Page 5 of Outcast
What the hell?
After spending the last sixteen years as a subservient human, I guess I really didn’t have the hang of this witty and sarcastic banter after all.
“Oh, Kitten. There are many ways in which I’d love to pull profanities from your beautiful lips.”
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I finally understood his train of thought. I had no response for that—I was too busy trying to get my body’s desires in check.
Why did that statement send a shiver of pleasure through me?
Turning around in the shower, I grabbed my body wash from the shelf and lathered myself up, wiping every trace of the Daimona’s blood from me. It took practically rubbing my skin raw before I felt satisfied.
My hand faltered over my mound, which ached for relief from the sexual tension riding my body since that moment with Milo in the Pit. Tentatively, I parted my lips and traced over my swollen clit with a single finger. Biting down on my bottom lip to keep the hiss of pleasure from escaping, I rubbed it with only the slightest hesitation, hoping that I could bring myself to that peak despite Seth waiting just outside.
Slipping a finger into myself, I gasped at the slick heat that met me. I couldn’t recall ever being this wet and ready in my life. Something had gotten into me today, and I felt insatiable in my desire. Maybe I’d finally reached my limits on the amount of teasing and flirting I could take with Milo without shredding his clothes off and giving into my needs.
Thinking back to his mouth inches from my own and the explosive tension crackling between us, my breath hitched as I pictured that moment going further.
I imagined his hands shoving me against the wall of the Pit and tearing my shirt off to fondle my heavy breasts in his hands. His lips kissed down my neck, and his voice whispered how much his cock needed me as he unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down far enough to access my pussy. His lips captured my mouth to swallow the moan that came from me as his fingers found their way under my thong and into my heat.
Adding another finger, I curled them slightly up to hit my g-spot. Biting down on my lip so hard I could have easily drawn blood, I pictured myself riding his fingers and screaming his name out, echoing in the small space, loud enough for outsiders to hear.
Shockingly, Seth’s face popped into my head. I considered the fact that he waited right outside, and a sudden desire for him to hear me took hold. This time, I didn’t even attempt to stop the moan that came from me, too consumed with the high of these sensations.
A deep growl came from outside, and Seth’s next words were my undoing.
“I can smell your arousal, Kitten. Are you thinking about my cock in you?”
“No,” I gasped, not wanting to stroke his ego.
He practically purred, “Tell me what you’re thinking about as you touch yourself.”
An odd need to make him jealous overcame me. “Milo... finger fucking me.”
My answer was meant to rile him as I moaned another man’s name. It worked.
Snarling, he threatened, “I’ll come in there and make you realize whose name you should be calling out.”
Continuing my languid strokes in and out of my pussy, I let his aggression fuel my desire. He wanted me.
My mind filled with images of adding him to the mix as Milo pleasured me, and I imagined his dominant words in my ears. His tongue licking the outer shell of my ear before nipping at it and wrapping a hand around my throat from behind me.
“Come forme,Kitten,” he growled from outside at the perfect moment, in tandem with the image in my head.
The demand in his words sparked a desire in me that threw me over the edge and left me gasping as my orgasm ripped through me.
“Good girl,” he purred contentedly.
I placed a hand on the wall to steady myself as my mind reeled from what had just happened. Perhaps I had appreciated the physical aspects of Seth in the past, but I’d never allowed myself to go past a casual inspection before forgetting about him due to his unwavering allegiance to Jameson. Much less fantasize about him.
What the hell had gotten into me today?
Before I could even begin to process that, Seth’s voice rang out, lacking any of the warmth I had heard in it just seconds earlier.
“Sorry, the showers are occupied. Come back later.”
An edge laced his voice that held no room to argue.
Despite the hot water still spraying over my body, Sofia’s high pitched voice instantly ruined the lingering bliss of my orgasm as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped on me.
