LUCAS
“Knock it the fuck off,” I mutter, not for the first time since tying Delilah to the headboard.
“What?” she asks, all innocence.
“You know what. You keep moving closer.”
“No, I’m not.” If I could see her in the dark, I know I’d find her smiling. Even now, she can’t help herself.
“You fucking are, and you need to stop.” I turn my back to her so my erection isn’t visible under the blanket. “Do it one more time, and you’re back on the floor.”
“I really didn’t mean to.”
Tease.I bite back the comment, knowing she’ll only argue, and it will all be lies. I knew bringing her up here was a bad idea, but she would never have shut up.
Even the sound of her legs sliding along the sheet is enough to make me harder than before. Those legs were sliding over my back and shoulders earlier when I made her come. I lick my lips, but the taste of her is gone, even if the memory is fresh. Her moans. The way they turned to screams.
If I don’t stop thinking about this, I’ll never get to sleep. And I’ll never be able to keep myself from mauling her. Even now, when I’m more suspicious of her than ever, her body calls to me. How much louder could I make her scream with my cock buried deep in that sweet pussy?
Even the thought of suffering from blue balls isn’t enough to push thoughts of her out of my head—especially when she brushes against me again. “Sorry…”
She’s not sorry. I want to make her that way, though. Teasing me, pushing me like this. I roll over and find her on her side, her ass angled my way. The nightshirt she’s wearing has worked itself up close to her waist, revealing her lacy thong.
“You think it’s fun to play games with a man?” I growl, taking her hip in my hand and thrusting against her firm globes.
“I wasn’t—” I give another thrust, this time sliding between her cheeks. She moans out the rest of her statement.
“You want to learn what happens when you fuck around?” I whisper in her ear before biting the lobe. She hisses—but pushes against me, wiggling her ass.
I pull back and roll her over. The sight of her there, wrists tied together over her head, sets off that familiar feeling in me. Deeper than lust. That darker side, leaping eagerly to life at the sight of a helpless woman.
With the shirt pushed up over her head, I take her tits in both hands and squeeze until she gasps. “This is what happens.” I lower my head, taking one of her tight nipples in my mouth and giving it the same treatment I gave her clit earlier.
And just like before, she writhes under me like a whore. Only she’s not putting it on for show, not with her pussy gushing until her thong is plastered to her lips. I stroke her mound while sucking her nipple, and the sound of her moans makes me drip.
She’s never had a man like me before. Who wouldn’t feel like a king, making her come until she covered my face in her sweet pussy juice? And now, she spreads her legs, jerking her hips to meet my touch. Moaning, her head rolling from side to side, eyes closed. “So good.”
I release her nipple, giving it one last flick. “Is it? I should stop, then.” Just like that, my hand is gone.
Her eyes fly open. “What? No! Don’t stop!”
“Why should I reward you for being a tease?” A light brush against her nipples makes her writhe and moan helplessly.
“Please… it’s so good…” She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears, which is where I want her. I want her to beg. I want her entire existence to depend on what happens next. Whether or not I grant her pleasure.
“Is it? But you’ve been a nasty little tease. Rubbing yourself against me. Making sure I couldn’t forget you’re here.” I roll my hips and grind against her pussy.
“Yes! Oh, god!”
“You mean yes, you deliberately fucked with me?” I lap at her nipple until she whines.
“Yes! Yes, I did, I did, and I’m sorry.”
That was too easy. I was hoping to drag it out a little more, even with my cock dripping the way it is. “And why did you do that?” I whisper.
“Because I… I mean, I wanted…”
“To screw with me?”