Wild Temptation (Wild, #1)(97)

I trust Tyler. Besides, I know he can’t legally use any images without my permission. The only permission I’ll ever give for pictures like this is the kind that allows him to get himself off to them.

“Sit up quickly.” He helps me up and unclips my corset. He pulls it from my body then cups the side of my face, his lips so close to mine that I can feel them in the briefest of touches. “Now get those knickers off, my sexy bitch. I want to see all of you.”

I lie back down and slide the thong over my hips and down my legs. I kick it off my ankles and it lands…well, somewhere. I can’t see.

“I want to see you running your hands down your body. I want to see you palm your gorgeous tits and tease your nipples until they’re hard. That’s it. Just like that.”

I part my lips as I roll each nipple between my thumb and finger. A dull, desperate throb starts in my clit. It’s begging me to touch it the way I am my nipples.

“Keep one hand there, teasing your tit, and slide the other down your stomach. I want you to imagine me watching. I want you to remember what you saw a few days ago, the way I looked at you when I walked into your hotel room. Remember how much I want you and how desperate I am to touch you myself. Now slide your fingers over that smooth mound and find your clit. Now rub.”

I can’t breathe. Goose pimples are covering my skin, lust is burning my body red hot, and his voice is sending tremors through me with every word he says. And I’m aching—god. I’m aching so much already. Aching for him, for his touch, for his cock.

“Fuck, Liv.” He exhales loudly, the growl in his words making me moan quietly. “That’s it. Keep rubbing your clit. I can see how wet you are. You’re so fucking wet I want to throw this camera across the room and fuck you right now.”

So do it, I want to say.

“Instead, I’m going to stand here and watch you slip your fingers along your pussy and inside yourself. I want you to imagine they’re my fingers fucking you, curving inside you.”

I tilt my hips up as I push two fingers into myself.

“Imagine it’s my thumb rubbing your clit. Imagine it’s me making you feel this good, touching you the way you like. Imagine it good and imagine it hard, because when you come, your work isn’t done. When you come, I’m going to sit on that bed and sit you on top of me.”

I moan.

“I’m going to take off that blindfold. Then you’re going to fuck me the way you’re fucking your hand right now. And I’m going to slap your arse the way you like it and make you cry my name.”

My muscles clench around my fingers as I come hard. It rushes through my body with the force of a tidal wave, throbbing and pulsating.

“Thank fuck for that,” I hear Tyler say over the rushing in my ears.

The blindfold is whipped from my eyes and I open them in a haze, closing them again at the brightness of the room. Tyler wraps his arms around me and lifts me onto him. My knees lie on either side of his hips so I’m straddling him, and he grabs my wrist.

“Open your eyes. Now.”

I force them open, half squinting. The squint soon disappears when he draws my two fingers into his mouth and licks them clean of my come.

“Mm. It was a waste of an orgasm, I admit,” he breathes over my lips. “So now you get to give me one. I’d have you suck my cock, but after that, it’s hard enough to have you fuck me.”

“Still imagining me bent over the bed, huh?”

“One day.” He squeezes my ass and guides me over his cock.

I thread my fingers behind his head and lower myself down. He slides into me easily, his size and hardness no match for my wetness. Both of his hands settle on my ass and guide me as I ease into a rhythm. I grind against him, riding him slowly but deeply.

I twine his hair around my fingers to get more grip as my speed increases. Blood pumping, skin tingling, breath catching. The feelings are rampant in my body, heightened when his palm connects with my ass.

“I’m trying really hard right now not to fuck you,” he hisses. “Because you feel so, so fucking amazing on top of me, but I need to come so bad.”

“You want it hard?” I whisper in his ear, sensing a shift in the dynamic.

“Yes, Liv. I’m telling you to fuck me hard.”

“Telling me?” I still and tug his hair.

His fingertips dig into my skin. “Asking you to fuck me hard,” he bites out. “Bitch,” he adds.

I smile. “Are you sure? I’m a little wild.” I raise my hips and slam back down onto him to prove my point.

Despite the groan that leaves him, he says, “I can handle you, babe. Don’t doubt it.”