She rubbed against him, glorying in the rough sounds her sensuous movements dragged from his throat. “Take off your shirt.”
Something wicked and powerful suffused her body when he obeyed, pulling the black T-shirt over his head and revealing his gorgeous muscles.
“Good boy.” Vivienne leaned forward, pressing a soft, openmouthed kiss against his pec even as she raked her nails down his abs, and he swore at the dueling sensations.
Vivienne bared her teeth, not quite a smile. “I’ve been very bad, Wesley. I’ve done things that I need to be punished for.”
Emotion crowded her heart, seeped through her chest like an ink stain, but she held it down, strangling it until it loosened its hold. Nothing mattered right now but the dark heat in Wes’s eyes. The rush of fire in her blood.
“Viv.” Just her name, but she heard everything in his voice. The question. The anger. The confusion. The desire.
He was so close to giving in.
She needed him to give in.
“What is this?”
“You don’t like it?” she countered, running a hand across his chest, tracing the flat disc of his nipple before pinching the sensitive skin. He inhaled sharply, pulling her close, his hips instinctively grinding against hers for a few blissful seconds before he got himself under control again. “I like it,” he conceded, his voice husky. “I just don’t understand it.”
“I thought you liked things a little rough.” Vivienne took a step back, pulled her T-shirt off and dropped it on the floor beside his. His gaze dropped instinctively to her chest, now that she was bared to his gaze, and Vivienne egged him on, biting her lip as she ran her hands up her torso.
He swore softly as she squeezed her sensitive flesh, before pushing her breasts together to exaggerate the swell of her cleavage.
The rasp of his breath, the complete focus of his attention, was heady. Vivienne pinched her nipple, not bothering to hide her gasp of pleasure, and she was rewarded as Wes shoved his hand down his sweatpants to readjust himself.
“So what do you say, Wes?” She stepped backward, reaching behind her to push her door open without breaking eye contact with him. “Wanna play?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“FUCK YES.”
Viv’s lips curved with satisfaction at his answer, and she hooked her finger into the elastic at his waist, tugging him along as she walked backward to her bed.
Once she’d gotten him where she needed him, she dropped to her knees and stripped off the rest of his clothes with one swift tug.
His cock was so hard it slapped against his abs when she released it from its confines, and the proof that he wanted this almost as much as she did made her bold. She dug her fingernails into his muscled thighs as she leaned forward and licked up the length of his shaft before lifting her gaze to his.
His eyes were dark, more pupil than iris, and she could feel the quiver in his thighs as he stared down at her. She exhaled against his skin, damp from her tongue, and his cock twitched.
“Please.”
She shook her head. “Don’t ask. Take it from me. I want you to.”
He shoved his hand into her hair, and she could feel the effort it took him to hold back. His body knew what she craved right now. She just needed his brain to give in to baser urges.
Vivienne leaned forward, running her tongue along the flared head of his penis without giving him the pressure she knew he craved.
Then his hand fisted in her hair, guiding her, demanding more from her, and her victory pulsed between her thighs.
She took him in her mouth, reveling in the taste of him, seducing him with her tongue until he couldn’t help the rock of his hips. But when she would have swallowed him deeper still, he pulled free.
“Get up.”
A frisson of desire slid down her spine at the hoarseness of the order. Wes was losing control, and it was exactly what she wanted.
She stopped him when he bent his head to kiss her, tried to pull her into his arms.
Wes straightened to his full height, but his gaze never left her as she moved closer to the bed.
She turned from him, crawling on her hands and knees onto the mattress. She sent him a coy look over her shoulder, enjoying the stark hunger in his expression.
Wes stepped closer, and she shuddered as he reached out and ran his hand along her spine, tracing it from her nape to the lacy band of her panties.
Too gentle. He was being too gentle.
Vivienne pressed back against his cock, until his hand tightened on her hip and he ground his hips against her ass.
“God, Viv. I need to be inside you.”
She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that the words sounded like they’d been tortured out of him, or the haste with which he was dragging her black lace undies down her thighs, but whatever the reason, everything was working for her in a big way.
“Do it.”
Her inner muscles clenched with need at his answering growl as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Fuck me, Wes.”
His hands gripped her hips and she reveled in the strength of him as he drove into her with more force and less finesse than his usual style. Still, she knew he was holding back.
“Don’t be careful.” Vivienne pushed the heels of her hands deeper into the mattress, anchoring herself to increase the force of his thrusts. “I want you to punish me.”
His hips stuttered at the plea, and Vivienne looked over her shoulder again. “Spank me.”
His fingers loosened on her hip, and after a moment of hesitation, he gave her a light swat.
It wasn’t enough. Not even close.
“Don’t tease. Make me feel it.”
The vehemence in her voice surprised her, but not as much as the sudden, sharp smack of his palm against her flesh. The resulting sting made her muscles clench, igniting a ripple of pleasure deep in her core.
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