“Are you sure?” I press. “Rafe said even if it didn’t seem like one was necessary, it was a good idea to get one established. Just to—”
His hands drop to my thighs, pressing them apart and looking between my legs. I flush, tormented by the awkwardness of him looking right at my pussy while I’m halfway to helpless and seeking an emergency exit, just in case I have need of one.
Before he dips his head again, he looks up at me. “I already know yours. Plutonium, right?”
My eyes widen. “Did he tell you that, too?”
“You did. When he was touching you at the restaurant. Do me a favor? Don’t say his name when you’re in this bed unless you want me to get mean.”
The way my body reacts to those words, I can’t tell if I want that or not. My logical brain says no, of course not. The rogue lobe that keeps sending jolts of arousal through me every time he says something awful thinks maybe that would be interesting.
“Okay. But is that how safe words work? Are they passed on? Shouldn’t we have our own?”
Sin’s mouth leaves me and he looks up at me. “Laurel.”
“Yes?”
“Stop talking. I’m going to gag you unless you promise to shut that pretty little mouth of yours and only open it again if it’s to moan my name.”
Oh, fuck.
Imagining moaning his name—and the things he would be doing to draw such a response out of me—causes my pussy to clench with desire. Desperate for more of whatever he wants to give me, I nod my head wordlessly.
Apparently satisfied with the promise of my silence, Sin’s attention returns to the apex of my thighs. I try resisting the urge to squirm, but I can’t keep still. I’m nervous and turned on. Sin still hasn’t kissed me on the mouth yet, and now his lips are inches away from a much more intimate kiss. Shouldn’t I feel his tongue brush mine before I feel it delve inside me?
I think I should, but he must not agree. Spreading my lips, he slightly eases the ache of my arousal as he pushes his tongue inside me. My whole body shudders with pleasure. He teases me and turns me on so much that when I get even a little physical stimulation, the pleasure crushes me like a tsunami. Now he tastes me, his tongue exploring. He flicks my clit and I gasp. His wonderful tongue circles that sensitive nub, then delves lower and his tongue darts deeper inside me. Oh, God, it all feels so good. I pull at the chains again. I want to push my fingers through his hair, but I can’t.
His tongue focuses on my clit again for an intense minute, then all of a sudden, he withdraws. I gasp, waiting for him to go back in, but instead he kisses my lips outside, drawing me into his mouth and sucking. I close my eyes, sighing as he nibbles on me. He eases a finger inside me and I moan, loving the feel of him invading me. I want more of him to invade me. I want his cock. All of it, skin to skin. I’ve never had a bare cock inside me, but fuck it, I’m already pregnant; I want his.
I’m probably allowed to talk to tell him that. “Sin, please fuck me.”
He chuckles against my pussy, giving it a little kiss as he pushes a second finger inside me. “You want it bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, not bothering to deny it. “Please. Please, Sin. I need you.”
He must like that a lot, because his tongue darts inside me again, going for the clit while he uses his two fingers to simulate fucking me. My pussy squeezes them tight as they move in and out, promising his cock the same treatment. Sin doesn’t accept the eager invitation, not yet, at least. He latches his mouth onto my pussy and uses his tongue to toy with me, licking and stroking and finger-fucking me until I’m in a frenzy. Until my shyness is so far gone, I’m bucking my hips against his face, desperate for the pleasure he’s teasing me with. He brings me to the brink, my legs trembling against the mattress, then he takes it away.
“No,” I whine, rolling my hips forward, begging him to come back. “That’s so mean. Please.”
I can feel his amusement, the evil bastard. I want to trap him against my pussy until he makes me come. I don’t know how feasible that is, but I move my legs and drape them over his shoulders.
He pulls off me and looks up, amused. “This needy little pussy wants my mouth, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me what you want, Laurel. I like dirtying up that pretty mouth of yours.”
Adrenaline pours through me. I can’t look at him, so I close my eyes. “I want you to lick me. I want you to make me come. Please?”
“You want to come on my face?”
“Yes,” I say, a little desperately. “Yes, please. I’ll come on whatever you give me—your face, your fingers, your cock. Please, just… get me off before I die.”
“There we go,” he says, apparently appeased.
My sexy tormentor takes control of my pussy again, using his mouth for good rather than evil. Knowing he pulled the pleasure right out from under me last time he pushed me to the edge, I feel pulled taut even as he pleasures me with that wonderful tongue of his, even as he laps me up like his favorite dessert. Pulling his fingers out of me, he cradles my ass in his hands and elevates my pelvis, bringing my pussy higher as he devours it. The shift does something—I’m not sure what, but he has me gasping desperately, pulling in vain at my cuffs. I want to touch him, I want him closer. Oh, God, his mouth.
“Sin,” I cry. “Please don’t stop. Please.”