Tolyan gently pulls my phone out of my grip. “What’s so interesting that you’ve ignored me since dinner?” he asks.
Have I? I blink, then realize he’s right. “Sorry. I’m debating who and how many people I should follow.” He’s helping me with Roy. He might have an idea as to what a safe number is. We haven’t discussed that. “Do you think it matters?”
“In what way?”
“Having too many followers or something like that could endanger me. You know, expose me to Roy.”
He shrugs. “It makes no difference. I’m going to get him no matter what.”
His tone is firm and confident. It relaxes me, makes me feel safe and protected.
He puts the phone on the table next to the bottled water. “If that’s all…”
“That is—”
Before I can finish, his mouth claims mine. He isn’t especially gentle. His lips ravish me, his tongue plundering.
I clutch him and kiss him back desperately. I want him on my bare skin, but the scoop-neck top and skirt are in the way. I take them off, my fingers clumsy with desire, and toss them on the floor. Now all that’s left are the matching lace bra and thong and the stilettos I haven’t taken off yet. Although I protested at first at Monique’s selection—and the cost—now I’m glad I have sexy underwear. Watching his eyes flare makes it worth it.
He pulls the bra up and scrapes his palm over the nipples. The feel of his hot, callused hand on the sensitive skin sends hot shivers. I whimper, then lick my lips at the sight of his bulging cock pressing against his black slacks.
“Does it feel good, little fawn?”
I arch my back, my eyes on his, but it’s difficult to focus. He’s too gorgeous, too brilliant. And too in control in his impeccable button-down shirt and slacks. “Yes!”
“Tell me you want more,” he commands, standing between my legs and spreading them until I’m exposed.
“I want more,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Now, what else do you want?”
When I hesitate, he puts a nipple between his fingers and squeezes. Torturous pleasure slices through me. “God…”
He laughs, the sound low and wicked. “You want God?”
It’s all I can do to process the words. My instinct wants to take over. Screw it. Just take what he can give you!
He keeps tormenting my nipples as he waits. My pelvis begins to move of its own volition. “Suck them,” I beg.
“Suck what?”
“Suck my nipples.” Then I add, “Please.”
His dark head drops and he closes his mouth over the tip of one breast, hot and wet. His tongue flicks over the hard, pointed tip, and I cry out, my vision hazy for a moment. That feels too good. Too searing.
He sucks the other nipple, too, until I’m drenched. Vaguely I can sense I’m making a mess on the leather couch. But embarrassment is the farthest thing from my mind. I’m too aroused to care.
“What else do you want me to suck, little fawn?” His words are like the devil’s whispered temptation. I can think of so many places I’d love his mouth to be.
But saying it out loud… For some reason, that seems to require courage. I’ve never been this honest or vulnerable to someone.
He flicks a finger over my clit. Before I can rock against it, he takes away his hand. A growl builds in my chest, full of frustration. “Tell me.” He kisses me. “Think of me as your living sex toy, little fawn. Tell me what you’d like.”
I lick my mouth. Wide, powerful shoulders, chest thick with muscle, forearms corded and flexing. He doesn’t look anything like a toy, much less someone I can command with words. But the throb in my clit is growing more intense, and I can’t fight the surging lust.
“My clit,” I say finally. “Go down on me, Tolyan.”
And he does. God, his mouth is glorious. White-hot pleasure tightens in my gut as he devours me. His tongue stabs into me, and I rock shamelessly against his face, my fingers doing their best to grip his hair, although I know it’s too short for me to hold.
The orgasm hits me viciously. I scream. But even as I come down from the high, I need more of him.
He pulls off my thong and tosses it aside. The bra is also disposed of. Then he positions me on my hands and knees. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. The fly hisses as he lowers his zipper. Foil tears, and I hear the latex rolling down his gorgeous cock.
I tremble as need shivers through me. God, he’s going to drive into me. My whole body clenches with hot anticipation.
I want to be filled, then savagely fucked the way only he can. The last time he took me this way, I nearly fainted. My breathing is already rough and shallow.
He lays kisses on my bare ass. I squirm, then cry out when he slaps it.
“Please,” I beg.
He positions his cock at the entrance of my pussy. My flesh pulses. He isn’t pushing in, though…
“Use my dick,” he orders, his voice low and raspy, his breathing rough and uneven. “Move yourself along my shaft. Pleasure yourself with it like you would with a dildo.”
The air stills in my chest. His words are thick with desire—and I want to try it, too, except a sliver of inhibition is making me unable to move as he orders.
Two heartbeats pass. I’m wetter than before. He teases my pussy lightly with his cock head. My toes curl in my stilettos.
Then he stops, daring and challenging me. He seems to be saying, Still stubborn, little fawn?
So I press myself against his cock, pushing until he’s sheathed by me, inch by delicious inch. I let out a soft moan at the hot, wet friction, the feel of him filling me. He hisses between his teeth, his fingers tight on my ass. Then I move, sliding myself along the thick, long shaft that seems hard enough to break bricks.
Bliss spreads like a mist over my bare skin. But it isn’t enough. No matter how frenzied I get, no matter how hard or fast I move, I can’t re-create the raw power of his thrusts, the shocking electric sensation that seems to make my scalp prickle with an orgasm.
But Tolyan doesn’t move. Not even a little. The climax I want is so, so close, but so far away. I can’t reach it on my own. I need him.
“Please,” I beg. “Please.”
“What do you want me to do, little fawn?” he whispers.
“Take me,” I say. “Fuck me hard, the way only you can.” I lower my shoulders, pushing my ass up higher in offering.
His breathing changes, and there’s a low rumble from his throat. He grips my hips, thick fingers digging into the flesh. Delightful anticipation pools between my legs.
He drives into me. All that force. All that power. I feel the impact of his thrusts to the tips of my fingers, to the roots of the hair on my head. My back arches as pleasure wraps around me, tightens its hold.
The sound of flesh slapping is a huge turn-on. I’m on fire for him. Even as a climax claims me and I’m screaming his name like my life depends on it, it isn’t enough. I want more of him. I want him to screw me until this monstrous need he’s awakened is sated.
Tolyan sinks his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back, raising my torso. He puts his teeth into my shoulder, not biting but as a carnassial clasping of flesh, and slides the other hand up under my body to grasp one breast. And holding me like that, in the most primitive and savage grip possible, he plunders me.