Branded (Ignite #2)

I catch him giving Phina’s bare legs an appreciative glance and it’s my turn to clear my throat in irritation.

He still doesn’t stop staring and Phina chuckles.

“Brad, go to bed before I shove my fist up your ass,” I warn him.

He finally looks away in embarrassment before scurrying off down the hall.

“Awww, go easy on the kid. He’s kind of cute,” she tells me with a laugh, pushing herself off my desk to slide easily onto my lap.

My hand runs up the inside of her thigh and I graze my fingertips over the lace of her underwear that covers her sex.

“If he’s cute, what am I?” I ask quietly, letting my fingers gently play between her legs.

“You’re poking into my ass,” she smirks, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Sliding one arm under her knees and the other around her back, I quickly stand, lifting her up with me. She lets out a surprised yelp, holding onto me tighter as I head towards the door.

“I’m going to poke you somewhere else and make you take back that cute remark,” I warn her, heading down the hall and out the front door to the privacy of the now-clean ambulance.

“Lights. Off,” she growls for the second time as I slide her red lace underwear down her thighs and off her legs, shoving them into the front pocket of my pants.

I’ve got the upper half of her body strapped to the gurney in the back of the ambulance and technically, I don’t have to listen to anything she says. She’s under my control right now and there isn’t a damn thing she can do about it. Unfortunately, the florescent lights in the back of the ambulance are a bit too bright even for my liking. Leaving her side, I lean in between the two front seats and flip the switch on the dashboard, bathing the ambulance in shadowed darkness. Luckily, there’s a street lamp on the edge of the driveway shining enough light through the front windshield that I can see where I’m going.

“Thank you,” she whispers, when I crawl back on the gurney with her and straddle her thighs.

“I’ll concede to letting you have that one thing, but your time for demands ends right now,” I warn her.

Leaning forward, I run my hand over the straps holding her in place, reaching to the side of the bed to tighten them just a little bit more.

Resting my lips against her ear, I whisper softly. “I’ve let you dictate every time we’ve fucked, and while it’s been great, it’s my turn to be in control. Close your eyes and hold on, Fireball.”

I move away from her, letting my body slide down hers until I’m lying on my stomach in between her legs.

Running my hands up the inside of her thighs, I push them wide apart as I get myself settled.

She moans as I slide my thumbs up the lips of her pussy, spreading it open as I go. I really want to turn the fucking lights back on so I can see her, but tasting her and listening to her cries of pleasure are going to have to do for now.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy, baby?” I ask softly, letting my breath skate over her.

Her hips jerk towards me and if her arms were free, I’m sure she’d be digging them into my scalp right about now, yanking my face right where she wants it.

I put my middle finger in my mouth and get it wet with my tongue before bringing it to her clit to circle it slowly. My fingertip touches her like a whisper, just barely grazing the swollen, stiff bud. Her body shakes with need and the clacking and creaking sound of her pushing against the restraints on the bed tell me she’s had enough of the teasing.

“Let me hear your voice. Tell me to lick your pussy,” I whisper in the shadows, adding some pressure to my finger.

I glance up her body and I can just make out the shape of her in the darkness. Her head is thrown back and her chest is heaving. Resting my cheek against the inside of her thigh, I slide my finger down through the lips of her pussy, gathering her wetness before trailing my finger back up to circle her clit with her own liquid heat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she shouts.

I smile against her thigh, continuing to torture her with my finger.

“All you have to do is say the words, Fireball,” I tell her softly, swiping against her clit with the tip of my finger like I’m flipping the page of a book on a Kindle.

“Jesus, fuck! Lick my pussy, fucking lick it already!” she shouts in irritation, jerking her hips against my finger, trying to get me to move faster.

I’d laugh at her frustration if I weren’t dying to put my mouth on her.

Using my elbows to give me leverage, I dive my head forward and wrap my lips around her clit, sucking it into my mouth.

Phina shouts in relief as I flatten my tongue and lick the hell out of her pussy, quickly pushing two of my fingers inside of her. She’s so wet and ready that my fingers easily slide inside. I pump them in and out of her slowly and flick the tip of my tongue over her clit in a maddening pace.

The gurney rocks and squeaks as she thrusts her hips up to meet my mouth and the motion pushes my fingers even deeper.

I pull my mouth away long enough to speak while I continue the motions of my fingers in and out of her. This fucking woman needs to be praised.

“I could eat your pussy every day and never get tired. Fuck, you taste like sugar.”

She whimpers as I go back to work, fucking into her with my fingers. I feel her clit pulsing against my lips and tongue and I push my fingers into her all the way to the knuckles. Bringing my other hand up, I flatten my palm on her lower abdomen and gently push down, curling my fingers forward at the same time to brush against her swollen g-spot.