“Is my girl being bratty because she’s all worked up?” he asks, trailing his fingers down my side until they reach my hip and wrap around my thigh, stopping just short of skimming my aching core. “So wet for me, baby girl.”
A moan slips from my throat without my permission, but the jig is already up, anyway. By his own admission, Orion knows me almost as well as I know myself, and I’m sure he knows how fucking badly I need him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ORION
Ipress her harder into the wall as my fingers draw soft circles against her swollen clit.
It’s nowhere near enough to bring her to the edge, even as worked up as she is, but the mewls she lets out tell me how much she fucking loves it.
“You didn’t answer my question, Ember, and I would hate to have to punish you.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” she rasps, her hips pressing back against my hard cock.
I heard the door click shut, and I allowed her a few moments on her own to collect herself.
Guilt is riding her hard this morning, and I want to give her the space she needs to work through her emotions where I’m concerned. But I won’t allow her to put walls up between us, which means my patience is limited.
As soon as the door swung open, and I saw her knowing smirk, I knew she’d done it on purpose to rile me up, and I’m not about to disappoint her.
“Yes, I’m worked up,” she moans. “I’m aching, Orion.”
A growl rumbles in my chest as I grind against her ass. “So am I, Little Flame. So am I.”
I dip my fingers lower and press them to her entrance, but don’t dip inside just yet. My conviction is wavering, but not enough to make this quick. If she wants to come, she’s going to have to work for it.
“Why don’t you show me how badly you want to come, baby?”
“How?” she breathes, shifting her hips, trying to get some much-needed friction.
“On your knees, Ember. I want my cock down your throat.”
Her breath catches, and her pussy clenches against my fingers, tearing a groan from my throat. How am I supposed to deprive myself of her sweet cunt when it’s so tempting?
Ember only hesitates for a second before turning in my arms and carefully lowering herself to the tiled floor.
She peers up at me through damp lashes, her dark hair wet against her shoulders, and she’s a fucking vision. Like heaven and hell kneeling at my feet. “Fuck, Little Flame. You don’t know what having you on your knees does to me.”
“Then show me.” She quirks her brow in challenge, knowing I’ll meet it.
“Hands on my thighs, tap twice if you need me to stop,” I tell her, and she quickly complies. “Good girl.” I brush my fingers through her hair. “Such a good little whore for me.”
A soft moan fills the shower, and I smirk. My girl loves being degraded almost as much as she loves being praised.
“Open wide, Ember.”
Her mouth drops open, her tongue darting out to lap up a rogue drop of pre-cum on the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, pressing my hips forward slowly, giving her time to explore my cock with her sinful little tongue. “That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I grit through clenched teeth.
It’s taking every ounce of control not to rut into her mouth like a feral beast, but I want to work her up to it.
Plus, I’m already ready to blow, and I’ve barely even begun.
“Take a breath,” I tell her, and she does as she’s told. I press my hips forward until my head hits the back of her throat, and she gags. “Don’t fight it, Ember. Swallow around me. Yes, just like that.” I tighten my hold on her hair, desperately grasping on to the small amount of control I have left.
She moans around me, squeezing my thighs as she stares up at me through too trusting eyes.
