His fingertips are punishing as he digs them into the skin at my hips. “It better fucking be,” he growls, pulling my body into his and crashing his lips against mine.
God, I forgot how good he kissed. Even the stroke of his tongue against mine has my body hot with need. You’d never know the two of us were on the brink of hypothermia an hour ago. Heat now envelops the space around us. His knuckles brush up against the side of my ribcage as his hand travels up my body.
Just as he’s circling the darker skin of my nipple, he pulls his hands away. His grin is cocky as he bites his lip.
“Lay down on the bed.”
I freeze, confused by the demand. “What happened to me begging?”
He lifts me by the hips, once again carrying me like I weigh nothing. He throws me down on the bed, my body bouncing against the soft mattress filled with rose petals.
Beck fits his body between my legs, looking at me like a man who’s been starved. Maybe I have been starving him. It’s been fun—and hot as hell—teasing him for this long. It’s morbid of me to admit, but I liked the cat and mouse game we’d been playing.
Something tells me everything he’s about to do to me will be much more fun.
He crawls onto the bed himself, his body looming over mine. He kisses around my nipple, licking and sucking the tender skin around my peaked bud but not putting his mouth on the part of my breast that wants him most.
Teasing me, and enjoying it by the mischief in his eyes, he repeats the same movements on my other breast. My back arches when he starts to kiss down my stomach, his fingertips light as they also rake down my body.
His hot palms hit the inside of my thighs, pushing them open so he can get a perfect view of the wetness between my legs.
“Trust me, Violet, I always keep good on my promises. I’m going to make you beg so hard for me to fuck you. But first…”
His finger brushes against my swollen clit. “First?” I moan.
“First, be a good girl and keep your legs spread open for me. I need a fucking taste of you.”
He seals his mouth against me, and I learn somehow he’s even better at licking my pussy than he is at kissing me.
My fingertips fist the comforter, needing something to hold onto as he ravishes me. He proves that he had been starved. I’d deprived him of what he’d wanted—me—and he’s going to make me regret ever making him wait.
I loathe myself for ever denying myself of the feel of his tongue working against me.
“This pretty little pussy of yours is dripping wet with need for me.” He sticks a finger in, followed by another. He spreads them, stretching me in the most delicious of ways.
“You’re so tight.” He twists his fingers in an effort to stretch me.
“Will you fit?” I moan as his thumb brushes over my clit.
His breath is hot on my inner thigh. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you’re ready to take all of me.”
His tongue working in perfect rhythm with his fingers is all the promise I need. It feels too good, I don’t care how bad it’ll hurt to feel all of him inside me. I’m desperate for it, wanting to feel him fill every last inch of me.
I reach up to play with my nipple, adding to the sensations running over my body with his actions combined with mine. An orgasm begins in my body. “Beck,” I moan, “I’m so close.”
Instead of my words pushing him to work harder, it does the opposite. He pulls away, smirking at me. This smirk is way hotter, seeing the proof of my arousal coating his perfect lips.
“You can’t come yet, baby,” he says, a hint of apology in his voice. “You’ve made me wait so long for this, and I meant it when you’d have to beg first.”
I groan, so fucking close to an orgasm, but not close enough.
I should’ve known he wouldn’t let me off so easily. I’ve tortured him for over a month, I should’ve expected him to make me work for it.
Frustrated, I lean up on my elbows, looking at him between my legs. “I gave you the chance to have me beg.”
He shrugs, standing up, he sticks his hand in his boxers and frees his cock. My mouth opens at the sight of it. It’s massive. He runs his thumb over a bead of pre-cum, working it down his length.
“I told you, I had to taste you first.”
“And now that you have?”
“Now it’s time for you to beg, Violet.”
She slides off the bed. I fight the urge to grab her and say to hell with the begging. I want to taste her orgasm on my lips, feel her pulsating against my tongue before I ever bury my cock in her.
The problem is, I’m a proud man. When I told her she’d have to beg for it, I’d meant it in the moment. I’m not someone to go back on my words, so instead of licking and lapping at her, I take a seat on the edge of the bed. I flick my eyes to the open space between a TV console and the bed.
“Go over there and get on your knees.”
She looks at the open space cautiously, her fingers absentmindedly drifting to her pussy and running through the wetness I created.
I click my tongue, running my hand down my shaft. “Not so fast. You’re not allowed to touch yourself right now.”
She works her lip between her teeth. I expect her to argue. For once, she doesn’t. Like a good girl, she walks to the space in front of me, tenderly falling to her knees. Her eyes are wide as she watches me carefully.
“That’s more like it,” I praise, stroking myself. Every fantasy I’ve had about the woman in front of me fails in comparison to the view of her in this moment.
Margo sits back, placing her perfect bare ass on her heels. “What do you want me to do next?”
I lean back, one arm resting on the comforter to hold my weight while the other continues to stroke up and down my hard length. I’ve never been a patient man, but I could practice all the patience in the world if I had the view in front of me.
Her hand skirts over her bare skin, her fingers flicking her pink, hardened nipple.
“Hands on your thighs,” I demand. The aggravated groan that passes her lips only fuels my desire to draw this out for a bit longer, to really make her pay for denying me for so long.
“I want you to apologize,” I begin.
“What do I need to apologize for?” She wiggles, trying to get some kind of friction.
“For making us wait this long when we both knew this would happen eventually.”
“What would happen eventually?”
“Us fucking, Margo. I’d given you the chance when you first moved to New York with me. I’d been ready to fulfill every fantasy, every desire you ever had, and you denied me.”
Standing up, I walk toward her. I can’t keep my hands off her for long. Now that she’s given me the chance to touch her, to prove to her who she belongs to, I can’t stop. I circle her, one hand still stroking up and down my cock like I have all the time in the world.
“I’m used to getting whatever I want, whenever I want it. Instead of you letting me make your pussy weep for me, you made me wait. You denied me. Worse, you blamed it on my fucking little brother that never ever deserved you. I was furious. Apologize. Tell me how sorry you are for denying the both of us, and then maybe you’ll deserve my cock.”