Page 26 of Clashing
Oh.Oh.Maybe I wanted to be tied down. I lowered my other hand to touch myself, and he snatched it as well, pinning it with my other one.Okay, yeah, I could be tied up by him.
He pushed his forehead to mine, a challenge clear in his striking eyes. “You testing me, Scarlett?”
“Maybe.”
He cursed and captured both my wrists with one hand. With the other, he thrust two fingers into my pussy and pumped them in and out of me at a relentless pace that curled my toes.
His hair tickled my skin where he trailed kisses along my neck to my ear. “Keep your hands where they are.”
He continued fingering me and dragged his mouth over my body as he tugged on my shirt, exposing my bra. His mouth closed around my hardened nipple through the lacy fabric. That texture, combined with his wet mouth, made my eyes roll back.
Pleasure scattered through my body, overflowing my nerves until I was sure I’d burst. Still sensitive from the earlier tease, the orgasm built fast. I gripped his head and let out a throaty sound, so close to exploding. Then he pulled away. Again.
“Ryker,” I whined, reaching for my throbbing core.
He pinned my hands at my sides. “You didn’t listen. I told you not to move your hands.”
“If you don’t cut it out, I’m not having sex with you.”
He chuckled and placed one of my hands over his crotch. His erection twitched against my palm. Thick and ready to fuck. I inhaled shakily, and he brushed his lips over mine. “You were saying?”
That’s unfair.I was practically creaming at this point. I’d already had him twice tonight; why did I want him again already?
“Be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.” He cradled my head and kissed me.
How do I become putty in his hands?Worse, he knew I was putty in his hands. He lifted me off the counter, our mouths never parting. I wrapped my arms around his neck and chased his tongue with mine while he carried me to the bedroom and set me next to the bed.
His gaze raked over my body with such focused attention, I could almost feel it. “Strip.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What?”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “Take your clothes off.”
“I don’t—” My cheeks heated. “I don’t know how to do it in a sexy way.”
“Scarlett, you’re taking your clothes off for me. What part of that isn’t sexy? I don’t care how you do it. I just want to watch.” He kissed my stomach. A sharp contrast to a second later when he smacked my ass. “Remember, be a good girl.”
The slap electrified my body. Whatever hold he had on me, I couldn’t shake it. I stepped away and peeled my shirt off. His gaze lowered to my breasts and hips before returning to my eyes. His studying stare, thick with lust, boosted my confidence.It’s pretty dark in here anyway. It’s not like he can see much.
I unhooked my bra and let the straps fall down my arms. He licked his lips, and his voice came out in a gravelly rasp. “Don’t stop.”
I coiled my fingers in my skirt and lowered it to my ankles, then stepped out of it. His gaze roamed my naked body, focusing on where excitement glistened at the apex of my thighs.
“Fuck. Come here.” I walked toward him, but he held up a hand. “No. Crawl.”
“I’m not crawling.”
“It wasn’t a request. Be a good girl, and crawl to me.” He rested his forearms on his thighs. “I’ll reward you when you get here.”
My throat dried. Unable to help myself, I drew my thighs together. He beckoned me. Part of me screamed to be a brat, but the other part loved the demanding presence.
So, I sank to the ground and crawled.
The closer I got, the more his pupils dilated. The more the muscle in his jaw strained. It urged me forward until I was within reach. He yanked on my ponytail. “Take your hair down.”
My pussy throbbed, and I shuddered. “It’ll look bad.” I ran my hand over my ponytail. “It’s been up all day.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Take it down.” He snatched my chin. “I thought you were going to be good for me, so I can be good to you.”
