Page 31 of Vicious Secrets
Siro’s not behind me. He’s practically in front of me. Standing beside the bed near my ankles with his eyes on my face, rubbing his mouth with his thumb. “May I join you?”
My clit pulses under his stare. I lick my dry lips and throw my sanity off the balcony. “Please.”
Is that a plead or a confirmation? Hell if I know.
Siro watches me for a minute as if he expects me to rescind the offer. One corner of his mouth curls up as he sits on the bed with his back against the headboard. The hand on his mouth moves to his crotch and makes quick work of the fly of his pants. He pulls his cock out, and I bite my lip. How could I forget how hot he is?
“Play with your pussy, Robyn. Make my cock jealous,” he says as he strokes himself.
The words hit me like a tidal wave, knocking me onto my back and stealing the air from my lungs. “Yeah? What’s worse to watch? A toy inside me or how wet I get by myself?”
Siro chuckles. “You were wetter during the bride test than you are now.”
I turn my head to the side to hide my shame. He’s wrong—I’m soaked, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get wetter. Pulling the dildo completely out, I set it against my thigh and return to rubbing the vibrator over my clit in slow circles.
“Why were you wet for me that night?” he asks in a gruff voice.
“A powerful man about to force pleasure on me with his mouth is like the ultimate fantasy.”
“Yeah? You want me to force you to cum, Robyn?”
My hips buck against my vibrator. I nod, not trusting my voice to produce words and not pathetic moans.
“Good girl,” Siro mocks. “Take your toys to my office and sit on my desk facing my chair.”
I do as he says and roll out of bed, not bothering to turn the vibrator off or pull my dress down on the short walk. Siro soon joins me. Leaving the door open, he takes a seat and leans back in the chair to watch me.
“Put your feet on the desk and spread your pussy.Fuckyes, that’s it. Put the vibrator on your clit and show me how pretty your pussy looks when it aches for me.”
Siro’s dirty talk might earn the honor of making me cum without penetration. He strokes his cock in his fist, his gaze flicking between my pussy and my face.
“Can I play with you?” he asks in a raspy voice.
I shake my head, wanting us to be equals in pleasure. “Not fair.”
Siro nods, not looking bothered in the slightest. “Show me how greedy your pussy is. Ride your toy in front of my face.”
I suction the dildo to the desk right on the edge of the surface and position my entrance against the tip. Sinking down, I have to remove the vibrator to prevent myself from cumming too soon. I take half of it before bouncing my hips up.
“No backing off. Take it all or take it out,” he growls.
I watch his face as I rock my hips, trying to take more of the toy inside of me and struggling despite the fire his stare keeps alight in my veins. It’s not that big. Hell, it might be smaller than Siro. But it’s also not a toy I reach for often.
“Do you need help?” he coos.
His offer is as tempting as the last, but it still feels wrong. I bounce my hips, breaking his command, and slide back down.
Siro growls. “Don’t test me.”
“Or what?” I look him dead in the eye.
He leans forward and uses his free hand to pry the base of the dildo off the desk, pushing it up into me in one rough thrust. I rise up on my tiptoes to alleviate the fullness. My hand flies out and grabs his shoulder to steady myself. Siro chases me, forcing me to take it all.
He fucks me with gentle, shallow strokes. I rock my body to meet them. My chin dips to my chest. Siro presses his forehead against mine. The shoulder I hold on to moves faster under my grip as he strokes his cock.
“Good girls don’t ignore their clits,” he hisses.
My eyes fly open with the intention of looking down to guide my hand. The second our gazes lock, I can’t look away. The hunger in his eyes ratchets up the pressure in my belly to the cusp of an orgasm. I’m so close.
