Page 133 of Heat & Deceit
A devious look flashes across his face. “How about this—every time I laugh or make a comment, I have to do something to make it up to you.”
With Lycus, thatsomethingcould range from a simple kiss to taking me on a helicopter ride. The latter actually doesn’t sound half bad. “Fine.”
He hits play and sets the remote on the coffee table before dropping into one of the oversized recliners. Sweeping my gaze around the available spots, I move toward the couch, but he snatches me around the waist and yanks me into his lap. I huff, but a smile tugs at my lips, more than pleased with the seating arrangement.
I nestle into Lycus’s hold, my back pressed against his front and my head resting against his chest. His fingers trail over my arm. It’s hard to concentrate when my cunt is begging for a knot. I stifle that need for now and focus on the trail of gooseflesh his fingers leave behind. His heartbeat is a steady rhythm, and our breaths sync as the movie begins.
Five minutes pass, and when the main character crashes into the brawny love interest and forgets how to speak for a moment, Lycus scoffs under his breath. I tip my head to the side and peer at him.
“Scoffing counts too.”
He gazes down at me through hooded lids, and his hands move from my arms to my breasts, kneading each one with the sort of reverence I didn’t anticipate. “Does it?”
My back arches as he pinches one nipple. “Yes.”
Humming, he drops his mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive flesh while his hands tease my tits. I clamp my thighs together and wiggle slightly. His erection presses into my ass and back, thick and long, and he releases a sultry chuckle against my throat as I roll my hips against his length.
“Pay attention to the movie, Nova.” His hands fall away from my breasts, and he kisses my neck before straightening and focusing on the film.
I growl but do as I’m told. It isn’t long before he makes some haughty remark about the male main character’s small dick energy, and while I agree that he was being a bit of a prick, I don’t at all regret reminding Lycus of his promise.
Pushing my shirt up a little, his warm, rough fingers feather over my stomach. My core clenches, and I grind my ass back against his length. A full-on throaty growl rips from his mouth, and his hands dive into my pants. One hand parts me, and he uses the other to slip two fingers through my heat, teasing over the bundle of nerves before dipping inside of me.
“Has anyone ever told you what it feels like to be inside of you?” His thumb finds my clit, lazily circling it as his fingers glide in and out of me.
I shake my head and roll my hips into his hands.
“You’re warm. Velvety, but here,” he drags his fingers over the top wall of my cunt, “has little ridges.” He grinds his hips against me. “And this,” he circles my clit, “is hard and pulsing for me.” And, as if to demonstrate how much my body wants him, he presses down hard on my clit and moves his thumb ever so slightly. His fingers scissor inside of me. “And you stretch for me so perfectly.” He adds another finger and groans when I gasp. Then, suddenly, he withdraws and places his hands on either side of the recliner.
“Pay attention,” he demands.
“Lycus,” I whimper.
“Watch the movie.”
I growl and begin to turn around, but one of his arms bands around my waist to keep me in place, and his other hand captures my chin, forcing me to look at the screen. “Watch.” He presses the two fingers that were inside of me against my lips. “Open.”
As my mouth parts, he slides his fingers inside my mouth. Sealing my lips around them, I suck and lap my essence from his digits. He purrs, and I grind against him again, hating and loving this unique brand of torture.
The next time Lycus laughs, I don’t protest as his hands slip into my pants again. He fucks me with his fingers and teases my clit until I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, and as quickly as he brought me there, he removes his hands. His arm wraps around my middle again and the other hand grasps my chin. This time, he doesn’t need to tell me what to do. I willingly open my mouth and suck his fingers clean, imagining his cock inside my mouth as I hollow my cheeks or swirl my tongue around them.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder and grinding against me before settling back and placing his hands on the arm of the chair like he didn’t just have them all over me.
A tiny growl of frustration slips past my lips.
“Shh.”
“Don’t you shush me.”
A dark chuckle brushes over my skin as he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Oh, Nova, haven’t you learned by now not to tell me what to do?” And then his palm is clamping over my mouth as his other hand dives into my pants. My cunt is drenched and ready for the intrusion as he slides not two but three fingers into me while maintaining a steady flick over that magic button.
I gasp, the sound muffled by his palm, and he shushes me again, pressing down harder on my clit as my walls clamp around his fingers while they stretch and stroke, gliding in and out of me until every touch and caress clashes together and my toes begin to curl. I moan into his hand, arching, reaching, chasing that euphoria his touch promises.
But right as I’m there, he stops. I growl and bite his palm. A pleased and purely alpha rumble of approval breaks from his lips. I curse him, but with his hand still sealed to my mouth, my words are incomprehensible.
“I think I’ll taste you this time.” I watch as he lifts his hand, and it disappears over my shoulder. I tip my head back in time to see his mouth close around his thick fingers. He groans as he tastes me. The hand on my mouth tightens, and his eyes drift down to meet mine, shining with devious intent.
I know, without a doubt, as long as the security company is here, he won’t let me come.
