Her eyes dart to the front of my slacks where I’m making no move to hide my straining erection.
“Take them off.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Slowly.” She reaches for the hem of her dress, ready to pull it up to access her panties. “With modesty.”
Her eyes drop as she works her hands under her dress, tugging down the black lace until they pool at her feet.
“Hand them to me.”
She bends, pulling the sexy lingerie from one sandaled foot then the other before closing the distance between us. She doesn’t ball them up or even bother to hide the gleaming wet spot in the middle. With them hanging from one finger, she passes them over. Keeping my eyes on hers, I shove them in my pocket.
“How do you like to be punished?”
Her eyes gleam with mischief. “Orgasms.”
“Is that so?” Despite my raging boner and how turned on I can see she is, it’s difficult to keep a laugh from bubbling out of my throat.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be punished for disobeying me?” Her head nods nearly violently before I can finish the sentence.
The elevator dings our arrival, and she jolts with the noise. I’m certain she’s ready for everything I have to offer until I notice her hand shaking as she lifts her key to the lock.
“Whitney?” She startles when I press my hands to the tops of her shoulders. “Look at me.”
She’s close, but she’s not ready. I can see it in her eyes.
“I’m going to kiss you. While my lips are on yours, I’m going to reach under your skirt and touch you.” The fear she was showing disappears, arousal taking its place. “When you come, you’re going to say my name.”
“Please,” she pants, widening her stance before I can even lower my mouth to hers.
That one plea wipes every ounce of caution from my being. Her mouth is hot and wet, her pussy when my fingers find her delicate flesh is even hotter, even wetter.
We groan in each other’s mouths, my cock a throbbing iron bar against her stomach. Jesus, fifteen seconds in, and she’s already fluttering around my fingers. I shouldn’t be surprised. The foreplay started the second I saw her tonight, only taking a break while we ate and talked before roaring back to life the minute we climbed back into the car. Just the grip of her tightness on my fingers is almost enough to make me blow in my pants.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise when her hips begin to move against my hand. “Take it.”
She whimpers, and I know I’ve hit one of her musts. She wants to hear me, wants to know when she’s pleasing me. There will be times when moving will be a violation of my command, but tonight isn’t one of them.
“Jesus, Whitney. I can smell that sweet pussy of yours. Will you come for me?”
Her mouth is moving, her tongue twisting around mine, but she’s lost all control. There’s no finesse to her kiss. No rhythm to her hips.
But when she gasps, her core clamping down on my digits, she obeys.
“Wren!” she husks out, the broken sounds landing straight in my gut, making my balls pull up tight.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her lips, smiling when she grips my wrist when I attempt to pull away.
“Orgasms,” she whispers, her voice sounding tired and wholly satisfied. “As in plural.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes my mouth, and she buries her face in my shirt when I throw my head back.
“I think your punishment will be knowing how good the second one would’ve been had you obeyed.” I pull my hand free, tracing her release on her lower lip before swiping my tongue across it.
And fuck if that wasn’t a mistake. She moans, either due to my kiss or the taste of herself. No matter the reason, the sound makes me want to drop to my knees right here in the hallway and worship her with my tongue.
“Just a taste,” I pant against her mouth. “Honey so perfect.”
“Are you real?” she asks, her half-lidded eyes looking up at me.
“So real.” I take a step back, urging her to stand her ground instead of following. “Get inside before I take things further than they need to go tonight.”
I stop her hand as she reaches for my dick. “Will you wear panties the next time I tell you not to?”
“Probably.”
Man, I fucking love her fire.
“I’ll talk to you soon,” I promise as I lean in for one last brush of my lips against her. “Get inside so I know you’re safe.”
After opening her door, she gives me one last look over her shoulder before disappearing inside. I blow her a kiss when I feel her eyes on me through the peephole before walking toward the elevator. This time, I manage to make it over the threshold without tripping, and it seems like tonight has been nothing short of miraculous.