“Just one?”
I lifted my shoulders playfully. “We’ll see what happens.”
We paid the bill and picked up our coats, and after he slipped mine onto my shoulders, he spoke low in my ear. “Your ass in that red skirt has me so hard right now.”
Giggling, I pulled on my gloves and spoke softly over my shoulder. “Patience, Mr. Wolf. Give a girl a little time to frolic in the woods before you grab her ass.” I turned to face him and rose on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “Want to come home and frolic with me?”
He grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the door without another word.
Twenty
JAIME
He loomed over me in the dark as I shivered on the kitchen floor.
“Nowhere to run, little girl,” he said, his tone dark but delighted. “I’ve chased you all through the woods. I’ve chased you out of your pretty clothes. I’ve chased you right onto your knees.” He was naked and hard, and now he took his dick in his hand, stroking it while I watched, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. “Now what am I going to do with you?”
On my hands and knees, I sat back on my heels. “What do you want to do with me?”
“Eat you, of course. Tear you apart.” He worked his hand slowly up and down his cock, and I felt my nipples tingling. “But I’m a patient wolf, and I’m not completely without a sense of decorum. Any last requests?”
I licked my lips. “Yes. One.”
“Which is?”
“I want to watch you.”
“Watch me?” Surprise colored his words, but I thought it might be pretend, since he kept his fist tight around his shaft and jerked hard a couple times. “What do you mean, little girl?”
Fuck, he was hot. My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to appreciate the gorgeous lines of his body in the dark, the swell of the muscles, the motion of his arm. I’d given him a hand job before, but I’d never watched him (or any other guy) do it to himself, and suddenly it seemed like the hottest thing ever. I’d felt his orgasm inside me, heard the gasp and groan of it, tasted it on my tongue—now I wanted to see it. “I want to watch you do that.”
His hand slowed again. “You know I like you to be specific. Tell me exactly what you want or you won’t get it.”
Quinn never let me get away with skirting around my dirtiest desires. If you think it, you should say it, he said. Believe me, I want to hear it.
“I want to see your hands on your body. I want to watch you lose control. I want to watch you make yourself come while you look at me.”
His chest hitched with rapid breaths. “You’re such a naughty little girl.”
He didn’t know the half of it—there were all kinds of things running through my mind right now.
“I am,” I said, getting to my knees, running my hands up my thighs. “Because I’ve thought about it before.”
“Yeah?” His eyes were glued to my hands, which roamed over my breasts, down my stomach, between my legs. He moved his thumb over the shiny tip of his cock, and my clit throbbed.
“Yes. When you first moved in, I’d imagine you in bed below me getting yourself off while I did the same in my bed.” I slipped one fingertip inside myself and rubbed the wetness over my clit.
“I probably was. Fuck.” His hand moved faster over his cock, which was thick with veins and darker than the skin on his thighs.
“Did you think about me?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “Fuck yes, I did.” His ab muscles flexed as he jerked his fist up and down in quick, tight motions. “Are you wet?”
“Drenched.” Filled to bursting with the desire to please him, to do things with him I’d never done with anyone else, I pushed my finger in deeper. “Want to feel?”
His eyes nearly came out of his head. Before he could answer, I moved a little closer and put my wet fingertip between his legs, brushing over a sensitive spot, then sliding it back a little to test him. Would he let me? I wasn’t sure how far I should go—this was something I’d thought about but never done before. I’d never felt close enough to anyone to try it. But I wanted to with Quinn, wanted to see what it would do to him, wanted to experience that sense of power inherent in penetrating someone, getting inside him. What was that like?
“Yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Oh my fucking God, yes.”
Slowly and carefully, I pushed in deeper, delighted by the way it made him moan and curse, shocked at the tight, hot grip around my finger. With my other hand, I rubbed my clit, bringing both of us that much closer.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come,” he growled, barely able to speak. “So hard…”
“Right here,” I whispered, moving my other hand to my breasts.
With a strangled moan, he angled his dick toward my chest. His fist tightened and slowed, and I watched as he came on my tits in quick, hot bursts, his ass clenching my fingertip. I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
When it was over, I fell back onto my hands and sat on the floor, panting as hard as if the orgasm had been mine.
He dropped to his knees, pushed my legs apart and lowered his head between my thighs. Propping myself on my elbows, I watched him devour me like I was covered in Chocolate Cartier.
He dipped his tongue inside, licking upward in short, tantalizing strokes. “So sweet,” he murmured. “How can such a wicked little girl taste so sweet?”