Page 34 of Enticement
“Part your legs a bit,” he said in response as if she’d said, “Fuck me now,” instead of a pathetic attempt at “stop”.
His hand snaked across her thigh and pushed between her parted legs. His mouth covered hers again, if indeed they’d ever really parted. Evie hissed in her next breath as his fingers inched inside her underwear and made contact with her clit. He rubbed and she sagged against him for the second time that day, her knees once more ready to buckle.
Evie clung to the thick leather belt around his waist as she rode his hand. Two fingers slid inside her, while his thumb circled. It felt so good, so perfect. She couldn’t seem to stop herself, no matter how many bad images ran through her head.
There was no fighting the chemistry.
She dropped to her knees, startling a gasp from Kit’s throat. On her knees, she unfastened his belt and drew down the zip of his trousers, leaving her with just a pair of skimpy black briefs to tease away from his skin.
She’d seen him before. Knew he didn’t have a speck of hair down below, but was shaved bare instead, all silky smooth and exposed. Evie traced her fingers over the smooth expanse of skin, before wrapping her palm around his cock and angling him down towards her mouth. The taste of him, musky and slightly tart upon her tongue pushed her libido higher. Leisurely, he fucked her mouth, his strong hands mussing her hair. Evie sucked, frantic with fear and desire. Ross was due home. Any minute they’d hear the thrum of the car engine turning into the frost covered drive. Still, she couldn’t back away. She couldn’t let go.
Scared, she pushed against Kit’s hips, forcing him up against the door and launched herself backwards away from him, only to land in an ungainly heap on top of the sacks of coal.
Her vision having finally adjusted to the dark, she could now make out Kit’s expression—shocked, aroused and angry. He held back a moment, breathing raggedly, his lips pursed and his eyes hooded, before launching himself towards her.
“No, you have to let me go.” The words formed a thick lump in her throat, before gushing free.
“I’m not stopping you.” He took a pace to the side so that she had free passage to the door, but Evie never made it off the sacks.
Kit stood with his back pressed to the stonework, his trousers hugging his narrow hips, with the fly undone so he was displayed in all his masculine glory. His cock stood erect, virtually flat against his muscular stomach, and he’d wrapped his fist around the length. “I bet you’d like to watch us both doing this… maybe sat side-by-side?”
Foxed, she gaped at him, unable to deny the lust that wound tight around her body and threatened to consume her. Kit’s hand action that first night was what had started all this off. She deeply regretted not sticking around to watch him toss himself off. Now, her gaze fastened upon the motion of his fingers around his shaft, and the way his thumb playfully brushed the tip.
Suddenly, his hands stopped moving.
Kit raised his brows. “Wanking’s a solitary pleasure,” he said with a grin. “It’s not what I do when I’ve a willing woman to hand.”
“I’m not willing, and you offered before.”
He squeezed his pursed lips between his forefinger and thumb at her statement, and then smacked his lips. “That was different. I owed you. We’ve already settled that score.”
Evie leaned towards him. “Are you saying you only masturbate if you’re bound by obligation?”
“I’m saying,” he said as he stretched towards her, “that I’d much rather entertain you with it properly, than just show you the warm-up act.” His hands landed either side of her body among the coals.
“Have you had women pay you to do it?”
His soul dark eyes turned blacker than the coal.
“How much?”
Kit nervously licked his lips. “Doesn’t matter. You’re not ever paying me.”
The thought hadn’t actually occurred to her.
“If you really want to see me toss myself that much, come to my room tonight, because I can guarantee that’s what I’ll be doing, considering what I have to listen to most evenings. Right now, though, we’re doing something else.”
He grabbed her wrists and pressed her down into the Hessian sacking. Evie wriggled, not really feeling the discomfort of the lumpy coal beneath her, only the pleasant ache caused by his loins pressing against the tops of her thighs.
“Let go.”
“No, not until you admit you want it every bit as much as I do.”
“I dreamt you did this,” she blurted. The admission burned all the way up her throat. “You held me down on the bed while Ross slept beside us.”
Kit’s eyes subtly narrowed. “I can do that.”
“No!”
