Page 188 of Fangs
“Yes, what?” The asshole’s mouth twisted in a smirk.
I glared at him. “What? Do you want me to say ‘please’?”
His smirk widened. “A little politeness never hurts, but no, I want to hear that mouth describe all the things you want me to do.”
“Mysmartassmouth?” I cocked an eyebrow, experimentally tugging against his grip on my wrists, but he didn’t budge.
His eyes looked black in the dim light, and he smiled wide, his teeth flashing. “Yes, that one.”
I could feel my doubt, self-consciousness, and grief threatening to rise, but I had just enough alcohol left in my system to ignore it.
“I want you to make me come until I’m dripping all over your fingers,” I breathed, my mouth curling into a smirk when surprise flashed across his face again.
“Smartass, filthy mouth,” he teased, grinning.
My nipples drew tight, and he released my chin to kiss my neck, still pinning my wrists to the wall. He wasn’t particularly tall, but I was particularly short, and he easily took control of my body. His teeth nipped my skin where my neck met my shoulder, and I gasped, but his tongue followed, soothing the pain away. His free hand slid down my body, stroking my sides, and even though he stayed on top of my shirt, his touch made me shudder. My tongue traced his lips, demanding entry, and he parted them for me. When I brushed his tongue with mine, he made a low sound in the back of his throat that made me ache. I wanted more. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, to chase away the heavy sorrow on my skin. I wanted to feel good without any strings attached. No deep emotions, no baring of my soul, just pleasure.
His tongue stroked into me mercilessly, and I tilted my head, deepening the kiss. His hand moved from my side to my breasts, fingertips trailing over my hard nipples and tracing circles around them. The worn fabric of my sleep T-shirt made just enough of a barrier between our skin to be tantalizing. His mouth abruptly left mine, and I gasped as his lips closed over one fabric-covered nipple, his tongue flicking out and twirling, wetting the thin fabric enough to cling to my skin. When his mouth moved to my other breast, the cool night air mixed with my wet shirt made a moan escape from my mouth. He repeated his ministrations to my other nipple and grazed the hard nub with his teeth, making me jolt and my core throb. He chuckled, and then he was kissing me again, tongue insistent and demanding. Every time I moved, my wet shirt dragged across my nipples, and I had to bite back a whimper.
His hand traveled down to grip my ass, pulling me even tighter against him. “I’ve been dreamin’ about getting my hands on you like this,” he groaned.
“Then put your hands on me,” I demanded.
“Gods, you’re bossy,” he mused, pulling back to grin at me.
“You told me to tell you what to do.” I tried to pull my wrists free again, but his grip tightened. I glared at him, but he just looked amused. “If you’re not up for it, I’m sure I could go wake up Tuck,” I added with false sweetness.
Emotion I couldn’t quite read flashed through his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
“Don’t put words in my mouth,” he said smoothly, and then he grabbed the waistband of my sleep shorts and yanked me closer, his hand gliding south. “These damn shorts.”
“What’s wrong with my shorts?”
“You look good enough to eat is what’s wrong with them.”
A shiver went through me at his words, then his fingers grazed across my clit, and I gasped, bucking my hips.
“You’re so wet for me, Freckles,” he groaned, his breath hot against my neck.
“Don’t—” I shuddered as his fingers moved, thumb circling my clit, “—stop.”
“Stop what?” His fingers went still, and he grinned mischievously at me.
“You’re so mean,” I hissed.
“Maybe I just like seein’ you all flushed and worked up and beggin’ me for it,” he murmured in my ear.
“I amnotbeggin’—” I gasped as he plunged a finger inside of me.
He kissed me again, mouth open and wanting, and I gladly gave him everything. I longed to touch him, but every time I tried to pull my hands free, his grip just tightened on my wrists.
“I think you’re already drippin’ all over my fingers.” His teeth grazed my earlobe.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
“So bossy.” He nipped at my neck again.
I tilted my hips, and his fingers hit a spot that made me gasp.
