Frustrated beyond reason, my hips started to circle, my ass grinding back against his hard cock, thinking that if I could get him as far gone as I felt that he might give up on his mission to make me suffer, and put us both out of our misery.
“That’s not going to work,” he warned me.
“No?” I asked, reaching behind me to stroke his cock through his pants. “It feels like it’s working.”
A low growl moved through him at that, giving me the sign I needed that I was right.
Turning, my hands went to his button and zipper, drawing them down as my gaze stayed on his.
“You’re…” he started, then broke off on a hiss as my hand moved inside his boxer briefs to close around his cock.
“I’m what?” I asked as my thumb teased across the head, and I got a major power-high when I saw his breath shake through his chest at my touch.
“Going to pay for this,” he declared.
“Big talk,” I said, shooting him a smirk as I started to lower myself down.
“Lark,” he grumbled, but his hand grabbed the back of my neck as I got to my knees and leaned closer.
“Hmm?” I asked, deliberately humming the sound as my lips ran down the side of his cock. Angling my head back a bit at his silence, I looked up at him, finding his molten gaze on me. “I didn’t think so,” I said, shooting him a brief smirk before opening my lips and letting his cock slide in.
I’d been right in assuming nothing would feel quite as good as holding his desire in my hands. Or my mouth, as it were.
I loved the way his fingers clenched into the back of my neck as I started to work him, the way his hips rocked into my movements, making his cock slide in deeper, the way his breathing got fast and shallow, the low, desperate sounds he made as I got him closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna…” he started. Like a warning. As if I needed it. When all I wanted was for him to come.
So I worked him a little faster as I made a ‘mmm’ sound around him, feeling his whole body jerk as he came hard, his hand damn near crushing my skull as he did.
It wasn’t until I heard him letting out a low chuckle that I pulled back, looking up at him.
“That was a big fucking mistake, baby,” he said, smiling down at me with heavy-lidded, post-orgasm eyes. “Great for me,” he added, reaching down to pull me back onto my feet, then tracing his thumb just under my lower lip. “But bad, bad for you,” he added. “See, I’m not feeling so desperate for release now,” he said as he tucked himself away. “And I’m not going to stop torturing you until you are crying for release,” he told me, reaching behind my neck to gather the hair at the nape of my neck, and pulling hard enough to make little white-hot sparks of pain shoot across my scalp as his lips crushed down on mine.
“Whoops, sorry to interrupt!” Myles said, about to back out of the doors again.
“No!” I squeaked, yanking away. “No, please, interrupt. In fact, tell us more about your plans for traveling,” I demanded, moving as far away from Remy and his evil plans as I could get.
“Myles, don’t you think maybe Lark needs to go to bed early tonight?” Remy asked, making my eyes close tight.
Because I knew that if he was going to use Myles against me, he was going to win. Myles was far too good at picking up on subtle signals.
“I mean, she has had a rough go of it lately. And the dogs are running her ragged,” Myles agreed.
“What? No. No, they’re not. In fact, I think they each need to play ball with me for at least half an hour each.”
“No, I think maybe you need a nice, warm bath and then to get into bed,” Remy said.
“I am in agreement with hot biker guy. You do seem a bit… overwrought,” Myles said, shooting me a knowing smile because, no doubt, that damn flush was all over me, giving me away. “And I am just going to be playing with the dogs with the music up really loud. And then maybe I will watch a loud action movie again in the living room. Or, hell, maybe a whole franchise. Lots of yelling and shooting and bombs going off. I’ll practically be deaf,” he declared, bringing the puppies in.
“Don’t do this to me,” I hissed as he walked back.
“Do what? Help your lady bits get some loving? You can always count on me being an accessory to that.”
He was gone before I would tell him it wasn’t going to be like that.
And after he went upstairs to snag my three dogs out of my room, I really had nowhere to go but up to my room because if I didn’t, I was pretty sure Remy would continue to torment me right out in the open on the main floor.
“I am just going to use the shower wand to handle this myself,” I grumbled to Remy as I walked in to find him already running the bath he’d threatened me with.