Page 141 of On Merit Alone
“If I asked you to spread your legs would you?”
I moaned, hesitating, but slowly I nodded.
“Do I still have permission to touch you whenever I feel like it?”
“You’re touching me now.”
“No,” he said. “Totouchyou, Six.”
I knew what he meant. My voice turned to rocks in my throat. “Here?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Preferably.”
“Why?”
“You’re tense,” he said, sucking the skin on my neck in a way that couldn’t be mistaken. Those hands on my hips squeezing and scooting me back so that we were damn near sharing a stool as he tucked my ass up against his groin. His heavy member pronouncing his intentions before he said it clearly himself. His gruff whisper put all the wondering to rest. “Let me ease you up, baby.”
I think I whimpered, snaking a hand backward so that I could grasp his neck and anchor his mouth on my body.
He chuckled. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you. Just open up for me, alright?”
My legs fell open, his words like a key for me as his hands roamed my body, gripping the inside of my thighs hungrily as he set me where he wanted me. Right on his hardness. We both groaned at the contact there and then he went right back to devouring my neck, his hands eating up the expanse of my body over my towel.
He cupped my chest with both hands, squeezing me hard andeliciting a breathy sound from me. This got me an appreciative rumble as my earlobe was sucked into his mouth. I moaned as I squirmed, happy to feel him. One of his hands slipped upward to cup around my collarbone, his thumb slipping around the bottom of my throat as he anchored me to him, and I think I liked it judging by the way I mewled.
Ira noticed and damn near growled into my ear, “You like my hands on you, Six?”
“Yes,” I panted.
His voice dropped even more. And he slipped his palm down to slowly slide across my sex, still over the towel. “You like them anywhere on you?”
“Everywhere,” I corrected.
He hummed his approval, and I gasped as he started to rub slow circles into my center. His other hand slipped under the knot of my towel and swallowed the round of my breast as he rolled a nipple between his fingers. The friction was overwhelming, and I wanted to feel it everywhere. As he rubbed, my hips circled, and I could feel the sensational feeling of both his body against me and his hands working on me. I wanted more of him and was prepared to take it.
“I fucking love it when you get greedy, Six,” he suddenly ground out in a gravelly voice. “But me and my dick can’t take much more of you squirming around in my lap like a little cocktease. And this is supposed to be for you.”
Something about the gruffness of his voice and the filth of his mouth had me shuddering. It was so unlike him to talk to me like that. I think it just became my new favorite thing.
“Touch me, Ira,” I whimpered softly. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and in one smooth motion, his fingers were knocking the front flap of my towel aside and sliding into the slickness of my warmth.
He groaned. I groaned. We both cursed. And then Ira was ducking his head around my shoulder and taking my mouth with hisin a punishing, bruising, damning kiss. A kiss so sweet, with his tongue in my mouth and his hand gripping my hair to keep me in place, that I was soon grinding my hips along his other hand in chase of my release.Now.
He edged me torturously, alternating between dipping low into my wetness and dragging it achingly over my sensitive areas. Pinching that soft bundle of nerves gently before petting it sweetly in apology. He was driving me so crazy with his alternating speeds that I was little more than a panting begging mess in no time at all.
I think he kissed me harder so he wouldn’t have to hear me beg him. He was serious about not wanting to hear me beg.
“Please,” I let slip out as we pulled back just far enough to breathe.
His nostrils flared. “Don’t beg me, Six. I can’t say no to you, and you’re not fucking done.”
“No, Ira. I need it now. From you,” I said. “Please?”
