Page 115 of Vicious Intentions
I once overheard Stella talking to Izzie about the time she got caught by her brother-in-law while she was giving her husband head in their kitchen. That was the day Kirill forbadeKostya from ever showing up at their lake house uninvited. In fact, that was the day he forbade us all from ever popping by unannounced.
I never understood what it meant. But now, seeing the white beads forming on the head of Rafe’s cock, I’m pretty sure it has something to do with that.
“Teach me what to do.”
“Anna,” he groans.
“Teach me. Do it,” I command, and it surprises me how forceful I sound, but by the way his mouth curves into a smile, I think he enjoys this side of me, too.
“Come closer,” he says, and stupidly, I lean closer to the phone, causing him to chuckle.
“Stop making fun of me,” I laugh.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he says, but then his lips part slightly, and I almost imagine him seeing me there in his room, kneeling before him, inching closer to him.
“I’m here,” I say softly.
“Good. I’m going to wrap my hand around your throat a little bit. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.”
“I know.” And I mean it.
He would never hurt me. He’s just showing me what he likes, and I want to learn. God, I want to learn so much. I want to give him the same pleasure he’s always so ready to give me. Even if only a fraction of it, since I’m pretty sure I suck at this.
“Wet your lips for me, sweetheart. I want you to tease me with your tongue.”
I wet my lips, and he groans, telling me his eyes aren’t shut but on the screen of his phone… watching every little thing I do.
“Now lean in and just lick the slope of my cock.”
I do as he says, even darting my tongue out, a loud hiss leaving him.
“Fuck. I don’t think I can do this. It’s too damn good…”
When I sense he’s faltering, I continue on.
“Do you feel my tongue on you? My breath caressing your hot skin?”
“Yes,” he grunts.
“Does it feel good?”
“So fucking good.”
“Then don’t tell me to stop. Let me make you feel good, like you always make me. I want to.”
He breathes out through his nose, his grip on his cock tightening before giving it another slow, languid stroke.
“You see how fucking crazy you make me? I’m about to come, and you haven’t even touched me yet.”
“So let me touch you,” I say, then add, “Let me put my mouth around you.”
“Oh, Jesus. Fuck, Anna. Yes. Do it. I’m in agony.”
I would smile right now if I weren’t so turned on.
I squeeze my inner thighs together and watch as he strokes himself, hard and crazed. I can’t help but slide my hand into my panties, spreading my thighs apart, just far enough to brush my fingers over my wet slit, needing some kind of friction to ease the ache that watching him conjured up.
“Just like that,” he mutters. “Touch yourself as you keep pleasuring me.”
