“Count with me, Viola.”
Is he serious right now?
“Do it,” he demands, his voice firmer now. He speeds the rhythm of his finger and fucks me hard with it. “Count how many times you come.”
My head falls back, riding each wave and biting my lip.
“Viola,”he growls, grabbing my attention back to his mouth.
“Why?” I ask, arching my hips and meeting his pressure.
“You play by my rules, remember?” He slows his pace, threatening to stop completely. “Now count.”
“You’re such a prick,” I spit out, trying to control my breathing. Why does he get off on humiliating me?
He grins unapologetically. “I warned you, Princess.”
I sigh. I can’t fight it any longer. “One.”
He smiles and grabs under my thighs, pinning me down with his mouth. His tongue fucks me and takes complete control. My breathing is ragged as he twists his finger back inside me, thrusting in and out, in and out, until I can’t breathe at all and my body shakes as I release against his tongue.
“Two,” I say on a shaky breath.
“Good girl,” he praises, running his tongue along his lower lip, a pleased smirk forming over his face. “Whatever you do, don’t move.”
“What?” I can’t breathe.
I feel his finger playing with my clit, rubbing slow circles. He brings up his other hand and slowly rubs another finger down my slit at the same time, barely giving me time to recover from the last orgasm he gave me. I’m honestly not sure how much more I can take. I want him inside me.
“Patience, Princess.” He makes eye contact with me briefly. “Remember, don’t move.”
Before I can ask why, I feel his finger move lower until he’s circling my tight hole. I gasp the moment I feel his finger push inside.What the hell is he doing to me?
“Travis,” I moan on a whimper. My body feels tense, unfamiliar with the sensation. As he pushes his finger deeper, his other finger continues to circle my clit at the same time. “I can’t…holyshit.”
My legs spread wider, giving him the approval to continue.
“Goddamn, you taste amazing.”
He thrusts his finger in and out, speeding up his pace as he rubs my clit. My hips are uncontrollable as another wave of pleasure rolls through me. He brings his mouth down, licking up my release. His fingers don’t stop, even when my legs give out. He wraps them around his shoulders, holding me up.
“Viola…” he growls, and I know exactly what he’s after.
“Three!” I gasp.
His fingers work magic, and he doesn’t let up until I’ve counted to five. My body is completely spent, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my voice entirely.
He stands up between my legs, wiping his mouth and chin. He cracks his jaw with a sly smile. God, I hate that smile.No, I don’t.I fucking love it, but dammit, I hate that I do.
By now, the alcohol has worked out of my system. I should come to my senses and stop him, but I’m too far gone into his spell now.
“So, how’d that compare?” He leans in and asks. I want to smack that smug smirk right off his face.
“To what?” My breathing is still staggering.
He cocks his head. “Compare to how it feels when you do it yourself.”He can’t be serious right now…
His arrogance pisses me off. I’m not one of those girls who’ll feed his ego just to keep him around.