Page 79 of Play Dirty
“Trust you?” I raise a brow. “Where are you going with this?”
Her hand moves toward the straps of her dress, not hesitating as she slips it off. “Do you trust me?” The question is a low purr. “You told me not to trust you. But I want to. And I want your trust. So I'll ask again, "Do you trust me?”
The black tennis dress pools at her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but black lacey cheeky panties. Her body perfectly defined, every inch glorious, begging to be touched. My cock stirs, and my mouth has forgotten how to move. My lungs seize as she closes in. Her hands cup both of my cheeks as she lowers my face to meet her gaze. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The response is immediate, and Shiloh breathes. Her body relaxes against mine, one of her hands trails down my chest, and I freeze.
Not out of fear, but out of the terrifying realization that I’d let her destroy me. And I’d thank her for it.
She touches the edge of my waistband, toying with the drawstring of my sweats like it's a fuse she’s about to light. Then, without warning, her hand slips inside. I hiss through my teeth as her small, cold hand makes contact with my heated skin.
I’m fucking hard, pulsing, and already leaking for her.
“Shiloh,” I whisper, but it’s really a warning. A plea. A fucking desperate prayer for more.
Always more.
Thankfully, she doesn’t stop. I try to look away, but her grip tightens around me, her strokes slow and intentional.
“Look at me,” She rasps out. “It’s me, Blondie. It’s me touching you.”
She squeezes my cock with just enough pressure to tease, to pull me from the abyss and drown me in her. My hips twitch forward, and she smirks like she knew they would. She has me wrapped around her finger— I just got the memo too late.
Her lips graze my throat, a feeling so unfamiliar that it causes me to shiver; her breath is warm and soothing. My hand moves over the curve of her ass and up the length of her spine. “You’re so easy to break when you let me in.”
And I am.
I fucking am.
Only for her.
My head tilts back as I bite down a moan, every nerve in my body drawn tight and vibrating. My dull world erupts into blinding colors. She kisses down my neck, before she pulls away, and I feel her sink to her knees before I canopen my eyes . The world begins to spin as my hand moves towards the top of her head. She shakes her head, “No touching, Nico. Only looking.”
No touching.
I let out a breathless scoff. How could she possibly ask me not to? When that’s all I want to do. The man who can’t tolerate the feelings of others yearns to touch her. However, I’d do anything she asks of me, so I drop my hand. Even if it kills me.
Her fingers curl around the waistband of my sweats and pull them down, slow and deliberate. She doesn't look away — not even when my cock springs free, thick and flushed, leaking with need.
I watch her.
Watch as her mouth opens. Watch as her lips wrap around my throbbing length.
Fuck.
My hands fist at my sides as she takes me in, warm and wet, her tongue dragging along the underside of my cock like she wants to destroy me from the inside out. She moans low in her throat, and it vibrates through my entire fucking body. My legs tremble, and I bite down hard on the inside of my cheeks just to keep from losing it.
I watch as she pulls back slightly, still stroking me with her hand, slick and confident. “Look at me.” She commands— I obey.
Her eyes are sharp and unwavering, even with my cock in her mouth. There’s nothing gentle here— only purpose and control. “Shi.” I rasp out as my balls draw tight and heavy, heat pooling in my core. My jaws clench as my entire body locks up so tight —I think I might snap.
She pulls off completely, her hand never stopping, her other palm pressed flat against my abdomen. Through lashes, she looks up and whispers. “Nicolas Reyes… Are you a liar?”
My chestheaves. My knees threaten to give out. “No.” I breathe, but even that’s a lie.
That’s all she needs, before her strokes quicken. Squeezing just right. This time, I can’t hold it in. I come with a broken cry, her name slipping past my lips like a confession. My body convulsing, heat tearing through me as she milks me through it.
And the worst part?
