He doesn’t answer me with words. He just keeps stroking me on the inside, sending pleasure coiling through me, tighter and tighter. “What I want is for you to come for me. Right now.”
It’s like his words unlock something inside me. I whimper and then I’m orgasming, my pussy clenching around his fingers. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He keeps stroking, keeps my orgasm coming in wave after wave, until I’m damn near sobbing. Only then does Devan ease his fingers out of me, pull my panties up, and maneuver me up until I’m curled in his lap.
A strange lethargy threatens to drag me down. I lean my head against his shoulder and let the rhythm of his breathing soothe me. A ragged inhale. A barely restrained exhaled. We’re both panting as if we just ran a long distance. At least he’s just as affected as I am.
Part of me can’t believe this is happening.
Part of me can’t believe it took this long.
The night isn’t over yet.
Chapter 6
Being this close to Devan is strange. We’ve touched before—hard not to when he’s hauling my drunk ass out of bars and parties—but, with few exceptions, he’s always been very careful to never linger. Never to let that contact last more than strictly necessary.
Slowly, oh so slowly, my body stops shaking. Only then does he loosen his arms around me and sit back. “Good?”
It’s more effort than it should be to dredge up and reply anything other than more please. I snort. “As if a little spanking would be enough to put me out. That’s barely foreplay.”
I feel more than hear his low chuckle. “That was foreplay, birthday girl.” Devan clears his throat. “Now, will your legs hold, or do I need to carry you?”
That gets me moving. I am made of sterner stuff than to be taken out by a little finger banging and spanking. “I’m fine.” I push off his lap, and my knees almost make a liar out of me. My legs shake, but I manage to keep my feet. I very carefully don’t look at him, because if he’s laughing at me, I might do something ill-advised.
But Devan hasn’t moved from his spot on the chair. He watches me out of dark, dark eyes, all amusement gone from his face. “Look at you, Hazel. It’s like you were put here on this earth solely to tempt me.” His gaze coasts over me, lingering on my face and body with a weight that feels physical.
“I plan on doing a whole lot more than tempting you.” I want to touch him, to run my hands over his big body and unbutton his pants to release his cock. It’s pressing so hard against the front of his jeans, it looks downright painful. I lick my lips. I know just the thing to make it feel better.
I reach for him, but he catches my wrist a few inches from my fingers making contact with his chest. Devan shakes his head slowly. “You haven’t earned that yet.”
Earned it?
I might laugh if there was enough oxygen in the room. “I want to suck your cock. Surely you’re not going to argue about that.”
He raises his brows. “You seem to be under the mistaken impression that you’re in charge of this encounter. You’re not.”
“Why deny us what we both want?”
He drags his thumb lightly over my wrist. “Do you send a lot of videos like the one you sent me?”
“You’ve seen my social media.” I shrug. “There’s a trick to doing it well, and I’m good at pictures, so why not?”
“Hazel.” He tightens his grip even so slightly. “There’s a marked difference between what you post publicly and what you sent me. Even when you’re mostly naked, it’s artsy and shit.”
“I’m mostly naked right now.” I pull against his grip, testing him. My body goes tight and needy when I’m not able to pull free. “And what the fuck are you talking about? That video was high art.”
He studies me. “Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“You know what.”
Yeah, I guess I do. I move to where I dropped my phone earlier and scoop it up. He tugs me down onto his lap the second I get within arm’s reach, my back to his chest. I go a little dizzy from touching so much of Devan’s bare skin at once. He shifts my hair out of the way and plucks my phone from my hand. I watch, stomach doing somersaults, as he pulls up the camera app.
“Show me,” he repeats.
I push the button to flip it to selfie mode and meet his gaze in the screen. Sometimes I get a little turned on when I’m doing photoshoots. Sometimes I do photoshoots just to get myself turned on. Maybe that makes me self-absorbed. I don’t know. I don’t really care.
I’ve never felt like this before.
“Okay,” I whisper. I click the record button.
He maintains a hold on the phone, but I touch the top of it, tilting it until just our mouths are visible and then lower. Devan shifts behind me, and then his lips are against my neck, surprisingly soft against the relative roughness of his beard. I reach with a trembling hand to wrap around his wrist. He allows me to guide him, to bring his hand to my chest, to trail it slowly down my body in the same way I did in the earlier video.
It feels so different now.
Devan’s hand is calloused where mine is soft. Not to mention he’s so fucking big. It makes me shake as he slowly hooks the edge of my bra and tugs it down a little, teasing us both with the sight of my bared nipple.
Then he goes off script.
He presses the phone into my hand. “Hold this.”
“But—” My protest dies as he palms both my breasts. “Okay.” This is better. This is so much better.
I can’t take my gaze from the screen as Devan touches me. My breasts are plenty large for my
