Page 143 of My Dark Prince
I drank her in like nectar. Our tongues found one another, meeting in the middle. The kiss deepened, turning from soft and tentative to hungry and desperate. She kissed just like she did when we were teenagers. It made my entire body tremble before I even touched her properly.
One of my hands dropped to her waist, and I pressed her against my hard on, letting her see what she did to me. My pinky finger slid under the fabric of her bikini bottoms, between her upper thigh and her ass.
Briar quivered when I broke the kiss, running my mouth along the column of her throat. She threw her head back and let me lick down the sensitive path of her neck, until my tongue dipped between her full tits. She always had great tits. Even back then. But the years had been good to her.
“No cheating.” Shetsked, already panting. “You can’t touch me under the bikini.”
I turned to her right breast, licked the curve beneath its underside, then took it all into my mouth through her bikini. She parked her elbows on the counter behind her as she watched me. I palmed her ass, gripping it roughly.
“You’ll regret saying this,” I murmured into her tit, full and round.
Her nipple puckered further behind the fabric.
“Nope. Don’t break the rules.”
I groaned, slipped my finger out of her bikini bottoms, and scrunched the fabric together a little, just enough to wedge it between her ass cheeks. With my fingers clenched around the strings, I tugged up, tightening the fabric at her pussy so she felt the pressure.
She moaned. Loud. Loud enough that the entire staff could hear, and Seb, and probably the horses in the stables, too. I didn’t care if astronauts could hear it in space. I just wanted her to do it again, and again, and again.
Briar threaded her fingers in my hair, directing my lips to her other tit. I laughed into her skin, teasing with slow tongue strokes before nipping her nipple with my teeth through the nylon. With my free hand, I dug my thumb into her clit. The swollen nub strained between us.
Her knees buckled, and she gasped.
I steadied her by the waist and hoisted her up on the counter. “Don’t be a sore loser, okay, baby?”
She let out a whine while I massaged her clit through the fabric, teasing the slit of her pussy with two fingers as another worked her sensitive bud.
I wanted to frame her in this moment and revisit the memory whenever life kicked my ass. Those heavy, lust-drunk eyes. The tiny gasps each time I touched her just right. The way she dragged her lower lip into her mouth and sucked like she wished it were my cock.
Anyone could walk into the kitchen at any time. In fact, between the staff and her friends, it was likely someone would. And still, I couldn’t stop. Neither could she.
I nuzzled the edge of her bikini strap with my nose, clamped it between my teeth, and tugged, not quite undoing it. Her eyes flared in warning. I laughed, parting her pussy lips with my fingers and slipping my entire middle finger into her through the thin fabric.
She clenched around me in an instant, so tight I couldn’t help but groan. If she had my finger in a death grip, I could only imagine what my dick had in store. It dripped cum at the tip, basically crying in my pants.
“Fine.” Briar began thrusting her hips into my hand, craving more of my touch. “Let’s cut the bullshit. No one here wants you to keep my modesty.”
With that, she released the strings behind her neck. Her top fell to the tiles in a heap, freeing her tits in front of my face.
They were gorgeous. Slightly freckled from the sun, the nipples small and erect.
I immediately began sucking on the left one, murmuring around it, “Now you have to let me fuck you whenever I want.”
“Yes, well, spoiler alert – that was going to happen anyway, and we both know that,” she snapped, annoyed.
It didn’t stop her from quivering around my finger, which kept fucking her through her bottoms. In fact,Icould fuck her right now. She’d let me. But that would ruin her craving. Her anticipation. I wanted the fire in her to intensify with each encounter, each touch, each kiss …
I curled my fingers inside her, still trapped within the fabric, and hit her G-spot. Her hands dropped to my shoulders, nails digging in. I devoured the side of her neck, grinding my erection against her inner thigh, fucking her with everything I had in me without even fucking her.
“Oliver.” She threw her head back, panting. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
I knew she was.
She was riding my hand like a cowgirl.
“Come for me, Briar,” I breathed into her mouth, licking, biting, teasing, driving both of us mad. “Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”
She did.
