Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted 2)

“If there’s no other alternative, yep. It’s basically a public service. Otherwise, I can be a surly son of a bitch.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re surly, anyway.”

“All right. Surlier. Since no one wants a cranky Brea”—he pressed her palm back over her sex and covered it with his hand, guiding her to rub and stroke herself—“show me you can put yourself in a good mood.”

Normally, she would have balked. Resisted at least. Maybe in time she would have felt more comfortable sinning so utterly in front of Pierce… But time was the one thing they didn’t have. He wanted her to do this, and she wanted to show him that she was strong enough and brave enough to handle whatever came next.

“All right.”

He rolled beside her and propped his head on his palm like he was settling in to enjoy the show. “I’m looking forward to this, but I can already tell I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

As if to prove his point, Pierce cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples as she strummed the sensitive button between her thighs.

A jolt of sensation spiked through her belly. Because he was watching her? Because, thanks to Pierce, her body now knew what it felt like to orgasm? Either way, she mimicked the circular, teasing motions he’d used to arouse her in the past.

“That’s it,” he murmured against the side of her breast as he pinched her sensitive nipple. “You look so fucking hot. I’m putting this in my spank bank, for sure.”

His assertion was so unapologetic it was almost funny. But it was also sexy as heck. He found her alluring. He wanted her enough to imagine her while he touched himself.

Right or wrong, that sparked her desire even higher.

She met his fathomless stare. Black could seem so cold. Forbidding and impersonal. Menacing, even. But Pierce’s eyes gleamed as they scorched her with his heat. Her breath caught. Her skin tightened. Her heart banged against her ribs. Her spine twisted. Her ache grew.

She slid her eyes shut and moaned for him.

“Yeah.” He grabbed one of her thighs and dragged it wide so he could get a better view. “Oh, fuck, baby. That’s pretty.”

Brea could feel his unblinking stare on her there, where her fingers met her needy flesh and she craved him most. Her hips began to move and lift in rhythm with her stroke. “Pierce…”

He dragged his tongue over her nipple, then smoothed a hand down her belly. “I’m so here for this. Watching you is the best torture. Rub that clit.”

She did, dragging her slick fingers across her flesh. Pleasure mounted until she no longer felt self-conscious with his stare on her. Instead, she felt empowered. Free. Suddenly, she understood that her body wasn’t shameful. That nothing done in the expression of love should be a sin. She still loved God…but she loved Pierce, too. Those two things weren’t mutually exclusive, and her body wouldn’t have been made for pleasure if she wasn’t meant to give and receive it.

“I feel it coming,” she gasped out. “It’s big.”

“Yeah, it is.” His stare turned impossibly hotter as he plucked her nipple in his mouth, look a long, decadent drag, then clamped it between his thumb and fingers. “I can tell. Your fingers are moving faster. Your skin is flushing. Your pulse is pounding at your neck. You look so hot.”

“Oh.” Her heart echoed and gonged between her ears as the nub under her fingers swelled and hardened more. “Oh!”

“Just like that. Tease yourself now. Lighten your stroke. Really slow. Yeah,” he encouraged. “Wait for it…”

Brea did—and gasped as a wave of hot, greedy need scalded her a moment later. She bit her lip, but nothing stopped her little whine of need.

“I fucking smell you now. It’s taking everything inside me not to put my head between your thighs and eat your pussy mercilessly.”

“Pierce?”

“Baby?”

“You’re not helping…”

He laughed. “Sure, I am.”

With a hot stroke of his tongue, he laved her nipples again, first the one closest, before he leaned over her body to inhale the other in his mouth and drag it tormentingly deep.

Against her will, she cried out. Her back arched. Her hips bucked. Arousal licked her in an unrelenting firestorm. She was so close… “Help. Please.”

“You don’t need me, pretty girl. You got this. But I’m right here, watching every fucking second of you. Give yourself all the pleasure you can. For me.” He kissed his way up to her ear to whisper, “After you come, I’ll fuck you like a bad girl and make you feel so good.”

That shouldn’t turn her on even more. But everything about Pierce thrilled her. It was as if he could see into her psyche and soul. Somehow, he always fed them perfectly with every bit of himself so she felt whole and wonderful.