Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“Open your eyes, baby,” he demands.

I do.

He wraps his fingers around my wrist and brings my hand to his cock. I cup him over his swimsuit. Rub the soft, wet fabric against his hard flesh.

His lips part with a groan.

His eyelids press together.

His brow furrows and softens.

Mmm. He looks so fucking good wracked with pleasure.

I need more. But I need to stay in this trance too.

To feel like I’m under his spell.

I rub him over his swimsuit. Watch pleasure spill over his expression.

His eyes blink open.

He stares back at me. Stares into me. Into some part no one else sees.

He brings his palm to my cheek. Runs his thumb along my lower lip.

He pulls his hand back. Rests his thumb on my chin. “On your knees, baby.”

Yes.

My body cries with relief.

I need his pleasure. More than I need mine. More than I need to come.

And I really fucking need to come.

I bring my hands to his hips. Use them for support to lower myself onto my knees.

He leans down to slide his thumb between my lips.

I stare into his eyes as I suck on the digit.

Fuck, he tastes so good. And I’m so close to being exactly where I need to be.

He pulls his thumb from my lips.

His hands go to his swimsuit.

He pushes it from his hips.

The scrap of black fabric falls to his ankles.

He steps out of it, one foot at a time, and kicks it aside.

And there’s Ryan. All of him, hard and ready for me.

Fuck, he’s big this close.

My tongue slides over my lips. I look up at him, begging him with my eyes.