Page 67 of The First Taste
I suck in a breath, my eyes locked on his mouth. “Will you… please…”
My cheeks go pink as I try to find the words. I grip his shirt, trying to pull him closer. Spreading my legs, I press the damp mound of my pussy against him. I can feel his naked cock pressing against my ass. My fingers itch to touch it. He growls and slides his hand into my hair, fisting it and pulling my head back to expose my neck.
I gasp as his lips trail down the column of my neck. Reaching for his cock is natural, but he growls and grabs my hand.
“Behave yourself, Ella. That’s the only way you are going to ever fucking walk again.”
“But—”
He cuts me off, his voice gone to gravel.
“What will it be?” he asks absently. “You fucking tease. Do you want to suck my cock? Hmm? Or would you rather be stripped naked, bent over my lap, and have your ass paddled?” There is a glint in his eye as he finally makes eye contact with me. “Or maybe you would rather I truss you, turn you on your stomach, and fuck you until you scream for me?”
At his distinct threat, something low in my body clenches. He arches a brow. My heart pounds in my throat, a bass note.
“Keir…” I plead.
“Do you even know why you are whimpering my name? Hm? Do you know whether you want to get away or whether you want me to just take complete control?”
I stifle my response, squirming. When he commands me like this, when he talks to me with this cruel tone in his voice, it only makes me hornier.
He looks at me, a little smirk of satisfaction flitting across his mouth.
“I think I heard you asking me to tie you up.”
“No!” I protest, pressing my legs together. “Keir, please?—”
He gives me a measured smile as he skates his touch up my thigh once more. I clench and jerk away from him.
Keir leans down, suddenly thundering at me. “Look at me!”
My gaze jumps to his. My mouth opens. He runs his fingers down my mons to the cleft of my pussy. I release a noise from my throat, a whimper and a gasp. My cheeks are already a deep pink but I can feel my face get hotter as he rubs my pussy and flicks his fingers against me hard.
I feel a tendril of moisture slipping from my pussy. I may resist, but my body has its own ideas.
I stare up into Keir’s face, paralyzed, my heart rate blindingly fast. He leans over my body and smirks.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his voice gone to gravel. “I think it’s been a very long time since you’ve been touched.”
A denial is on my lips. But when I start to say no, he forces my legs apart, moves my panties to the side, and rubs my clit. My entire body buckles. Fists clenching, back bowing, legs jerking.
He lets go of my ankle and continues rubbing my clit as he grabs my hip, He slides my ass down so that I’m practically bumping up against his groin. He flicks my clit hard and I gasp, trying to pull my thighs closed.
Keir smirks down at me, lifting his hand in the air, showing off his glistening fingertips.
I pant, staring at his dark figure as he bends over my body and forces me to look at the evidence of my excitement. My breasts tingle and I wish I were alone so that I could touch myself, make myself cum. It wouldn’t take much, I’m sure.
“You wanted this,” Keir rasps. He pops one of his wet fingertips into his mouth, miming at my taste. “God, that is sweet. You need my touch, don’t you? You want me to keep going, to make you cum, to fuck you until you scream. Just admit it.”
My breath catches in my throat and I give my head the tiniest shake. “No.”
My voice is so weak that I may as well not have said anything at all. Keir clears his throat and drifts his hand down to his cock.
And I know a moment of pure, selfish, urgent desire.
Whatever I say to the contrary, I do want Keir. He’s so untrustworthy and villainous and yet…
For a second, all I can look at or focus on is his fucking cock. I’m looking right at his long, thick, finely veined penis. It’s perfect and pink and uncut, jutting out from the bottom of the black t-shirt he wears.
