“That’s better,” he whispers, running a single finger down over my stomach.
I sigh, breathing heavily as I wait for him to act. He stands between my legs, tickling my thighs while he smiles at me. I groan, just the smallest contact driving me wild. My back arches as I grind myself against him, begging him to relieve me.
“Stop teasing me,” I mutter when he drags his fingernails over the outside of my damp panties.
My thighs clench, but he keeps them parted, the feel of his touch nearly too much for me to handle.
“What’s wrong?” he taunts. “You don’t like it?”
God, you know that’s not true.
I cry out when his finger slips around my panties and inside me. He leans over me, kissing my stomach, while he fingers me. I gasp, running my hands through his thick, dark hair. I grab hold of his hair when he moves lower, his tongue threatening to invade me.
I wrap my legs around his neck, my hands clutching onto his hair. He slides his tongue inside me and I groan, because he certainly knows how to work the woman's body. He flicks back-and-forth against my clit, relentless in his determination to pleasure me.
“You like that?” he murmurs, his voice muffled against me.
I nod, because words aren’t possible. He smiles, his eyes staying locked on mine as he sucks and flicks at my clit. I cry out, my back arching as he pushes me, until I'm teetering on the edge of pleasure.
I whimper as he climbs over me, his mouth finding mine. He reaches over on his nightstand for a condom, tearing the foil open, then he rolls it over his length. I gasp as he pushes his length inside me, while my lips roughly explore his.
I groan, locking my legs around him, then I squeeze my thighs together, as he drives himself inside me.
“You’re incredible,” he mutters, kissing me.
“Oh, God,” I say, out of breath and almost ready to climax. “I'm going to…”
My voice trails off as my body begins to convulse. I gasp, my pussy throbbing as he slides into me. He growls, thrusting harder into me, until he’s almost doubled over.
“Fuck,” he pants.
He growls, releasing inside me while I grind my hips against his. I groan, my body shaking, as I come again, harder and with more intensity than the first time. He jerks forward as he releases. His grip on my tightening as he thrusts deeper and harder into me, until with one final thrust, he’s done.
I giggle as he slides out of me and rolls onto the bed. I stare up at the ceiling and then I face him. He smiles at me, looking as dazed as I feel. He rolls me into his arms, tilts my face up to his and then he kisses me.
Yep. I’m definitely not playing games anymore…Chapter ThirteenCameron“Do you really have to go?” I ask.
I lean over her, pressing my mouth against hers in a shameless attempt to stop her from leaving. She groans, but I can feel her starting to give in.
“Yes,” she says firmly. She grins at me and pushes me away, so she can stand up. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
I chuckle and watch her walk out of the room, listening out for the sound of the front door opening and closing, then I roll over and sigh. Last night was pretty fucking special. Not a single part of me expected it to end like that. Of course, I didn’t expect it to start the way it did either.
I smile at the sound of the doorbell and hoist myself out of bed. I walk over to the door, not bothering to put any clothes on. I’m that sure it’s Darcy, back for more of me. I knew she’d change her mind. I pull open the door.
“I knew you couldn’t keep that sexy ass of yours away—”
I stop talking when I see my father standing there.
“Dad,” I say in a flat voice.
“It’s a little creepy that you find my ass sexy,” Dad says, somehow managing to say that with a straight face.
“Obviously I thought you were someone else,” I retort. “What do you want?”
I walk over to the couch and grab a blanket, wrapping it around me, because there’s no need to ever have a conversation with my father while I’m naked.
“I have something I want to ask you.”
He awkwardly looks around, his eyes avoiding mine. I frown, impatiently waiting for him to just say what he needs to say, but he can't seem to get it out.
“Which is what?” I prompt him.
“I wanted to ask you if you’d be my best man best man,” he murmurs.
“Your best man?” I repeat. I look away, feeling embarrassed and uneasy. I thought I had escaped him asking me this with the ceremony just being immediate family, and I’m not sure how to say no without being rude.