She grunted and twisted her body, or tried to, but he shifted along with her, anticipating her movements. His other hand released her wrists since they were effectively tied anyway and he pressed his entire body along hers. His naked body.
Every part of her became acutely aware of that fact in one quick instant. Not having her vision dialed up everything else to eleven. The crisp hair on his legs brushing against her smooth ones, the hard planes of his chest heating her back, and the thick length of his cock marking the path his finger had followed.
She wanted to part her legs, to pull herself up on her knees and just have him take her like that. Every female molecule in her body hummed with the knowledge that there was an aching, throbbing, empty place inside her that wanted to be filled with a big dose of Lane. But the words that came out didn’t match the need that raced through her veins. “This gets you hard? Tying up some woman in her sleep and forcing yourself on her?”
“No,” he said against her ear, his breath making goose bumps track over her skin. “Knowing that it’s you, and that you want me to, makes me hard.”
“I don’t—”
He shifted his weight, lifting his hips, and his fingers pushed between her legs, finding her embarrassingly wet. He slid a long finger inside her. “You don’t what, doc? Tell me what you don’t. But speak up. I may not be able to hear it over the slippery sound of your needy cunt.”
She bit her lip at the dirty words, fighting back the moan that wanted to escape. His finger felt like too much and not enough all at once. Involuntarily, her hips rocked back, deepening his movement.
Deftly, he slipped his finger out before she could get the angle just right, and he teased her outer lips instead, a gentle, blunt fingernail tracing an electric pattern over her flesh. “You want to come, cupcake?”
“Don’t call me that,” she said through gritted teeth. His teasing finger was going to drive her mad. She’d been so keyed up when she’d come to the bedroom earlier that her body remembered how unfulfilled she’d fallen asleep.
“You didn’t answer my question, and I can call you whatever I want right now.” He caressed her slick skin in a maddeningly slow stroke. “Because this pretty pink pussy makes me think of those cupcakes I brought you. All covered in icing and begging to be licked.”
Only Lane could talk about a bright pink cupcake and make it sound filthy. And the thought of him licking every bit of her had her burning hotter. His finger grazed over her clit and the moan finally broke through. Fuck.
“Just ask me, doc. Ask me and you get to come.”
She squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold. Part of her still wanted to fight, but her body had taken over and the need to come turned frantic. Like her nerve endings would just light on fire and burn her up if she didn’t get relief. “I want to come. Please.”
“Mmm, even a please. Very nice.”
“Fuck you.”
He laughed and rolled away from her.
“Where are you going?” She couldn’t help the edge of panic in her voice.
“Shh”—his hand brushed over her hip—“don’t worry. I keep promises. Pull your knees beneath you and show me how badly you want this.”
She let out a breath, and before she could think too hard about it, she did as he said. It was only a game. She’d agreed to this. She could play by his rules for a little while. But before she could calm herself fully, cool liquid slid between her ass cheeks. She tensed. “Lane.”
The flat of his thumb rubbed the lubricant over her sensitive back opening, sending oh-my-God awareness to every part of her. She’d been touched there a time or two before, but nothing beyond that. She didn’t stay with guys long enough to move pass the basics. This was not just beyond the basics, this was you-should-know-the-name-of-my-childhood-stuffed-animal-and-why-I-don’t-like-celery familiarity.
“Easy,” Lane said, his tone soothing and commanding all at once. “I won’t hurt you. Just give yourself a second to relax and see how it feels for you.”
She pressed her face into the pillow and when the tip of his thumb breached her, she let out a gasp. But it wasn’t of pain. It was a foreign sensation but also one that made every erogenous zone on her body stand at attention, fully aware, all cells reporting for duty. He slowly moved his thumb deeper, and rubbed the fingers of his other hand along her sex at the same time. She bit the pillow.
Lane inhaled deeply behind her. “You should see how wet you’re getting, doc. Your scent has me hard as a rock.” His thumb slid almost all the way out then back in. “I wanted you like this that day at your office. Wanted you in just your white coat and bent over your desk like this.”
Her breath came in short bursts.
He stroked her with maddening patience. “I would’ve taken one of those cupcakes, smeared the icing right here, and licked it off you.”
At that, he ran his tongue over her ass cheek and bit.
“Oh, fuck.” That was all it took. The images, the feel of him stroking her, tasting her. She couldn’t stop it. “Lane…please…”
The orgasm rolled
over her like a dump truck, flattening her and making her cry out and buck against his hands for more. Begging him with her body and her words.
“That’s it,” he said with utter male satisfaction. “Feel what I can give you.”