“But—”
“It’s your turn.”
I shut the hell up then. I wanted my turn so badly that my feet were already sliding back and forth against the sheets, toes curling. The fact that he’d fucked my face was so dirty and it had turned me on so much that I was betting I’d explode from a single swipe of his fingers.
I think he knew that. Because as he slid down my body, he avoided the area between my legs all together. He let his lips dance over my neck, teasing as his fingers traced up and down my sides.
“More,” I begged.
“Not yet,” he growled, swiping his five o’clock shadow over my neck in a move that made my body pulse with lust. “If you spied on me enough, you must have seen—”
“Your sex tapes? Yeah. Saw those a few times,” I breathed.
He tweaked a nipple and my back arched up. But he released it too soon. “How many times?” he questioned.
“A lot. Okay? I dunno how many times.” They had been hot, so hot that I had used them instead of porn on more than one occasion.
I reached for his torso but he grabbed both my hands and pinned them together in one of his. He held them by his chest as he growled, “It’s my playtime. And if you watched those videos, you’ll know, you’re not allowed to move.”
He slowly lowered my linked hands until they were on my low belly, fingers just above my crotch. If I just swiped my pinkie fingers—
“This is a test.” Andros leaned down and whispered in my ear. “If you fail this test, I won’t let you come.”
A whine escaped my lips but that only made him chuckle darkly which, in turn, only turned me on more. If I had been allowed to rub my thighs together, they would have been soaked. But I didn’t. I stayed perfectly still.
“Good girl,” he soothed.
And damn if that praise didn’t make a smile spread across my face.
Andros smiled down at me and then leaned forward to lightly kiss my lips. “I can’t believe you’re such a stalker,” he teased.
“Did I forget to mention all the photos I have of you pasted inside my closet at home?”
I loved his resulting smile. It was a cross between naughty and amused and something I’d never seen before. He didn’t say anything further, just leaned back over me and used the tip of his tongue to trace the side of my neck. Then he blew on it.
I couldn’t help it. I writhed underneath him, because the sensation was just so intense.
Immediately, he moved my clasped hands overhead so that I couldn’t touch myself. He waited, hovering above me, until I calmed—at least externally. Inside, my heart was fluttering like a bird on its first attempt at flight.
“We’re going to try that again. And again. Until you can hold still for me.”
It took three more tries and more self-restraint than I ever would have imagined possible. But finally, I managed only to arch my back the tiniest bit when Andros’ soft breath wafted over my sensitive neck.
“So good,” he murmured, nipping my earlobe.
“Please,” I begged him.
And finally, finally, he touched me. His huge, rough hand scraped over my side, my hip. He dragged it slowly up my inner thigh. And while I felt like squirming in anticipation and pleasure, I held still, my breath coming faster and faster. I was panting by the time he used a single finger to trace up my seam.
“So wet.” Andros’ grinned down at me.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“Not yet.”
I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and groaned. Not yet, seemed to be Andros’ mantra. He proved it over and over as he gently rubbed my opening, but not my clit, as his big fingers spread me apart and he sat up to look at me. He stared down at my opening, which was pulsing with desire. “So pretty.”
His fingers strummed my pussy like it was a guitar while his mouth slid over my torso like it was a harmonica. He played me like a song.
I begged once, twice, a thousand times, before he finally latched onto my nipple and bit down with his teeth. At the same moment, he roughly shoved his middle finger up inside of me while his palm rubbed my needy clit.
I screamed.
A kaleidoscope of colors flashed before my eyes as I came. And came. And came. Because Andros didn’t let up. He crooked his finger and tapped my g-spot. He flicked my nipple with his tongue. When one orgasm started to fade, he added a second finger and pumped roughly into me, commanding, “I want you to come again. Now, Hayley.”
Somehow, his order made everything hotter and I clenched down on his fingers, coming hard. As soon as I finished, I moaned, turning my head to the side. “I’m too sensitive.”
“No you’re not. You just need a new angle.” Andros lifted my hips with one hand until I was balanced on my feet, ass up in the air and shoulders still on the pillow. “Stay just like that,” he ordered as he slid down my body.
As his face grew nearer to my clit, I could feel myself tighten again in anticipation. When he used the fingers inside me to spread me open, I’d never felt so vulnerable and wanton.
His tongue descended on me. Four long, deep laps later, it turned out he was right. My hands flew from their spot above my head and latched onto his hair as my hips thrust wildly, fucking his face. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I chanted with an abandon I’d never had before.
Andros kept thrusting his tongue into me and then gently sliding it up toward my clit until I yanked away and flopped down on the bed, boneless.
“Oh, no. You’re not done. Take off my shirt.”
“I can’t,” I moaned, drunk and dizzy after everything.
“Hayley,” his tone became a warning as he slowly slid his fingers out of me.
I struggled onto my elbows and wrangled his shirt off.
His eyes roamed my body as he stroked himself. “Tell me about your tattoo.”
I touched my left breast gently. “It’s Evan’s.” I watched him with curious eyes, wondering if that would make Andros jealous. Not everyone had Zavier’s free and open approach to love.
Andros’ eyes did grow more hooded, but I didn’t see anger in them. I saw more lust. “He marked you?” He flipped me over so fast I couldn’t react. My face had hardly hit the mattress before my ass was in the air and Andros’ hot dick was stroking along the outside of my seam, bumping over my clit.
“I’m going to mark you too,” he growled, reaching down and palming one of my breasts. “I’m going to come all over this gorgeous ass. And you’re not allowed to wipe it off. Anytime you shower, or anytime you get rid of it, you’re required to come back and get marked again.”
Holy shit.
If his dick hadn’t been sliding over my clit just then, I would have reached down and tweaked it to send myself over the edge. That possessiveness in his voice called to some primal part of me.
“Yes sir,” I murmured.
He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up. “What was that?”
“Yes sir,” I repeated.
With a groan, Andros thrust deep into me. He waited for a second, letting me adjust to him, before he pulled back and dropped my hair. Both his hands wrapped around my breasts, thumb and index fingers lightly pinching my nipples as he thrust shallowly into me. Those shallow strokes meant his cock slid across my g-spot every time.