Page 58 of The Worst Kind of Promise
My fingers seek a newly washed shirt, but I don’t pull it out of the drawer. “And?”
“And?”
I feel my Adam’s apple roll down my firm jugular, a low growl emitting from my lips. “Did it work?”
Screw the shirt. I push the drawer closed and turn toward her, keeping my back flush against the cold surface of the dresser, hoping that it’ll be enough to ground me. The closeness, her cum on my fingers, the little noises she made—it’s all a double whammy to my senses, threatening to buckle my knees.
She blushes and rolls her lips inward. “No.”
“Good. Maybe that’ll teach you not to fuck with things that aren’t yours,” I snap, my tone rife with acrid bitterness.
“Excuse me?”
The muscles in my back knit, aggravating the fiery stretch in my chest. “Did I stutter?”
Faye scoots herself all the way to the edge of the bed, looking like she’s about to pitch forward, but I step into her space with two strides, forcing her butt back down on the mattress. There’s a defiant glitter in her eyes, her mouth drawn into a little pout, her perky breasts puffed out in a mirage of confidence. I cage her chin with my fingers, encouraging her to look up at me.
“I own your pussy, Faye. I’m the only one that gets to make you come. No incompetent vibrator, not your fingers, nothing. Do you understand?”
Instead of the unbending compliance I was expecting, her stare perforates me, challenges me, practically makes me fall to my knees. “Oh, Kit. If you’re jealous, just say so,” she drawls, and then she skirts her tongue along her lower lip, inches from my hands.
My self-control is as thin as a thread, and Faye just keeps tugging. “Jealous of three inches? Princess, you know I havea lotmore than that.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
That’s it. If she’s not going to shut her smart mouth, I’ll shut it for her.
My hand moves from her chin to the hair spilling down her shoulder, and I wrap it around my fist, pulling harshly until she bares the length of her throat to me. “You’re a fucking brat,” I snarl, bringing her close enough that she can feel my breath on her face, so close I could easily spit into her mouth and make her swallow.
Her jaw twitches, but her gaze never yields. “What are you going to do, Kit? Are you going to spank me?” There’s a taunting lilt to her voice, like she doesn’t think I will, or she’s using some kind of reverse psychology on me because that’sexactlywhat she wants. And even though I’d love nothing more than to tease her and make her beg for it, I can’t wait that long. I need to be inside her—fingers, tongue, cock, it doesn’t matter.
I let her hair go as her head rears back from the force, and wordlessly, I go over to lock the door, allowing myself a modicum of relief that nobody will be able to walk in on what’s about to transpire. My enlarged cock is close to combusting, so painfully erect that my balls ache. I can feel the slick pre-cum on the inside of my shorts, and even though the fabric is breathable, it’s somehow suffocating at the same time.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, drooling at the neat triangle of hair above her wet vagina.
I know she wants to resist me—I can see it on her face. But just like me, Faye is only human, and she’s never going to give up a chance to be pleasured.
She does as I say—albeit tentatively—and the calluses on my palms scratch the smooth flesh of her thighs, tiny ministrations that already have her squirming for more. Without wasting any more time, I latch my lips to hers, and there’s no preamble before my tongue explores the inside of her mouth, tasting the mint from her toothpaste. And then when I grow tired of the gentle teases and strokes, my tongue devours hers, our spit conjoining together.
When I pull away, I push both her knees to one side, moving my hands from her legs to the curve of her ass, squeezing her bare cheeks.
She groans, and I cover her mouth with one of my hands.
“If we’re going to do this, you have to keep that pretty mouth shut,” I whisper. “Even though I love those little noises you make.”
She involuntarily makes some kind of whiny noise that’s a cross between a moan and a mewl.
“Fuck, just like that.” I send a titillating slap to her ass, feeling the skin recoil under my fingers, and she rattles off a bunch of breaths that never fully form words. I can’t see her backside, but I know I spanked her hard enough to leave her red and sore.
I whip my attention back to the intoxicating nectar between her legs, and a shot of ice-cold need jets through me. Painstakingly, I spread her thighs apart, breaking my own rule as a throaty rumble sounds deep in my chest.
“Look at you, Princess. Dripping wet for me, and I haven’t even fucked you with my tongue yet,” I say, languishing kisses all over the inside of her legs, clamping my fingernails into her skin to hold her in place. Faye’s back arches when my teeth lock around a sensitive spot, sucking, bruising, driving her closer to the edge.
“Kit…”
“What do you want to come on? My fingers or my tongue? You have to show me what a good girl you are if you want my cock.” Just thinking of giving her my cock has my lower stomach cramping, fiery emblems of heat consuming me from head to toe.
“Tongue. I need your tongue.Now,” she orders, thighs quivering, hands clawing helplessly at my shoulders.
