound and make a swift, strong push to scoot her back on the cushion and get to work on heragain, my fingers finding the spot that makes her whimper and lean against me. It's hot as hell, and I'm impressed.
"Eat, sit, come," I say, and I grab the steak knife and stab it into the cushion between her legs. "All of it. Now, hop on to the handle and ride it slowly until someone approaches again."
Trinity stares at me like she can't believe what I've done, like she's never seen anything as outrageous as this. Then she pulls herself up so the knife is right there, and I'm in awe of how she's taking it, taking everything, even when it looks like it might be too much. She wants to prove me wrong, show me that she's not the one who's going to flake. She takes it all the way and just keeps going.
I enjoy watching Trinity ride the knife, her body arching, her breath catching, her whole self about to come undone.
Then she sags against me just as a waiter walks up to our table, trying to hide how badly she wants it. I’m not going to allow her a moment's relief though.
I reach under the tablecloth and give her clit a sharp pinch, making her buck and shudder and cling to me. Her head is on my shoulder, facing away from the waiter refilling our drinks, and she's gasping and moaning quietly, about to lose it right there in the restaurant, just like I wanted.
This is the craziest thing I've ever done, and the craziest thing she's everletme do. The server leaves so I release Trinity’s clitto lift the clean napkin to her lips as she opens for me to stuff it inside her mouth.
“Now, let go, sweetheart. Show me how far you’re willing to go with me. Come for me,” I growl into her ear and then sit back to watch this exquisite creature before me.
Trinity doesn't disappoint. She gives me the most beautiful sight I've ever seen, writhing and clenching and biting down on the napkin so hard that I think she might rip it in two. Her whole body is one long, delicious shudder as she finishes right there, the napkin stifling her cries.
I'm not letting her go tonight. I’m not done with her yet.
The air crackles between us on the way back to her place. She's glowing and breathless and looks at me like I'm insane. But she's the one who let me take her that far. I love how into it she was at dinner.
"You can't keep getting away with this," she says as we pull out of the restaurant parking lot. She actually has that fresh fucked look going, and God, she looks amazing.
"Getting away with what?" I'm driving with one hand and tugging her hand into my lap with the other.
"You know exactly what," she answers. "This is supposed to be the part where I change my mind, remember?"
I remember. And I love that she doesn't.
Trinity’s head falls back against the seat again, and this time she slides herself down, all the way down, undoing my belt and zipper and taking me in her mouth until I think I'm the one who’s going to lose it, right there in the car.
I manage to pull into a parking spot and get myself together enough to put the car in park and lean my head back on the headrest. She’s daring, and I’m as into it as I was the first time we hooked up.
She's hot, and she's got no shame. I know it won't last forever, but I don’t give a shit right now.
Trinity takes me all the way down her throat and sucks hard. “Fuck, Trin!” I yell out my release, filling her mouth with my hot cum.
This might just be the best kind of trouble I’ve ever been in.
Chapter 10
Trinity
"Wear this for me tonight at my game," are the first words out of Jasper’s mouth as he walks into my dance studio a few days after our epic steak house date.
I take the jersey in my hand. It’s got his scent on it. He must know this is how you mark your territory even more so than the passion marks he leaves on my body. You leave your number, your sweat, your smell. I can feel his breath on my neck, where the rest of him has been. He’s got a grip on more than just my arms. It's soft, but it hits hard. I want to say yes. I want to say no. Yet, I want to want it less because he’s so much younger than me.
"I’m going to look like a groupie," I say, my voice almost a whisper.
"Looks good on you," he replies, stepping even closer, making the room feel like it’s shrinking around us.
I breathe in the sharp pine and musk of his cologne, and my pulse starts racing, half panic, half thrill. Why am I this worked up about a hockey game? The damn jersey is all soft and bright in my arms, and I swear it’s beating like a second heart. My rational side is listing all the reasons to slow down, but the other side—the one that’s flushed and flustered and hopelessly turned on—knows exactly what it wants.
He doesn’t even say please.
"I want everyone to know you're there for me," he admits. It’s cocky and selfish and exactly why I’m doomed.
He turns, like he's going to leave me right here in this frenzy, but I catch his arm. "Jasper," I say. "You can’t just—"
