Pleasure or pain. Itdidn’t matter. Right now I’d take either.
Finally, he tracedover my ass in gentle strokes, massaging lightly. “My God, that wasbeautiful, Enota.” He sighed the words, leaning over me a bit. Hiscovered cock pressed against my body, and he let his body weightease over my back, kissing me through my shirts. “I wish you couldbe naked— No, shh.” He covered my mouth with his hand lightly toprevent my protests. “Another night, perhaps. What you’ve given metonight is a sweet sort of release.”
“I’m glad ithelped,'” I mumbled beneath his fingers. They curved against mylips, sliding against my tongue.
I sucked hisfingertips into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around theroughened skin. Mace let me explore while I discovered lightcalluses at his fingertips and harder ridges at his knuckles. Hischest heaved against my back as though he’d just fucked me, but wehadn’t gotten that close.
His touch remainedintimate, the sort reserved for a close couple who touched eachother with intent, but I didn't know what that meant yet. For me,him, or us.
Finally, he drew hishand away, painting my saliva over my cheek and down to my chestwhere he slipped his fingers inside my top to play with a nipple.His thick cock pressed to my panty-covered pussy in the world’sgreatest tease.
“You areincredible,” he murmured, rolling my nipple between hisfingers.
“You’re a fighter,”I whispered. My brain finally worked well enough to put the partstogether. He stilled, pinching my nipple until I writhed beneathhim, panting, but he didn’t let up. I spoke through the pain,giving him my reasoning. “You’re fit, and built, but not too built.You have scars on your knuckles, and you walk light, when you wantto. Everything else is an act.”
The air thickenedbetween us as he rubbed his cock against my pussy.
“Well, clever littlefruit bat.” His pinch disappeared as his hand withdrew. “It is anact. You’re absolutely right.”
My mind caught onwhile I was still in the throes of craving his touch. My pussytwitched. I wriggled on the bench, but the restraints were firm.His heat moved away.
Little fruitbat.
He’d called me apygmy bat before, which had been annoying, but somewhat cute, ifspot-on in an easy guess.
Fruit bat.
The implications hitme.
He knew. He fuckingknew about Fray, and somehow worse, he knew about me.
Little fruitbat.
That’s me.
Chapter Four
Mace
Her face waspriceless, but her frozen reaction worried me. “Do you want up,little bat?” I murmured, stroking her feet.
She moaned as Istarted her massage again, using her body as a tool against her toget what I wanted in the short run.
Her, logical and notpanicking.
Again, she had tocome to the right conclusion. I couldn’t walk that mile for her,but I could certainly make it easier.
“No. Don’t let meup. Don’t let me go,” she begged.
My heart ached.“Fuck whoever hurt you, pretty little bat,” I whispered. I’d beendying to say the words all night, but I needed her to come aroundto me before throwing my heart on the floor at her feet.
The sexy-as-sin feetI massaged. The pretty pink feet that earned me enough moans tokeep me going for the next year alone. Hell, I could record thatsound and jerk off to it every damn night.
If I played this outright, maybe I’d earn a live show instead of a recording.
“I like you playingwith me,” she whispered back, hiding her face beneath her hair.Loose strands stuck to her cheeks where I’d wiped my fingers onher. “I like you teasing me though it aches and hurts so much. Ilike you being you with me.”
Me, as I am rightnow.
