"Paine, please," I pleaded as his mouth closed over my other nipple.
On a growl, his hands went to my ass again, digging in as he knifed up and to the side, making me land longways on the couch and bracing himself on his knees on the side and between my thighs. His hands left my ass and moved across my stomach, fingers slipping under the band of my pants and toying with the edge of my panties. They moved to the center and pushed the button. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to keep from writhing shamelessly.
"Ready to scream?" he asked then, before I could even nod my agreement, his hand slid inside, not bothering to tease me first and going right under my panties. One finger slid up my cleft leisurely as if I wasn't just about ready to explode before hitting my clit and pressing in. I let out a moan that echoed off the walls in my quiet house. "Not quite there yet," he said, eyes heavy as he slid his middle finger down my cleft and slipped it inside me. He thrust a few times, making my hips rise up to meet his rhythm, before his finger curled up and started to work over the top wall, hitting my G-spot.
I was close. So freaking close. Every muscle in my body was tense and waiting for the rush of pleasure as my inner thighs started to shake in anticipation. His finger on my clit picked up its pace as his other moved to match inside me.
I felt myself tightening, Paine's eyes too hypnotic to look away from as my moans turned to whimpers, feeling too strangled for air to manage anything else.
"Come babygirl."
I was going to. I was...
My doorbell chimed, making my whole body jump, my eyes going huge. Paine's face spread into a slow smirk as he kept up the unrelenting pace on my clit and G-spot, pushing just to the edge.
"Else, open up! I left the key at my place," Roman's voice called through the door.
My eyes went even bigger and Paine's smirk got a little more sinister.
"Paine, I can't..."
But then his finger stopped working me in circles and pressed into my clit hard. He moved fast, arm whipping out and hand slapping down over my mouth just as my orgasm crested, just as strong as I had expected, my entire body jerking as the waves crashed over me and I screamed out against his palm, thankful for his foresight to muffle my cries. His finger thrust through, drawing it out, turning all my bones to liquid as I sucked in air greedily.
Spent, his finger pulled out of me and he sat back on his ankles as the bell chimed again. "Come on, Else. I have gelato and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Let's stuff our faces, watch the best witty, sarcasm-laden crime drama ever made and forget about the world."
Paine's hand left my mouth and I shot up on the couch, leaning over the arm of it to retrieve my shirt. "Hold on!" I yelled, giving Paine big-eyes as he just sat there watching me with an amused smile. "You have to go," I whispered at him as I found my bra and stuffed it under the couch as I wrestled myself into my sweater.
"Tell him you can't tonight," Paine said back in a normal voice and when I shushed him, he just chuckled.
"I can't. I mean... I'm sorry. I know I'm leaving you high and dry, but I've been a shitty friend to him and things have been awkward since..."
"Since you figured out he wants to fuck you," Paine said, sitting as I moved to stand in front of him.
"Else, it's fifteen degrees out here. What the hell are you doing?"
"Paine, I'm sor..."
"Stop apologizing," he said, shaking his head as his hands snaked out and reached for the front of my jeans, using them to drag me forward slightly so he could zip and fasten them. Finished, he stood, taking up all my space, making our bodies touch from the knees up. The coffee table behind me blocked any retreat. His head ducked near my ear and he said in a quiet, sexy as all hell voice, "Told you I'd make you scream." Then he kissed my cheek and took off toward the kitchen where, I figured he learned from his breaking and entering, he knew there was an exit through the back.
"Elsie are you okay?" Rome's voice asked, starting to sound worried.
I ruffled my hair and rushed toward the door, feeling both come-drunk and frazzled at the same time. I slipped the locks and pulled the door open. "Hey, Rome. Sorry, I was just trying to..."
The rest of my sentence fell away as the bag he was holding fell to the steps and his hand moved out toward me, catching the ends of my hair and pushing the mass of it behind my shoulder. "Else, what the fuck happened to your neck?"