Page 13 of Green Lights and Obsession
It wasn’t time yet.
She sighed and moved to stand.
“Stay.” He put his glass down and she froze.
Her head turned toward him, and she smiled. Slowly, she inched herself closer until she was between his legs and sliding her way up his body. He kept his eyes to the floor where she’d been kneeling. There would be no way of hiding his hard cock as her hands moved up his legs to his chest. It wasn’t until she’d climbed her way up into his lap that he sat his drink down.
She rocked her body against him. Grinding herself on him until she was panting. His cock twitched, and she gripped his shoulders. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth as his eyes moved to hers. His hands gripped her waist to stop her from moving and she whimpered.
He wouldn’t let her get off. Not yet. She hadn’t earned it.
“Jay.” She moved her face closer. Her lips were an inch from his before he had one hand tangled in her hair and the other on her ass.
Both hands squeezed. She arched into his hold as he pulled back on her hair. Her lips parted in a gasp. She attempted to rock against him, but couldn’t from the grip he had on her. One hand rested on his side and the other on his shoulder. He was too strong. He ran his nose up across her collarbone and up her neck.
He had her in his hold and all she could do was moan as he tightened his grip on her ass. His lips hovered near her ear. “Is this what you want?” He whispered before rocking up against her slightly.
“Yes,” she panted out.
He stood, and her legs wrapped around him. His hands remained on her ass and neck, keeping her from moving her lips on him. Jay knew he wouldn’t be able to help it as soon as they were on him. He’d need them everywhere. He’d need his own everywhere.
“Say you’re mine.” His lips hovered on her neck. “Say you never stopped being mine.” His teeth grazed her neck.
“Yes, sir.”
He was wrong.
It wasn’t her lips that would have him caving. It was those two words he hadn’t heard from her in too long. Two words from plush lips and a sweet voice that had his lips pressing up and down her neck. Alternating between kisses and nibbles before making his way to her lips and capturing the moan that escaped her.
Her nails scratched at the back of his head as she deepened their kiss. He walked them across the hall and to his bedroom where he could look over every part of her in comfort. Even if she didn’t deserve it; he needed a taste.
It had been too fucking long.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DAISY
The uneven moan slipped out from her lips as his mouth moved over her cloth covered cunt. Again. Her thong was stuck to her from how wet he’d made her. Fuck, when was the last time she was this wet? This turned on? She bucked against his mouth as he teased her. Her arms forced to pull on the restraints at the top of the bed; her fingers gripped the blankets beneath them. On her hands and knees with her ass in the air was a position she hadn’t found herself in in a long time. Since him.
His mouth moved down one leg and back up the other, slowly. His hands roamed just as slow, as if memorizing her to the touch. Pressing ever so slightly. Every touch was as if he was committing her body to memory. Her breathing hitched with every scrape of his teeth.
Daisy couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt… So. Much. Goosebumps covered her arms as she looked over her shoulder. His eyes narrowed on hers as he moved to her center again. She braced herself as best she could only to be left wanting more.
Jay’s hands moved across her ass and squeezed. Her skirt had been bunched up around her waist and her top untouched. He’d always been a leg and ass man, clearly that hadn’t changed. The rest of her clothing remained on. Just as her body was buckled into the leather restraints on his bed.
Her eyes closed as he bit down on one cheek; hard enough to leave his mark there for a few hours. His hand slapped lightly across the other cheek. His fingers brushed against her center.
“You’re fucking soaked for me.” His fingers moved across her again, then pulled the thong. It caused more friction to her sensitive center before being lifted from the area and slapping back down.
He continued bringing her closer and closer to an edge she wasn’t prepared for. She was so worked up, she could beg. She wanted to, but something stopped her. A part of her she’d shoved down and locked up years ago. The moment she was forced into an arrangement was the last time she’d begged anyone. Begged her parents not to make her do it.
Daisy remembered begging Jay before, when he edged her. When he teased and taunted her for hours and she couldn’t take it any longer. Even towards the end of that beautiful short time together, it took more to get her to beg. She wanted the fight; she wanted to tease him back however she could.
If Jay Gatsby wanted her to beg, he needed to do more than edge her in her restraints. It may have been a few years, but she wasn’t desperate enough for release. For his touch? Yes, but she was getting it all over her body at the moment. Hands and lips teasing her and she loved every second of it. An orgasm? She brought herself to completion whenever needed.
A loveless marriage made her close to her hand and a small collection of toys she kept locked away. It was the passionate touch of another that she’d been missing. It couldn’t be just anyone’s touch either. There was something about Jay, she was like putty in his hands before. Now, there were more emotions hidden under the surface.
He bit down on her cheek again before slapping his hand across her over sensitive clit. The weirdest noise slipping from her lips, like a mix of a gasp and moan.
