“Right here, is it?” he murmurs against my ass, and starts to stroke my G-spot again, again, again.
“Yes, oh, god, don’t stop,” I pant. But as soon as I say that, his fingers still inside me. He licks my ass one last time, tongue sliding right around the tight pucker, before he pulls back. His fingers drop out of me, and I sag against the window, confused, panting. “What are you doing?” I protest. “I said don’t stop.”
But he’s standing up, locking eyes with me as he licks his fingers clean, one at a time. “I told you you’d have to beg for me. Now let’s hear it.”
My jaw drops. He can’t be serious. But he just stands there watching me, amusement written all over his face, sparking in his eyes.
“You want me to… beg?”
“Let’s hear it, dirty girl. If you want the full punishment, that is. Otherwise…” He turns toward the door, and I practically leap at him, grabbing the edge of his shirt.
“Wait.”
He halts, staring at me once more, amused.
I swallow hard. “Just… just give me a second.” I hesitate, then reach up for his shirt buttons. “And this is in the way,” I add.
He just watches me, smirking, as I yank the buttons of his shirt open and push it off his body. I grab his pants next, undoing the clasp, while all the while, he watches me with those dark, serious eyes of his. “You’ve never begged anyone for it, have you, Naomi?”
Hearing name makes my heart skip, then trill in my chest. I know I should have used a fake with him earlier, but I can’t make myself regret it. Something about hearing it in his mouth feels so damn right. “I… maybe not,” I mumble, flashing him a shy look.
His grin widens. “Good.” He catches my wrists just as I finish undoing his pants, but before I can push them down off his hips. “Then this will be a fun first for you.” He steps me back, until I’m back against the window. This time my ass is pressed against the pane of glass, and my hands are both grasped in one of his stronger, broader hands. He raises my arms over my head and pins them against the window. With his free hand, he reaches down to stroke my pussy again, this time not pushing a finger inside me, but just stroking my lips, one after the next.
He parts them, circles his finger around my entrance. Then withdraws, to circle around my mound, before he repeats. It’s a slow, burning kind of agony, with every nerve in my body on fire for him, begging for me to fuck him. Every part of me except my mouth.
I bite my lower lip, internally debating.
He watches, amusement dancing in those dark gray eyes of his. “All you have to do is ask me very, very nicely, and I’ll give you exactly what you want from me,” he promises.
I swallow hard.
His fingers part my lower lips. This time, he lets one finger slide inside me. Then a second. I moan and buck against his hand. His thumb grazes my clit, and it sends sparks through my body, making me buck against his hand, my breath hard and hot. “Okay, we’ll practice,” he whispers. He starts to stroke me faster again, and I practically groan with relief. His mouth is inches from mine, his gaze still intent on me, as his fingers drive into me over and over, pushing me toward a peak.
I’m so close I can practically taste the orgasm, when suddenly, out of nowhere, his hand goes still. Then he pulls his fingers out of me. I curse, loud and profusely, but that only makes him grin wider.
“I told you. Ask me nicely.” At that, he places his hand back on my inner thigh. Slides it back up to my pussy again. This time, when his fingers touch my lips, I can already feel that I’m dripping, his fingers coated in my juices as he starts to stroke my slit once more.
I press my lips together, stubborn to the end. But after twice more of the same treatment—twice with him stroking me right up to the edge of bliss, only to withdraw his touch, leaving me aching and groaning with want, I finally can’t take it any longer. “Please,” I whisper, at the same time feeling a tiny thrill at the sensation, one I’m not very familiar with. It’s the sensation of surrender. Giving myself over to him, this man I barely know, this stranger, really.
But maybe that’s what gives me the courage. The fact that he’s nobody, anonymous. A one-night stand. Because there are no strings attached, I can be as free as I want to be.
And what I want to be, it turns out, isn’t free at all. I want to be his, if only for the night.
