Not two seconds later does he tuck his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his hips and releasing his now fully hard cock.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip and a groan of desire rumbles deep in my chest as I stare at him.
Who knew the devil could be so beautiful?
My heart begins to run away with itself when he wraps his hand around his length and strokes it once.
Forcing my eyes from his cock, I look at his face.
His jaw is clenched tight, the muscles down his neck straining as he holds himself back.
My breathing becomes ragged as I watch him snap a photo of his dick and hit send.
My phone buzzes with the image, but I don’t look at it for a few seconds. I’m too enthralled with all of him.
After watching him write a message, I look down, taking in the image before I get to read the comment.
His Lordship: I’m always hard for you, Hellcat. ALWAYS. Now all I need is you.
My eyes float back to him as if we’re two magnets drawn together at all times.
He’s still got his hand around his dick, but he’s not moving it. He’s not doing anything but staring at his screen in hope.
His Lordship: The guys have left. You know you wanna be here in person right now.
Fucking right I do.
His Lordship: Don’t you want to feel my cock buried so deep in your pussy you have no idea where you end and I begin?
“Yes.”
His Lordship: I know you’re lying if you say no. I heard you calling my name last night, babe.
Emmie: And I want you calling mine now.
His Lordship: I told you, babe. Only for you.
Emmie: It is for me. I’m asking for it.
His hand still doesn’t move, but my need to break his resolve is stronger than his restraint. I know it is.
Emmie: I want to know I’ve brought you to your knees without even being there.
His Lordship: You do. Every. Fucking. Day.
Unable to stop myself, I climb from the bed.
I’ve got a fire burning beneath my skin from watching him, and my blood is running at boiling point, but it’s not enough.
Storming through to the living room, I find Seb’s arse first where he’s got Stella pinned beneath him on the sofa.
“Room key,” I demand.
“Yes, girl,” he sings after pulling his lips from my girl.
“Nah, I ain’t touching him. Just proving a point.”
Seb stuffs his hand into his pocket and reveals his key.