Page 5 of Devious Obsession
I come in her mouth. My balls tighten, my muscles tremble, and the release is mind-blowing.
“Swallow,” I order.
Her throat works, following my directive automatically. It’s either that or choke, I suppose. When I pull out of her, she sits back on her heels. I let go of her hair and trail my knuckles across her cheek. I wipe the corner of her mouth, then step back farther. I tuck my cock back in my pants like we don’t still have an audience.
Instead, I take the joint out of my pocket and relight it with a flick of my lighter. The flame bursts to life in front of my face, and I inhale the smoke. It sears my lungs but lessens some of that extra weight on my shoulders by the time I exhale.
“Satisfied?” She climbs back to her feet.
Her voice scratches an itch deep inside my brain. I don’t understand it.
In the dim lighting, up close and personal, I get more of her details. Her red lips are puffy. Her messed-up mascara illuminates her eyes.
I smirk at that. Everyone will know what sort of gameweplay in the dark.
She doesn’t object when I loop my finger in the waistband of her shorts and reel her in. Her chest hits mine, and she steadies herself by gripping my upper arms. Her touch is electric, but I focus on my mission of dissecting her.
She plucks the joint from my hand while I unbutton her jean shorts. She takes a hit, and I run my finger along the lace top of her panties. They’re purple.Cute. Like she wasn’t expecting to get laid tonight. She shudders at the sensation.
“Your hand is cold,” she whispers.
I smirk. “Every part of me is cold, sweetheart. Better get used to that.”
Her lips part when I slip into her panties. She’s smooth, shaved, and the heat between her legs is unbearable. My cock twitches again, waking up for a second round, but I ignore it. I run my fingers through her wet center, over her clit and then farther down, until I am cupping her entirely. The heel of my palm rests against her clit. Two fingers push into her. She’s tight, and her muscles squeeze at me.
She’s going to feel fantastic when I fuck her.
“What was it that woke up your sweet little cunt?” I ask in a low voice. “The people in the room who watched you choke on my dick? Or me ordering you around?”
Besides the barest brush of her chest against mine, and my fingers inside her, we’re not really touching. She’s got her hand on my biceps, her legs spread to let me in. But other than that, she barely even looks at me.
I don’t like that.
“Eyes,” I demand.
Her gaze swings back to me slowly, a pendulum that crashes into my guard with enough force to rattle me. Her eyelids drop, until she’s only looking at me through little slits. Her lips part as I rub her G-spot with my index finger.
I shift my hand, digging the heel of my palm into her clit. While she’s distracted, I pluck the joint and inhale. I hold the smoke in my mouth, then grip the back of her neck and pull her to me. Her lips touch mine, and I blow the smoke into her mouth.
She inhales, trying to stifle her reaction to my fingers. But I can’t help but picture her at my mercy. On her knees again or tied to my bed. Struggling.
The noises she’s making, the way her cunt is clenching around my fingers—suddenly, I don’t want her to come. Our game isn’t over yet.
So I pull out of her entirely, cutting off her pleasure before it has a chance to spiral.
Her eyes pop open—and then her brow lowers.
Even her glare is gorgeous.
I put my face right in front of hers, my hold on the back of her neck strengthening. Anticipating her withdrawal.
“Your dark fantasies,” I remind her. “You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.”
Her gaze moves away from me.
Embarrassed.
“Tell me.”
