I don’t release her until I’m spent, and even then, all she does is pull back and lave the head of my dick with attention, lapping up anything that’s left and cleaning me up.
In another lifetime, Brianna Andrews is my perfect woman.
As obsessed as I am watching her worship my dick, I finally kick off my jeans and boxers, my erection quickly coming back to life when she doesn’t stop playing with me.
That is until I reach down and tuck my hands under her arms, hauling her from the floor and throwing her on the bed once more.
Reaching out, I return the favour and rip open her skin-tight jeans, peeling the teasing things down her legs.
“Such a shame,” I mutter, trailing a finger over the delicate lace of her thong.
She stares down at me, her chest heaving, her make-up utterly ruined, and her eyes sparkling with desire.
“Hoping for commando?”
“Nah.” Twisting my fingers in the lace, I tug them harshly from her body. They practically disintegrate, leaving her beautifully bare before me. “Not quite pretty enough not to ruin. Try harder next time.”
“I didn’t dress for you, dick.”
“I know,” I say with a smirk. “Because if you did, you’d have turned up at my door naked.”
Pressing my hands to her knees, I spread her wide before me.
“And just look how much you like that idea. Waiting outside in the hallway, risking being caught. Waiting to see if I’m going to let you in and give you what you need.”
“Nico,” she whimpers when I blow a stream of cool air across her heated, glistening skin.
“You’d be standing out there with your own juices dripping down your thighs, wouldn’t you, Siren? So desperate for my dick, you’d stand there like the shameless, filthy little whore that you are. You’d fucking beg too, wouldn’t you?”
“Please,” she moans as I skim my hands down the inside of her thighs, not getting close to where she really wants me.
“I’ve got what I’ve needed from you tonight, Siren. Twice, actually. You shouldn’t even be here. You should be heading home to spend your night wondering why you were alone. Why I sent you away.”
“But you didn’t,” she pants, her body trembling with need. “And you want my pussy too much to even consider trying to do it again.”
Goddamn it, she’s right on the fucking money with that one.
Because as much of a stubborn motherfucker as I might be, there is no fucking way that she’s walking out of my front door until her legs are barely holding her up and my cum is dripping from her body.
“Just like last night.”
Her words give me pause for a beat before my fingers glide over a mark that I’d missed on her inner thigh.
All the air in my lungs comes out in a rush as I stare down at that mark. My fucking mark.
L-last night…
Last night was a drunken dream. A figment of my imagination.
Shattering in her arms. Letting her both hold me up and attempt to put me back together.
It never really happened.
I’d never allow her to see me that vulnerable, that weak.
But…
“Nico?” she whispers, sensing that I’m having something akin to a meltdown when I should be eating her like she’s the most delicious thing in the world. I mean, she is, but that really is not the point right now.