She glared at his back while he busied himself on his phone, angry for no apparent reason. What was the deal with Eva’s mom? And why did Iris care? She should be glad he was leaving.
He took up all the space in her bed and had stolen the covers in the night. He’d snored until she elbowed him repeatedly. Poor Faust had been forced to sleep on his doggy bed in the living room because there wasn’t room between them. Grimalkin had been hiding under the sofa since last night.
Iris forced her tone to be nonchalant and said, “Fine, but you told me you were staying over because you wanted to fuck in the morning. I put up with you all night, and I don’t even get my reward? Frankly, I’m a little disappointed.”
He tossed his phone on the nightstand and twisted around on the bed, so she stretched her arms overhead in a languid stretch, exposing her breasts from beneath the blankets. Yeah, two could play at that game.
“You wanna fuck?” He started to smile. “Well, then. Who am I to deny the lady what she wants?” He crawled across the mattress until he was beside her and then ripped the blankets off her body with a dramatic flourish.
“Cold!” Immediately, she curled into the fetal position. “It’s way too cold for that! Give me the covers back.”
He responded by balling the blankets up and tossing them off the bed completely. “Spread your legs.”
“Not until you give me back the fucking blankets!” There was nothing worse than having one’s warm covers ripped away first thing in the morning. Especially in winter. It was an unforgivable crime.
He responded by scooting back, grabbing her knees, and forcing her legs apart. Her core spread wide to the cold air, and she lurched upright, fighting against his grip to close her legs, covering herself with her hands. “Meph, what the hell!”
His eyes narrowed dangerously, but there was a glint of mischievousness there. He wanted to play. “Lie down and spread your legs.”
“No way. I’m freezing cold and I want my—Eep!” The undignified squeak came out of her as he transferred his grip to her hips and then flipped her. He actuallyflippedher like she weighed as much as a pillow, and she landed on her stomach, her breath whooshing out on impact.
He spanked her ass. Hard.
Worse, she moaned.
“I told you to spread your legs.”
Oh, hell, she had not expected him to pull this kind of shit. “Meph—”
He spanked her again, and she moaned again.Damn her.“Spread them.”
She did. She actually obeyed his command, pushing her legs as far apart as she could in the awkward face-first-in-the-pillows position. He groaned. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Go on your knees. I wanna see that pussy right in my face.”
Damn it, she should not be into this. And she definitely shouldn’t give in to his demands. He was already smug enough. If she gave him this, she’d never hear the end of it.
Except, by the time she finished having those thoughts, she was already on her knees, her legs spread, her ass up in the air and her face pressed into the pillows.
He groaned and swore again, proving she wasn’t the only one turned on by this, so at least there was that. The cold air on her exposed core should have made her feel embarrassed, but it was the opposite. Her inner muscles clenched and wetness seeped out as if begging him to fill her.
Two big palms landed on her ass cheeks and spread them apart, and they both moaned. She twisted around a little without changing her position, wanting to see what he was doing. A second later, a hot, slippery tongue speared her, and she cried out, her fingers clenching in the blankets.
“Fuck, you taste good.” She swore she felt his voice vibrate straight to her clit. “And you look so fucking sexy spread out for me like this. Fuck.” He spanked her again. “When I come back later, I want to walk in here and find you waiting for me just like this. Like you’ve been here all day, desperate for my cock to fill you.”
He was such a dirty bastard, and she should have been appalled, but she wasn’t. Not even close. Especially when his tongue delved between her legs again, the piercing in it flicking against her clit as he tasted the fresh flood of arousal his words had elicited.
“You’re so wet already,” he said between languid strokes. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?”
“Just hurry up and fuck me already,” she growled.
He chuckled and used his thumbs to spread her apart, his big hands still on her ass cheeks. “Such a pretty pussy.”
“Meph—” She was way too turned on. Way too revved up. Morning sex was supposed to be awkward and sweaty and a little bit gross. It was not supposed to be an exploration of some latent submissive tendencies she apparently had.
“I’m going to make you come with my fingers, and I’m going to sit back here and watch it happen. And when your cum drips out of you, I’m going to lick it up.”
She moaned. “Meph—”
But he was already fulfilling his promise. One hand moved to keep her spread apart, this time with his forefinger and thumb, and the other went straight to her clit. She moaned again. God, he used just the right amount of pressure in the perfect spot. How did he know to do that?
