He needed to focus, to not let his mind drift to what had happened. That woke those parts of himself he was trying hard to smother.
Bradley reached for the neckline of her top, but Kat lifted her hands to stop him. She said nothing, just stared as if trying to get him to understand.
Bradley sighed and shook his head. “Really?”
Kat remained still, her fingers grasping the neckline of her top so tightly, her knuckles had gone white.
Bradley set his hands over hers and squeezed. “I’ll let you off the hook this time.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hands until she let go.
Which sounded like Bradley had had this talk with her before. It made Dean frown, made him want to strip her to nothing to see what she was hiding. He knew she’d been hurt by Jerry, but had no idea the extent of it. It seemed it bothered her, too, which was likely why he wanted to see them. He wanted to get her past it, to show her he didn’t give a damn what anyone had done to her, that it didn’t change her or how he saw her.
But they didn’t have that sort of relationship. He could offer her some fun for the night, but that was about it. Helping her any more than that was up to Bradley, it seemed.
So Dean did what he could by taking his thumb and slipping it past the crotch of her bodysuit. He felt the fabric of a thong, but burrowed past that as well until he could touch the wet heat of her pussy directly.
Kat reached forward on a gasp, as if surprised by his sudden movement.
“Hands behind you,” Bradley snapped, his voice low and rough.
Kat gulped but did as told, setting her hands behind her, causing her to lean away. It arched her back, pressing her chest out, and it seemed Bradley was only too happy to take advantage. He leaned up and in, sliding his tongue over one nipple, the thin bodysuit not nearly enough to hide the hard buds.
Kat’s moan filled the space, hungry and desperate.
Dean twisted his hand so he could sink two fingers into her pussy, enjoying the way it welcomed him, the way it seemed to pull him in. Still, he was a man who liked a good show…
He used his other hand to hook two fingers into the crotch of her bodysuit and tugged it to the side, to bare her to him. “You have such a pretty little cunt,” he told her as if talking about the weather. “Next time, you should wear a short skirt with nothing beneath. Not sure anyone could resist that, especially because you’re the bratty sort of sub who would purposely bend over, giving everyone a peak of the heaven beneath that skirt.”
He groaned at the thought of it, of how that teasing would drive him nuts. He pumped his fingers into her hard before using a finger on his other hand to rub against her clit. “Hell, maybe you should do that somewhere else. Maybe go have a fancy dinner somewhere, you in a little scrap of a dress with no panties. Sit nice and close so your date can sneak his hand under the table and fill your needy pussy up in a room full of people who don’t have a clue. Would you come on those fingers, Kat?”
Her pink lips parted on a sharp cry, her eyes closed as she let her head fall backward. “Yes,” she answered, as if automatic, before shivering. Had she realized she was beingfartoo obedient? “I mean, as long as it wasn’t you, since I don’t think you could get me off.”
Dean laughed, unable to help it. She really was a handful, wasn’t she? It didn’t annoy him at all, didn’t make him angry. Instead, it was like a game, like a challenge he wanted to live up to. “Guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?”
He stopped playing around, stopped teasing her, choosing instead to focus on her clit with hard strokes of his thumb. Her pussy gripped him in tight waves, telling him she was close.
Good.
He wasfarmore into overstimulation rather than denial. Any asshole could managenotto get a girl off. It was so much more fun to watch her come over and over again.
Bradley released her breast from his lips, his hand cupping her other one, teasing the pointed tip of her nipple. He blew a stream of air over the wet one before speaking in a low voice. “Eyes on me, Brat.”
She jerked her head up and looked Bradley in the eyes just in time for him to lower his head again and close his teeth on her nipple.
Kat went wild, though her hands stayed put. She made the sexiest sounds Dean had ever heard, ones that sounded like a rubber band snapping, as if she finally were able to release the tension inside her. Her pussy tightened around his fingers as she came, but Dean didn’t stop. He kept thrusting into her, though he lightened his touch to her clit.
When she sagged back, her hands sliding until she lay flat on the table, she shivered.
Dean’s cock was hard, and hereallywanted to slip into her. He still had her bodysuit pulled out of the way, could see the flushed lips of her inviting pussy, knew he could put on a condom and be inside her in moments.
But…something inside him refused to let him. It felt wrong, and he was terrified that doing it would cross a line he couldn’t come back from. She already occupied too much of his mind.
Yet, when Kat whimpered, when he brushed her clit again, when it was so damned clear she wasn’t done yet, Dean grinned.
“Guess I can get you off,” he said. “And in case once wasn’t enough to prove my point, you better hold on, Kat.”
The flash of uncertainty on her face was lovely, and Dean grinned wider. Nothing better than a worried sub…
Kat couldn’t believe the way she trembled before Dean. This was hardly her first orgasm, so why was it that she felt different, like this was something new?