“I missed you,” he says as his head turns in my direction, moaning deep in his throat when my mouth meets his.

The kiss is languid, soft. There’s no urgency or desperation between us. We explore each other’s mouths like we have a lifetime to do just this. The false sense of security is the best we can hope for.

He grunts his displeasure when I pull my mouth from his, but lifts his chin higher when I lick the scruff on his jaw.

“Molly, please,” is his response when I reposition myself so I’m straddling his thighs.

My mouth never leaves his skin as I whisper against his throat. “Keep dreaming.”

“Cover my eyes.”

“Keep them closed,” I challenge.

“I can’t. Molly, cover my eyes.”

The insistence in his voice helps me to climb off of the bed. The man wouldn’t be caught wearing a scarf or a necktie, so my creativity is challenged when I go to dig through his closet.

“There’s a mask in my bedside table.”

Turning back to face him, I’m not surprised to find his ice-blue stare on me. With a little distance, he’s able to control himself better. He’s perfected the art of watching me since I came home from school, and I wonder if the thickness behind the fabric of his boxers was a problem he dealt with while keeping his eyes on me in the clubhouse. Knowing he doesn’t have as much control as he pretends, that just the sight of me causes his body to respond this way is just another boost to my self-esteem. He wants me. He’s always wanted me.

“And why do you have a mask?” I tease as I walk to his bedside once again.

“To wear with all the hookers I fuck.” My eyes narrow on him, hating that he’s even joking about stuff like that.

Before opening the bedside drawer, I twist his exposed nipple just enough to get a reaction out of him. “You better be thinking about me when you sleep with them.”

“Ouch!” he hisses when I twist harder. “I’ll get you back for that.”

Releasing him to get the mask, I feel his eyes on me when I bend over more than I need to. Coolness from the room creeps down the gap created between my shirt and my flesh with the action.

Without another word, I place the mask over his eyes, and before climbing back in bed with him, I run my finger down his rippling chest to the thickness hidden by only one thin layer of clothing.

“Molly,” he warns, “don’t.”

And you know me. I’ve never been very good at following instructions.Chapter 28Briar

“Molly?”

Her hand disappears altogether, and I can sense her still beside me, but her not touching me is more torture than when she had her hands on me seconds ago.

“What, baby?” I love the pet name out of her mouth, even better that it’s being whispered against my lips.

“Kiss me,” I urge, needing her minty tongue brushing over mine again.

“Oh, I’m going to kiss you, alright.”

Her lips find and soothe the nipple she twisted earlier. I acted offended, threatened retaliation, but the truth is that violent little tweak made me rock hard, something I didn’t think possible since waking to her hovering over me. I’ve been leaking for her ever since, the dampness a cold reminder that biology and need aren’t always controllable.

Her tongue swirling and then sucking me into her mouth is like a cattle prod to my spine, a bolt of electricity strong enough to light up the sky even when it’s competing with the sun. Her warm breath escapes her nose, tickling the dusting of hair on my chest and I feel her everywhere, from the top of my messy head to the soles of my tired feet.

The exhaustion I felt when I opened my eyes to find her here dissipated instantly.

Warm, wet kisses forge a trail down my skin, but I don’t anticipate her making it very far. A clubwhore I’d fully expect to go for the goods, but Molly, being a virgin, will be more cautious, more in need of asking questions than just diving back in. I both love and hate the notion in equal measures.

“Mmm.” She’s purring against the skin on my upper abs, and my cock jolts at being ignored, jumping against my lower stomach as if it’s reaching for her, urging her to take notice. The one quick brush of her hand down my length earlier will never be enough, but at the same time, I know the flimsy job she did tying my wrists will keep us from doing anything today. I can’t put her in danger, but I think I love her a little more with the way she’s letting this play out. She’s doing her best to tend to my needs, to attempt to keep both of us safe.

She understands from the last time we were granted time together that seeing her is the fastest way to wake my demons and in turn the quickest way to lose control and hurt her.

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