Page 115 of Heart Strings & Hotlines
“Oh, shit.” I frantically search our surroundings. This was all fun and games when I was in control, but now I’m not sure I won’t wake the entire town.
Thane’s fingers enter my pussy from behind, scissoring my opening, teasing me as his cock stands at the ready.
It’s not enough.
He pulls me against him, grinding his pubic bone against my clit in the most delicious way.
“Thane,” I grunt in pleasure.
“What do you want, Charlotte?” He withdraws his fingers to tease my back entrance. With my front plastered to his chest, I have nowhere to go to hide from the intrusion. “Do you want to come with my fingers fucking your ass?”
A near-animalistic sound hits my ears.
Oh God. That was me. I made that noise.
With one arm banded around my waist, he shifts me through the water, sliding me against his pubic bone, causing perspiration to mix with the droplets of water covering my skin.
“Do you want to know how I can tell you like that idea?” he asks.
My forehead falls to his chest as he continues to work his fingers into my ass while my pussy continuously clenches, seeking his thickness and coming up empty.
“Every time I mention it, you nearly break my fingers with this tight ring of muscle that I can’t wait to make mine.”
“I—I don’t do anal.” Jesus Christ. He has me panting.
“Says the woman whose ass is full of my fingers.”
My insides quiver with the need for release. He might actually make me come this way.
“What I really want…” He nips my neck hard enough to leave a mark I can’t wait to see tomorrow. “Is for you to beg for my cock so when I fill you up, you’ll know it’s me invading all your holes.”
“I. Don’t…”
He slips a hand between us, and I cling to his shoulders to keep my head above water. Three big fingers slip into my pussy, tapping against my inner wall from both sides. I can’t catch my breath. I’ve never felt anything so…so intensely before.
I swear he’s drumming the fingers of his right hand against the fingers of his left through the thin wall separating them. I’m going to come so hard I’ll wake everyone within a three-mile radius, no matter how much I try to contain myself.
“Imagine what it would feel like with my cock.” He presses against that spot inside of me that causes stars and storms to form in my vision. “Right. Here.”
I’ve forgotten how to breathe, and I’ve lost the use of my vocal cords. I’m left grunting against him like an animal.
“Is that what you want?” he growls, and my body shivers against his.
I nod so emphatically against his chest that he chuckles, and then I’m suddenly empty. I want to weep in disappointment and frustration.
“Please,” I whisper.
“You know what you have to do, sweetheart.” He thrusts against me, careful that the head of his cock stays clear of my entrance. “I want to hear you beg. I want you to command every room you enter like a motherfucking boss. And then I want you begging me to give you what only I can in private.”
“We…we’re not in private.” I’m such an asshole. I want to beg. Hell, I’d crawl to him on my hands and knees and saythank you, sirand love every second of it simply because I know it turns him on, but I’m a fighter, it’s all I’ve known. And right now, that’s feeling like a very serious character flaw.
“Then I guess we should get dressed and head inside where we can be alone.”
My gaze drifts from his, following the moonlight as it draws a path straight to the shore leading to my house, and I whimper. It’s so far away.
“Or you could give me what I want, sweetheart. It’ll be a win for us both, I promise you.”
His fingers dance over my clit in swirling, tapping motions meant to bring me to the brink of insanity.
