Wild Temptation (Wild, #1)(84)

His mouth settles by my ear. “I missed you,” he breathes, running his lips down my neck to my collarbone. My hips tilt up, my knees bend, my arms reach up…

And grasp thin air.

Godfuckingdammit.

I’m alone. I’m still sitting on the chair on the balcony, staring out at the now darkened coastal sky, my glass of wine inevitably warm. There’s a heavy ache in my pussy. My clit is throbbing, and I get up, grabbing my glass.

Well, it looks like Tyler is going to get his own way after all.

My penchant for dirty dreams about him is getting ridiculous. I mean, really. On a deckchair? Is that my latest sordid fantasy?

I tuck the glass of wine into the fridge and move through to the bedroom. No. The dream definitely involved a bed. I stare at my suitcase.

He said that I should use my vibrator. And think of him. My pussy clenches at the thought. Fuck. My body is wound so tight with the anticipation of the dream release that it’s now expecting the real thing.

With a sigh, I get up and dig through my case. I find the long, flesh-colored vibrator tucked deep within my clothes. As I stare at it, I run my fingers along its ridged surface. It’s no Tyler, but it’s a portable orgasm, so it’ll do.

I lie back on the bed, the hard member still encased in my palm, and close my eyes. I imagine him in all of his hot, British glory, standing in front of me. He’s shirtless, his stomach tensed after a workout, showing me each pack of muscle on it.

My hand finds my breast and creeps beneath my shirt, cupping the tender flesh. In my mind, he reaches down to his pants and undoes them, pushing down his boxers as he does. His hard cock springs to life, long and ready for me, and he wraps a hand around it.

I flick the switch at the base of my vibrator and trail it down my stomach. That’s how I’m imagining him—standing at the end of my bed with his hand firmly encasing his cock and his eyes firmly on my pussy.

My vibrator finds my clit and trembles against it slowly. I can almost imagine that it’s Tyler’s fingers teasing me, circling me, rubbing me. I can almost imagine that I can feel his breath cascading over my skin and his fingertips trailing along my thigh.

I run the vibrator along my pussy and rub, spreading my wetness across myself, before I dip it inside me. It takes a few gentle pushes before I have it all inside me, but it gets there. With a few soft thrusts, my whole body is humming.

My mind imagines that it’s Tyler leaning over me, pushing into me slowly. Then pulling out, teasing me deliciously, torturously, erotically.

My breath hitches. Fuck.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

I stop at his voice filtering through the room.

No. Surely not.

I open my eyes and look toward the door. He’s standing there, exactly like in my imagination with his hand around his cock.

“I mean it. Don’t let me stop you,” he repeats huskily. “Tell me though, babe. Are you thinking of me?”

Everything in me responds to his words—my heart, my chest, my stomach.

“Yes,” I whisper, pulling my vibrator out of me and pushing it back again.

“Good. Now I’m going to talk to you. I’m going to tell you exactly what to think. No, don’t stop what you’re doing. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” I gasp.

“Perfect. Do you want to know what I’m doing? Do you want to know everything?”

I gasp again as the vibrator hits the tender spot inside me. “Yes.”

“Okay.” His harsh breathing fills the room with mine. “I’m holding myself, Liv. My hand is wrapped so fucking tightly around my cock and tugging it so hard at the sight of you fucking yourself with that. You thinking about me, babe?”

“Yes.”

“What are you thinking?”

I moan. “I’m thinking you’d feel good inside me. I’m thinking you’d fill me better than this vibrator, that you’d make me come harder. Your hand against me would be better than my own. I’m thinking you’d fuck me harder than I could ever with this.”

“Good,” he grunts. “’Cause I’m thinking you’ve been particularly bad actually using this vibrator. Surely you know by now the only thing allowed in that gorgeous pussy is me?”

“I don’t… I can’t…” Pleasure ripples through me.

Fuck, he’s watching me. He’s actually watching me fuck myself with a vibrator and he’s getting himself off in the process.

“Come for me, baby. Imagine it’s me burying myself deep inside you. Imagine it’s my cock inside of you and my thumb rubbing your clit. Imagine how I kiss your neck and rock my hips until your tight cunt is clenching and coming all over my hard cock.”