Devlin was quiet, not in an unassuming way, but guarded. He never needed to break his cool to get what he wanted done. Everyone around him had a purpose and fulfilled their duties according to his rule. And I quickly fell in line, fitting into his life, as he wanted me to.
As he stood behind me, our eyes met in the mirror. He swept my hair off my right shoulder, leaning in to place a soft kiss at the base of my neck. A shiver ran through me as his tongue glided across my skin, his breath whispering against my ear.
He tipped my head back with a hand in my hair and stared into my eyes. My pulse raced and my body was ablaze with need. His other hand slid down over my breast, cupping and pinching my nipple through the silky fabric of my bra. My back arched, my breath quickened. I went to kiss him, but he held me at bay, watching me pant, watching me fucking fall apart as his hand slid down past my navel. His palm covered my aching pussy through my underwear.
I tensed as his fingertips pressed against the thin fabric, grazing my clit as my underwear clung to me from the moisture. He shoved the material aside, his fingers moving across my swollen clit, down my wet flesh, then back up. He fondled me mercilessly. My eyelids grew heavy as I tried to keep our gazes fused in the mirror. His mouth was right there, and I wanted to claim it—needed to—but instead, I sucked on his bottom lip, and then bit down on it as he pushed two fingers into my entrance.
He pushed deep, finger fucking me in a way that made me spread my legs wantonly and groan against his mouth. His fingers were so big, strong, and skillful that I was on the verge of a climax within seconds.
He pumped in and out, making sure to skim my over-stimulated clit, and I screwed my eyes shut. “That’s right. Squeeze my fingers with your greedy cunt.”
“Ahh!”
He shook me with his dirty words. My pussy pulsed as if obeying its master. He leaned in and bit my nipple, thumbed my clit with a delicious pressure that sent me over.
“Oh, God! Devlin… Yes!” I shook frantically. My climax ran through my body violently. My heart pounded as I came down slowly with Devlin still lightly massaging my clit and my body sweaty and hung-over from the power of my release.
“I think you might need new panties.” Devlin’s rumbling laughter in my ear sent my heart soaring. In the last month, he’d turned from a brooding man to a surprisingly jubilant one, at least when we were alone.
“Hurry up,or we’ll be late.”
He pulled his fingers out, and fuck, my body wanted more. Wanted his cock and his mouth and anything he’d give me. I reached out and tried to touch him, but he stepped back with a knowing look on his face.
I pouted.
“Come on, Dev.” He always got really easy when I shortened his name. It’s what I called out every time he made me come. His eyelids lowered and he looked ready to spank me, which I’d gladly bear. Anything involving his hands on me would lead to the ultimate prize.
He glanced at his watch, shook his head, grabbed me by the back of my neck, and kissed me hard. I held him tightly by his lapels as he tried to pull away. “I am going to fuck you so hard later.”
A tremor of need ran through me. “Do it now,” I challenged. “You’re hard as a rock.” I pointed to the bulge in his pants, and he groaned as I reached out and rubbed his growing erection.
“If I didn’t have to be at this event, I’d give you what you want and more, but we have to go.” He stepped away and walked out of the room without looking back. He was definitely trying to retreat before he lost control.
I refreshed my makeup, cleaned up, and threw on my dress in less than five minutes, then joined Devlin in the car waiting to take us to the banquet.
He sat as far away from me as possible and kept his gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window. I let him have his moment to calm down, but the minute this was over, I knew I’d be jumping him on the ride back home.
The dark Town Car pulled up to a private manor. Since we were late, no one remained outside and everyone was mostly seated when we entered the grand ballroom.
A tall, handsome, blond man saw us enter and came to greet us. “You’re late, Devlin.” His tone was chastising, and I hadn’t seen anyone be so bold to take such a tone with Devlin yet. He raised an eyebrow and gave me a curious glance. “Who’s your date?”
Devlin’s hand on my bicep tightened and he pulled me in closer to his side, but failed to respond. I reached out a hand and introduced myself.
“Juliana Callahan,” I announced as I shook his hand. Pausing mid-shake, his grip tightened, and his expression morphed into one of surprise.
“Tyler Preston,” he replied hesitantly, releasing my hand, then stuffing it in his pocket before glancing at Devlin with a deep frown. He shook his head, and Devlin looked away. “Devlin’s brother.”