Page 90 of Marry Lies
“What else was on that quiz you took?” he asks. “What kinds of things do you like?”
I can’t think, but I answer as best as I can. “Exhibitionism, edging, public sex, being caught,” I start, my voice shaking. He scissors his fingers, and I moan before he moves them away again. “Um…” I close my eyes.
“Eyes open, butterfly.” I do as he says. “What else?”
“Rough sex, nipple play, body modification…”
Miles rocks up into me, and I groan. “What else?”
“D-dirty talk,” I add, remembering being surprised at that result, because I’d never experienced it.
Until Miles.
He chuckles. “Good. Thank you for telling me,” he says softly. As if to reward me, he circles my clit softly as he moves his hipsjustenough to press against the inner walls of my pussy. “Keep watching.”
The man works his hand faster, and as he does, Miles moves his faster, too. I’m panting now, my whole body taut and on the precipice of a climax. I’msoclose—each brush of his finger on my swollen nub has me careening closer and closer toward my orgasm. The woman writhes and undulates her hips, and then she cries out as he groans.
I watch the way her hips stutter—the way her hands fist his hair, the way her body shakes uncontrollably.
“Fuck,” I whisper, thighs tensing as Miles works his fingers faster. Everything inside of me coils tightly, waiting and ready to break. I whimper again, hating how desperate I sound. “How are you okay right now? This is worse than torture,” I huff out, skin hot and tingling. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.
He laughs behind me, pausing his fingers. “You’re assuming I’m okay,” he starts, brushing the hair away from my sticky neck. “One should never assume, Estelle. I’m just better at controlling myself. I’ve had years—decades—of practice. They’re leaving now. Their hour is up. You’ve been very patient.”
Thank fuck.
The couple inside the glass room get dressed, and I watch the way the man caresses her skin, how he makes sure she’s okay, murmuring something soft into her ear as he helps her into her heels. Something cracks inside of me.I want that.And not just in a general sense.
I want that with Miles.
They exit through a door I hadn’t seen, leaving Miles and I alone in the cellar.
“Where does…that door…lead to?” I ask, not really caring about the answer.
Miles hums behind me, his hand slowly pressing down on my clit. My pussy flutters around his hard cock, and he hums again in satisfaction.
“To the parking lot.”
“Miles, I—” My breathing hitches when he uses my wetness to begin rubbing against my engorged bud, swiping some with his other hand and rubbing it all over my left nipple.
“You know, you’re beautiful when you lose control,” he murmurs.
“It hurts,” I whimper, thighs aching from squeezing them so hard. “I want it so bad that it hurts.”
He laughs behind me. The arseholelaughs.
Shifting underneath me, sparks fly through me with every movement, making my toes curl. One hard thrust, and I’ll come.
“I know, butterfly.” His teeth graze the skin of my shoulder again, andgod,is it possible to come like this? I think it might be. Surely, if he continued, one touch and I’d be gone. “Stand up.”
What?!
Whimpering, I pull myself up as my legs shake, feeling my arousal slide down my thighs. Miles grabs at my dress, twisting me and tugging me around to face him.
“Now, sit back down on my cock so I can watch you unravel on top of me,” he growls, tugging me down so that I’m straddling him. I place my knees on either side of his hips. “Arms up.”
I raise them and he drags my dress up over my head, discarding it off to the side. I lay my palms flat against his chest as his cock presses against my core, not thrusting up into me yet. I nearly gasp at the way his eyes peruse me—realizing with a start that I’m straddling him completely naked whereas he’s still fully-clothed. His gaze roves over me, lazily appraising me as his hands caress the bare flesh of my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my arse…
Something intense flares through his entrancement, and his throat bobs as he guides my hips lower, lining himself up with my opening. My pulse pounds against my veins, and I sink down onto his hard cock.
