Page 40 of The Risk Taker
The remnants of this evening’s cocktails in my bloodstream must be why my hands drop to the hem of my dress.
“I guess you’ll have to find out that answer for yourself,” I whisper.
His eyes pinch at the corners as I inch the fabric up to my hips, exposing my plain white thong. He holds my eyes for the longest time, before finally dropping his gaze down.
He purses his lips, brows pulling into a deep V.
“Don’t need to touch you,” he rasps.
I swallow as a familiar surge of humiliation climbs up my windpipe. But it only makes it an inch before it’s cut off by the sensation of a thick finger hooking into the front of my panties above my pubic bone.
He gently tugs the fabric up so the thin strip covering me is swallowed between my pussy lips, spreading them apart either side of it.
“Can see you’ve soaked your panties already. Messy girl.” He tuts.
This time, I welcome the humiliated heat in my cheeks. It pulses and throbs in time with my clit from the friction created by the bunched fabric.
He tugs it tighter, and a small moan spills from my mouth.
His eyes snap to mine. “You like that, New York City? Like putting your pretty wet cunt on display for me?”
“No,” I lie through clenched teeth.
I moan louder as he slides his thumb over my clit.
“We’re not in the dark now. You know it’s me touching you.”
I stare at him through hooded lids, my breath making my chest rise and fall in the small gap between us. I hate that he’s right. Last night, I thought he was someone else. But now…
I gasp as he slides two thick fingers past my panties and pushes them inside me without warning. His eyes are pinned on my face, gauging my reaction.
“You want me to make you forget again? Because I can. You just have to say please.”
“What?” I splutter, fighting not to react as he expertly fucks me slowly with his fingers whilst rubbing lazy circles over my thumping clit with his thumb.
“My fingers are inside you, Jude. Saypleaseand I’ll replace them with my tongue. Prove there are guys who love eating pretty little cunts like yours.”
His face is so serious, like he didn’t just say something so filthy.
“W-what?” I fail to disguise another moan, and it spills from me, echoing around the room as he keeps up his leisurely fingering of me.
“I’ll prop you up on my face and make you come so hard you’ll not even remember assholes in bars, and shit for brains exes,” he continues.
“Why would I ever do that with you again?” I pant, leaning back against the door, my breasts arching toward him with my heaving breaths.
He leans closer until his breath lands against my lips in warm waves.
“You want to forget the past.So do I.”
I whimper as my body ripples around his fingers.
“You want to be friends with benefits?” I whisper.
His eyes are cold as he holds mine with deadly precision. “Never said I was going to be your friend.”
A wave of wetness pools around his fingers as he curls the tips against my G-spot, making me shiver.
“You want to be enemies that fuck, then?” I breathe, wondering why that sounds so much hotter.
