He dragged a wingback chair from the corner of the room and positioned it in her line of sight. Her cheek was pressed into the bed and her gaze burned into him, focused even though the vibrator was obviously working some magic on her. He sat down for the show.
“You’re just going to sit there?” she demanded.
He smiled and casually unbuttoned his jeans. “You said you didn’t need me, so I thought I’d just enjoy the view.”
He slipped his hand inside his pants and freed his aching erection. He gave himself a slow stroke, and Ell
e’s hips rocked, probably of their own volition based on the frustrated wrinkle in her brow.
“Better be careful how much you move, don’t want to dislodge the vibrator.” He ran his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the fluid there and enjoying the feel of it as he kept his eyes solidly on Elle. “That wouldn’t be any fun for you, watching me come with no help for yourself at all.”
“You’re a selfish bastard. I doubt you’d care.”
He shrugged. “You’re probably right. But remember, if you need me to fuck you, I can. You just have to ask…nicely.”
“Screw you.”
He tilted some of the lubricant in his palm and then fisted his cock, sending a ripple of pleasure through him but enjoying the hungry look on Elle’s face more. Her hands twisted in the binding of the belt and she rolled her hips against the pillow, trying to get more stimulation. He’d set it low enough that it was probably a losing fight. It’d be just enough to get her riding the edge but not enough to put her over. He wasn’t above stacking the deck when it came to these games. He liked to play dirty, too.
“How’s the silicone feel, doc?”
“Bigger than you.”
He smirked, knowing that wasn’t true. “How many times have you fucked the vibrating wonder? Do you imagine it’s attached to someone or do you get off knowing you’re doing it to yourself?”
“I don’t need to imagine anyone. I’m a pretty good lay.”
He chuckled. “Confident.”
Her gaze dipped back down to his hand and he spread his knees wide, cupping his balls and glossing himself up in the lewdest way possible. Elle was riveted, and that only drove his need for her higher. He was playing the game like he didn’t care, but his whole body ached to plunge deep into hers.
Patience. That was going to be the name of the game.
Who would break first?
Elle thought her body might implode. Lane’s big hand stroked lube over every inch of his cock until it was thick, hard, and shiny, and all she could think about was how good it would feel to have him inside her. Her trusty vibrator was betraying her with its gentle, maddening hum against her clit—just enough to make her toes curl but not enough to give her any relief. She ground her hips shamelessly, trying to get more stimulation, but it only teased her more.
Meanwhile, Lane looked as if he had all the time in the world. He was sprawled in that chair like a decadent king, legs wide, eyes half-mast, pleasing himself but teasing the hell out of her. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a man look more enticing. Lane wore his eroticism like a second skin, like he was one-hundred percent comfortable with himself.
He had to be with his job, she imagined, but she couldn’t think about that now. Right now, all she could think about was getting him back to the bed with her. She needed him, and both of them knew there was only one way she was going to get him.
She cleared her throat, a needy tremble working through her body as the vibrator pushed against her clit again. “You win,” she said hoarsely. “I want you. I need you to fuck me.”
Lane’s brows lifted. “I didn’t hear a please.”
She swallowed past the instinct to argue back. In this game, they would both win. “Please fuck me. I would be ever so grateful.”
He smiled despite her mocking tone. “Wow, look how nicely the doctor can beg. I even believe she half means it.”
“Yeah, the bottom half means it wholeheartedly. The top half is giving you the finger.”
A low chuckle rumbled from him. “Good thing I only need the bottom half right now.”
He stood and walked over to her, hand still absently holding himself. He bent close to her ear. “You trust me, doc?”
The words sent prickly awareness through her. With any other man she’d been with since her divorce, she would’ve instantly answered, No, back the hell off. But the answer came easily this time. “Yes.”
He kissed behind her ear. “Good. Because I plan to make us both feel very, very good.”