Page 16 of Wicked Dares
The spark of a ruthless orgasm stirs inside me, fueled by his touch. My body tightens around the feeling, chasing it desperately even before it fully arrives. But then he pulls away and slows his pumping.
His hungry stare pins me. I don’t think I can breathe. The cool night air does the breathing for me, moving through lungs I no longer control. As he holds my gaze, his hand drags up my back and stops at the hook of my bikini top.
He strokes the sensitive skin, brushing beneath the hook. The challenge in his stare tells me he wants my clothes off and he’s not asking. The hook snaps, and my top loosens before falling down into the water, leaving my breasts exposed to him. Cool air brushes over my skin, making the moment feel even more intimate somehow.
Those sharp eyes of his take me in, roaming over the huge swells of my breasts with my hardened nipples practically in his face.
“You look like a fucking masterpiece.” His gaze drags over me, slow and unapologetic.
My breath falters, slowing until the last trace hangs on the edge of my sanity. I’ve been called many things in my life. Masterpiece is a first and the one I’ll never forget. Especially because he said it like he truly meant it.
I want to say something, but all words stall in my mind, as frozen as I am.
Bowing his head, Mr. Wicked moves closer and nuzzles his face against my breasts. He inhales me as he licks the valley between, then traces his tongue over my breast to curl around my nipple. The rough scrape of his tongue on my bare skin sends a violent shudder through me.
Any control I had fizzles into the air and I reach for him, grabbing his shoulder.
He sucks my breast harder, then moves to the other, giving it the same attention.
My hands move across his shoulders, searching for purchase in the steel cords of muscles. He grabs the closest hand and brings it down to his cock, closing my fingers around his length through his shorts.
“Feel what you do to me,” he groans, guiding my hand to rub up and down his length. “I’ve been hard from the first moment I saw you.” The confession feeds something reckless growing inside me.
Feeling his cock in my hands turns me on even more, and I shamelessly want him inside me.
He pulls me close for another heated kiss, all while his fingers are still inside me, working my body into a frenzy.
It’s been so long since I was touched like this, my poor, neglected body soaks up the attention like a sponge, taking everything he gives me. And still I want more. Enough that it frightens me a little beneath the pleasure.
He releases my hand from his cock and stops teasing my clit, then he slides his hands under my ass to lift me onto the edge of the tub to sit. “I need to taste you properly.”
His gaze drops to my bikini bottoms. Heat burns through me before he reaches out to grab the band and slide it down my legs.
Then I’m naked.
Completely and utterly naked. And the way he’s looking at me—already devouring me with his eyes—sets my skin on fire.
There’s nothing hesitant in his stare. No uncertainty whatsoever. Just raw male hunger fixed entirely on me.
He spreads my legs wide and steadies me. Just as my feet rest on the tub’s seat, he lowers his face between my thighs and his hot mouth sucks on my pussy. Pleasure swirls through my body, and all I can do is arch into him.
Tilting my hips, he draws my clit deeper into his mouth, and a hot wave of ecstasy leaves me paralyzed. The incredible sensations build, giving me something I never knew I needed. Then I come.
I come, moaning and gasping like I haven’t drawn breath in eons. I wish I knew his name so I could call it.
My devious devil drinks my arousal, licking my clit with the promise of more in every stroke of his tongue. Then he pauses to gaze at me, watching me come undone in his arms. “You taste like you already belong to me, Butterfly.”
The declaration strikes somewhere dangerously deep inside me, but I don’t have the energy left to be afraid of it.
“More?” he adds.
That’s like asking me if the grass is green. “Yes, more.”
He shifts higher and cups my face. “I’ll give you more, but this time, you’re coming on my cock.”
I nod and swallow past the lump of arousal clogging my throat.
“Good girl.” He moves closer like he’s going to kiss me again but stops before he reaches my lips. “Are you on birth control, Butterfly?”
