The activity was affecting her too. Her luscious lips had fallen open, and her breath was coming out in short, quick pants.
What would it be like to have her for real? The thought crept into his head like a sneaky thief on a cold night. What would it be like to put her underneath him? To make her beg? Had she ever been made to beg before?
A new curiosity filled him up. And suddenly, Han was moving without thought or plan. He curled a hand around her neck and pulled her forward.
She eeped against his mouth when he drew her in for the kiss. She tasted like warm ocean water for some reason, an innocent mermaid risen from the sea. He licked at her lips, then pressed into her warm mouth. Wanting more. Taking more than he should. But she didn’t stop him. No…she kissed him back.
A show. They were just putting on a show for Kuang Jr.
But the kiss set them ablaze.
In an instant, the room fell away, along with the threat of Kuang Jr. She ground her cunt into his lap as they kissed, her hips coming unhinged. And Han clasped her ass. Not for the show but because he wanted to her—needed her to grind slower and tighter against him.
The sudden increase in pressure 10X-ed her efforts and made her undulations that much more arousing. For both of them.
Han swallowed her frantic moans. “I’m… I’m…” his impulse purchase gasped against his lips.
Her mouth fell away. A show. This was only supposed to be a show. But she began to shudder against him, an orgasm almost as unexpected as his acquisition of her quaking her body.
The sight of her coming on his lap was incredibly erotic. Just a show…but Han had to bite down on his back teeth to keep from coming like a schoolboy in his pants as he watched her fall apart.
Either minutes or hours passed in this manner. Han couldn’t be sure. His chest was pounding, his blood pumping with a roaring hunger. The cotton of her panties was so thin that despite being fully clothed, Han could feel the sticky heat of her cunt against him, wet and pulsing.
Temptation coursed through his body. All it would take was an unzipping of his pants. He could pull himself out, move her underwear—maybe even rip them off her body. Then he’d be inside of her—
But no. He bit down on the ravenous hunger. Not here. Not like this.
Han somehow managed to hold himself back, and eventually, she finished coming.
“I can’t…” she drooped against him, her arms still clinging around his neck. “I can’t believe I did that.”
JAZZ
I can’t believe I did that.
It was a total wipeout. I was underneath the ocean, unsure what was up or down. Or even if I’d said those words out loud.
What did I do? For a moment, there was nothing but pleasure. That wicked bonfire had built so fast and hot. The orgasm overtook me before I realized that was where it was heading.
I’d found myself in a terrible situation, one I would never wish to be in, but for several moments, I’d been in the ocean, surfing the perfect wave.
Until…the wipeout of realization. And when I finally managed to resurface, everything inside me and out burned with embarrassment. I wasn’t sure how I wasn’t a pile of ash at this point. All I wanted to do is die. Die of shame.
“Don’t,” the Fae King warned.
I didn’t know his name. I’d come in his lap, but I didn’t even know his name! A brain-melting panic began to rise inside of me.
But he wrapped his arms around me, tight like an amateur lifeguard pulling a flailing swimmer out of the ocean.
“You did very well. He believes you belong to me now,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and full of censure. “Do not ruin our illusion by becoming visibly upset.”
He was right. I caught myself and paddled back to shore before another wave of shame and panic could wipe me out again.
He must have sensed my calm down.
“Good, good.” He gave me a kiss on my forehead, and it felt like a reward for not freaking out. “Get dressed now.”
But he must have understood that I wasn’t in the condition to take any more of his orders.
Instead of waiting for me to obey like he did the last time, he stood up with me in his arms and walked over to my discarded clothes. And instead of putting me down there or walking back to the couch, he crossed the room and set me down underneath the television set where K Diamond wouldn’t be able to see me. See us…
I was still shocked about what had just happened and even more surprised when he began to re-dress me like a Barbie. Putting on my bra first, then my T-shirt before squatting down and holding out my shorts so that I could push my legs through.
