Page 84 of Illicit
I rock up and down against him. He’s back to a full-on erection, which makes me smile. “That’s your problem, not mine.”
When he narrows his eyes, it happens so fast, I’m not sure which was more shocking, the sound or sting.
His right hand leaves my ass long enough to return for a sharp spank.
I gasp and exclaim, “What was that?”
He doesn’t answer, but he does lift his hips to press into my sex as he rocks me up and down his length.
Then, he smiles.
“Rocco.” I bite his name, but I don’t pull away. My sex spasms where he’s pressed.
He keeps moving me, rocking me up and down his cock. “You liked that.”
“You spanked me.” I state the obvious. “Why would I like that?”
He reaches farther with one hand and dips his fingers between my legs. “Because you’re wet again. Really fucking wet.”
He’s right.
So, so right.
Even so, I’m not about to admit it. “You have no idea what I like.”
His smile swells. “Neither do you. But I’m willing to test the waters so I can figure it out.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you like a little kink,” he quips. “Who knows, maybe a lot. You’ve just never had anyone to help you figure it out, since you may or may not be a virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I exclaim.
“If you say so.”
I drop my face back to his neck. He continues to knead my ass. If anything, his touch is firmer than it’s ever been.
“I’m tired,” I lie.
He continues what he’s doing and starts to drag his fingers from my clit to my ass. “Then you should go to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep when you’re doing this. And I can’t sleep on you. We’ll both get hot.”
His lips slide to my ear. “You’re already hot.”
“I thought you were pissed?” I say, trying to focus on anything other than how good this feels.
“I’ll always be pissed about that. But I’ve decided to set that aside and give you something new.”
I lean up to look into his eyes. “What would that be?”
He flicks my clit. “You’re going to come again, but you’re going to do all the work, and I’m going to watch.”
All the oxygen leaves my body. “No.”
“Yes.” My clit gets another swipe. It feels so good, I press down on him for more. “You’ll sleep better. Come on, baby. Move.”
His finger finds my clit again, but not for a flick. It’s a ghost of a touch.
