I lick my bottom lip, trying to buy time with how I want to play this.
“Pixie, you have no idea what kind of man I am.” My facial expression is schooled not to move, but every vein in my body pumps over time. I wait for her to continue that path up her legs. I may be on a leash, but I’m not about to back down from this challenge. I’ll happily watch. Wait her out and see if she’s got the courage to keep pushing me.
“You seem to be the kind that waits for approval. The kind that looks for direction. The type that would rather follow the rules than play with something you’re not supposed to.” Her eyes explore me from top to bottom, the same way I’m surveying every inch of her.
The massive ceiling fan isn’t doing much to cool the room off, and sweat is starting to gather low on my back. I don’t respond, because I know what she’s doing. She wants to push, see how far she can take this before I snap. So, I smile at her.
“I think the best thing to do is just get it out of our system. Enjoy a little bit of sweaty fun tonight. We can keep it a secret or blame it on the drinks or whatever, but you’ve been looking at me all night like you’re just dying for a taste,” she says with a raspiness to her voice that has my nerves tingling. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
My mouth salivates. The idea of sinking into her, any way that she’ll request, has me ready like an eager asshole. One who is all but seconds from breaking the rules I’ve been given. But the thing is, she’s trying to make this all about sex.Onlyabout sex. And with her, the way she makes me think, the feelings she’s been pulling from me, it’s more than that from where I stand. And I’m not about to let her set the pace.
I take the last sip of my beer and put it down behind me, resting against the counter. Instead of saying yes and having this night with her, which a part of me wants to doverybadly, I need more from her. Forget the agreement with WITSEC; hell, even put her safety to the side for a second. I’m not about to say yes and fuck her. She’ll put us into a box that she can handle. I’d never risk her or cheapen my feelings for her for a fast fuck.
Air Force training was more than flying. It was about analyzing the situation and making quick, analytical decisions. The ability to rein in emotion being just as important as take-off or landing. And right now, I’m both pissed off and turned on. My training is a flex that I have to use, as it’s taking all of my willpower not to concede and fuck her senseless.
G sits back in the chair and drags her skirt higher, toward her hips.
Don’t you dare, Pixie.
Her thick, toned thighs are just asking to be grabbed, slapped, and licked. I want to bite a path from her hips to the curve of her ass and then dip my mouth down to bite and slap them so goddamn hard. But instead of any of that, I lean back and just watch her. Talk my dick down.
She pulls her knees apart slowly, bunching up the already pushed high skirt. Then, leaning back, she moves her left leg over the chair's left arm, and then her right leg over the chair's right arm. She sits there, legs wide open, baring her pussy to me shamelessly.
Well, fuck me.
My pulse ticks faster, and I can’t help but bite my cheek. Infringe some kind of pain in order to snap me out of her spell and keep my feet planted in place. She’s forward, aggressive, and gives zero fucks about what anyone has to say to or about her. Fearless and confident, the perfect combination. I rub my thumb across my upper lip. And swallow. Tasting a bit of copper from biting too hard.
The lighting in the room is dim, but it doesn't matter. Her swollen pussy is completely bare, visibly wet, and less than ten feet away. I wasn’t built for this level of discipline, to withstand her words and body inviting me to do my best, or perhaps my worst. Honestly, I don’t know anyone who could resist this. She sits patiently, tilts her head to the side, sizing up my next move, and runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
“It’s not going to lick itself, Henry,” she says.
And that’s all it takes for me to snap. My cock hears her loud and clear. Too ready to be pulled off the bench and into a warmer, wetter place that looks exactly like the gorgeous cunt in front of me.
Any commonsense or reserve I had about this situation with her is fucking dust in the wind, and in five quick strides, I make my way across the room. With intent, I drop to my knees in front of her and wrap my hands under her thighs.
An audible gasp escapes her. I don’t think she actually expected me to break.
I jerk her closer to the edge of the chair, tilting her ass upwards. My mouth hovers centimeters above her pussy, and it’s taking everything I’ve ever held in the way of willpower not to dive in face first and devour the ever-living hell out of her. She pushed me too far and now I need a taste. It’s no longer a want, but an actual need. The smell of her makes my mouth water. Everything about her screams irresistible right now, the crease of her hip, the pathway from her thighs to the curve of her pussy lips. All of it smooth, warm, and waiting for attention.
“Holy fuck,” she groans out. Her breath is ragged.
I pull my eyes away from what I so desperately want in every way possible and look into hers. The woman is beautiful. In a class entirely her own when it comes to sex appeal, but there’s something gut-wrenchingly perverse and glorious about her being dominated in this moment. I savor the sight and commit it to memory. The problem with savoring is that it can allow reality to creep back in, along with a bit of self-control. I know that this moment starts and ends here. It’s going to destroy me, but I don’t see any other way.
Her sultry voice rasps out my name. “Henry.”
That does it. I’m fucking human, after all, and the woman I’ve searched for, craved, and thought was no longer a possibility, is literally in my grasp, legs open, dripping with arousal for me.
Just one taste.
I jerk her up higher, stick out my tongue wide and flat, and begin a savoring drag at the start of her ass crack, up through her slit, finally tasting the excitement spilling out of her. But instead of stopping, my tongue stays flat and moves slow enough to part the lips of her pussy so I can lap up the excitement that’s coating her. There’s nothing more delicious than the taste of this woman. When I finally reach her clit and pulse my tongue slightly, it gives her the tiniest jolt of pleasure. And she moans. Sounding equally turned on and frustrated. Before I pull away from her completely, I move my mouth back, flick her clit with my tongue once, twice, three times, and then suck on it. Just for a beat. Just long enough to drag out one last tiny moan. Then I pull back and lick my bottom lip, tasting the salty sweetness.
“I won’t cause you any trouble. Don’t go looking for it,” I say as I lean away. I don’t wipe my mouth. I leave the remaining taste of her on my upper lip and chin. Smeared on the scruff that’s grown out. I drag my thumb through her slowly, giving myself a moment to settle down and feel the slick that I’ve just spread so well. Back and forth, lightening the pressure as I graze her clit over and over.
Breathless, she stutters, “Wh-what?”
She meets my gaze. “First, I have no intention of getting you out of my system. So don’t fucking say that to me again. And second, you taste even better than I imagined. And, Pixie, I’ve got a great imagination. Now close your fucking legs and stay out of trouble.”
I back away, placing her thighs that I’ve had in my hands back down onto the chair. She stares at me and only blinks. Speechless, or maybe pissed off. Perhaps both, but I’m not about to stay and test any more wills this evening.