About Last Night

“What’s your way, love?”

“I’m going to get off. You’re going to watch.”

His eyes went dark with understanding. “I see. Can I join in the fun?”

“No. You keep your pants on and your hands to yourself. Lie on the bed.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, then rose and complied, stretching out on his side so he had a good view. “May I speak?”

She considered. “Yes.”

“Thank you.”

The unexpected courtesy broke the tension that had been building between them, making her smile. Nev smiled back, relaxing into the quilted counterpane with his head propped on one elbow. He wasn’t her enemy. She didn’t know what he was, but he wasn’t that.

Whatever he was, she was going to screw him blind in a few minutes.

Leaning into the wall, she spread her legs and smoothed her hands over the soft skin of her stomach, then down to skate across her satiny panties. All morning, she’d been aware of the garters stretching tight up the backs of her thighs and over her ass. Such complicated, unnecessary underwear, existing for the sole purpose of giving men something sexy to look at. Teasing them with what they could and couldn’t see. Promising and denying access at the same time.

“You look so bloody hot, Cath,” Nev said, his voice low and graveled. “If I could get my hands on you right now, I’d put them on your arse so I could feel the lace under my fingers while I sucked your nipples through your bra.”

The thought of his hands on her ass produced a rush of moisture between her legs, and her fingers rose to her breasts, stroking and teasing through the fabric. Her hips rocked back and forth against the wall. Gently. Then harder. She started to pinch. She could hear him breathing just a few feet away, shallow and fast, and she knew she was making his heart race. She’d never done this for him before. She’d never done it for anyone.

“Take it off. I want to see you.”

She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it slide down her arms and drop to the floor. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and she glanced between his legs. He was fully aroused. His cock would be hard enough to hammer spikes with. Nev got harder than she’d ever known a man could get, and he would pound into her, fast and rough, even a little mean. She wanted him mean. She wanted him desperate and honest inside her. They were playing a game here, but it wasn’t what it looked like. This wasn’t about sex. It was about telling the truth.

“You’re getting wet, aren’t you?” Still smirking. “You want me.”

“Yeah.” God, yeah.

“Touch yourself.”

She dropped one hand to her stomach and slid it past the tight waistband of the garter belt and into her panties, letting her finger glide over her clit. Her eyes drifted closed, and she pressed against the wall, not sure how long her legs would support her. She could feel his eyes on her skin. Feel the blood rushing through him.

She dropped her hand lower.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and she met his gaze as she pressed two fingers inside herself and moaned, her hips tilting up to meet the invasion. His eyes were as hot and hungry as she’d ever seen them. “I would do it better,” he said in a deep rumble. “I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had you soaking and thrashing round, I’d rip them off and spread your thighs wide and hold you open while I made a banquet of you.”

Another rush of moisture around her hand. Shouldn’t have let him talk. She didn’t know who was in char

ge anymore.

She flicked her clit with her thumb, moaning again, her fingers moving in and out as she imagined Nev’s mouth on her. He could make her come any way he liked. Fast or slow, long and drawn-out or quick, sharp, and hard. He loved to give her pleasure, the taste of her orgasm a drug that made his eyes glaze and his dick throb. She’d seen it on his face as he moved into her afterward and sank his salty, hot tongue into her mouth.

Oh, God.

Her stomach tightened as her climax signaled its imminent arrival.

“Get your knickers off. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

She unclipped the garters with one clumsy hand and shoved her panties down, wriggling until they dropped to her ankles.

“After I finish with my mouth, I’m going to raise your arms above your head and hold them there, and then I’m going to be inside you so fast and so hard, you’ll scream and clench tight round me. You’re so tight, Cath, it drives me mad, and the sounds you make when I’m inside you make me want to nail you harder until I send you right round the bend.”

Her fingers were flying now, pushing deep inside her wet channel, her thumb flicking, pressing, retreating. “Nev, I’m going to come,” she gasped. “Oh my God, Nev.” She dropped her head back against the wall with a thud. The orgasm slammed through her, ripping a cry from her throat and making every muscle in her body tighten fiercely and hold. It wouldn’t let go, wouldn’t let go, and then it did, leaving her slumped there, limp and exhausted.

His hands were on her. He lifted her up and eased them both onto the bed. He’d broken a sweat, his skin slick and hot against hers. “Fucking hell, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”