Page 95 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
A.J. sits behind me in the bathtub, his knees on either side of my hips. I’m reclining on his chest. One of his hands has a firm grip on my wet hair, keeping my head against his shoulder. The other hand is between my legs. His fingers stroke me slowly, around and around, up and down, gentle pressure and delicious, wet heat. Hot water swirls over his hand, my hips, my spread thighs, sloshing when I fail to hold still, as he’s commanded.
His fingers slip inside me, and I moan.
He turns my head and kisses me deeply. As his tongue invades my mouth, I yield to him, concentrating on the sensation of his lips and tongue against mine, trying with all my might not to rock my hips as he begins to stroke my clit with his thumb as two of his other fingers delve deeper.
“Please. I have to move.”
He murmurs against my mouth, “Move and I’ll spank your pussy.”
My eyes fly open. “You wouldn’t!”
Slowly, his lips curve upward. He releases my hair and cups my breast, rolling my hard nipple under his thumb until it’s all I can do not to arch my back and purr.
Jesus, this man is a genius with his thumbs.
“Try me and find out.”
He pinches my nipple. I suck in a breath. God that feels good. Then he slides his hand across my chest to fondle my other breast. His cock is hard as an iron bar against my behind.
I have to grit my teeth to keep myself still. “Why are you torturing me?”
I feel his low, deep chuckle all the way through my body. “Call it payback.” His laughter dies and he gently bites my shoulder, with just enough pressure to sting. “But mostly because I love to make you squirm, angel. I love seeing how you respond, how I make you feel. And watching you try to hold back is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Oh. Well, since he put it that way.
He sucks on my throat. I let my eyes fall shut. Biting my lip, I hold perfectly still as he increases the speed of his fingers. When that gets him no reaction, he lifts me slightly and I feel, underwater, the head of his cock nudge my entrance. My mouth opens, but I manage not to make a noise, or otherwise move.
For this, I’m rewarded.
Gently, oh so slowly, he eases inside me, replacing his fingers with his throbbing, amazing cock, all the while continuing to stroke my clit.
I grip the sides of the tub so hard I can’t believe it doesn’t shatter in my hands.
He winds his arm around my waist. He holds me tightly against his body as he starts to slowly fuck me, his face turned to my neck, his hand working its magic between my legs. The water begins to slosh around our naked bodies in earnest, slipping over the edges of the tub, pooling on the floor.
“I can’t—A.J.—I don’t think I can stay still much longer.”
His breath is hot against my neck. His beard is a rough scrape against my jaw. He bites my earlobe. “Do you want me to spank your greedy little pussy, angel?”
His voice is so sexy, playful yet so damn demanding, his words so dirty, I groan in frustration. I need him, the wild and unleashed side of him. And I need it now.
“Is that a yes?”
“A.J., please . . .”
Then I can’t stand it anymore. Whimpering, I grind my bottom against his pelvis, taking him even deeper inside.
Suddenly he raises his hips, using the water’s buoyancy to help lift me all the way out of
the water, and gives me a light, stinging slap between the legs, right where I’m most sensitive.
I jerk, crying out as shockwaves of pleasure pulse through my body. I can’t believe he did that!
I can’t believe I liked it.
And dear lord, he knows. He knows. I’m trembling and panting and my nipples are diamond hard, and he realizes the effect he’s just had on my body.
All humor gone, he whispers into my ear, “You want another, don’t you?”