“Louder, Naomi,” he murmurs, as he kisses my belly, his tongue flicking into my navel. Circling the sensitive skin there.
“Please,” I repeat, putting more force behind it now. “Please lick my pussy, Angel.”
He stops abruptly. “Don’t call me that,” he says, and then grimaces, as though regretting having said it.
Still, the confession sends a trill of curiosity through me. “Why not?” I peer at him, frowning. “What should I call you?”
But his expression has cleared already, his gaze sharpening, going intense and more intent than ever. “You may call me Sir.”
There it is again, that flutter in my belly. It increases, becomes a regular hurricane when he nips at my belly, his teeth sharp enough to make me gasp, though not to leave any real marks. “Sir,” I repeat, as his fingers part my lips and tease at my entrance yet again. “Please lick my pussy, Sir.”
He kisses lower. His lips explore my mound, his tongue slipping down to flick over the smooth-shaven skin there. Then he pauses and speaks again. As he does, his breath tickles the wet patch he’s left on my me and makes me shiver from head to toe. “And what else would you like me to do to you, Naomi?”
I wet my lips, knowing what he means. What he wants from me. “Please make me come, Sir.”
With a dark, dangerous smile that tells me that was exactly what he wanted to hear, he pushes me back against the window, my ass now flat against the glass, my back turned to the world. In a sudden, swift motion, he catches my legs and draws them apart, wide enough that I’m standing spread-eagled with my hands fisted in his hair for balance. Then he plunges his face between my legs, his stubble scratching the delicate skin on the inside of my thighs as he presses his face between them. His tongue flicks out to the base of my slit, and curves slowly up along me, until he reaches my clit. He circles it, not quite touching, and lets his tongue drag back down my slit again.
Back and forth, until finally, he flattens his tongue into a long spear and thrusts into me. At the same time, his thumb gently circles my mound, right over my clit, and the combined sensations make me cry out, my head falling backward against the cool glass of the window.
It’s a study in opposites—the cold glass, the heat of his mouth, his fingers, my body reacting to his touch. I arch my hips against him and tighten my hands in his hair, moaning as he drives his tongue into me again and again. “Oh yes, oh, god, yes,” I moan as he goes.
But when I’m near my climax again, he slows once more, and this time, I know what he wants from me before he can pull his tongue out of my pussy to ask it. “Please, Sir. Let me come for you,” I gasp. It’s hotter than I imagined it would be, saying those words. Begging him to give me pleasure.
His eyes flash to mine, hungry, and I can tell he’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am. He curls his tongue inside me and strokes inside, the tip of his tongue curled to press against my front inner wall, dragging along my G-spot with each thrust. I cry out, and my voice becomes a wordless, loud groan of pleasure as the climax finally hits me, all that much stronger for being delayed and teased for so long.
Pleasure sparks through my body, all along my nerve endings. I can feel my pussy convulsing, reflexive, around his tongue, as he continues to lick me, his tongue drawing out to lap against my clit as my body shakes with the aftershocks. Before I can even catch my breath though, he’s gripping my ass in his hands and pulling my pussy against his face, his tongue lapping against my clit again, again, until I’m right back there at the peak.
“Oh, fuck.” I tense, hands tight in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. “I’m going to come again. Fuck, I?
??m so close, don’t stop, don’t—” I cry out again, as a second orgasm hits, and this time my legs threaten to give out beneath me. But I needn’t have worried. Before I can sag too far down the window, I feel strong arms circling my waist, and then he’s right there in front of me, pulling me against him, holding me tight, his body hotter than ever now, and mine trembling in his arms.
I tilt my head back to meet his gaze and find him staring at me like he can’t quite believe I exist. “Naomi…” he whispers.
Suddenly, I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I don’t want him to break this spell, the heat that comes from two strangers who don’t know each other deciding to go wild for one night. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, hard. His mouth parts under mine, and then his tongue is in my mouth, wrestling with mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.