Broken Bond - Callie Rose Page 0,53
we’re both trying to prove a point to each other.
Trystan takes a step back and drops his hands to the hem of my shirt. With a deliberate movement, he draws it up over my head, and I raise my arms to help him. My nipples, already hard from his touch, tighten even more, and my breasts feel full and heavy as his gaze drops to my chest.
“My bra,” I say evenly, breathing hard. “Take it off.”
Now Trystan’s smile is positively sinful. Heat and pride reflect in his eyes as he tugs the straps down my arms and reaches behind me with one hand to unclasp the band. The pride is for me, I realize with a little flare of arousal. Trystan might be set in his ways and overbearing sometimes, but he likes being challenged. He likes this.
So do I.
“What now, Sable?” he murmurs, and just the sound of his voice makes my core clench. “What do you want now?”
“My breasts.”
He arches an eyebrow at me, challenging me right back.
“Put your mouth on them,” I clarify, and although my cheeks heat a little, I hold his gaze steadily, my entire body humming with arousal. “On my nipples.”
“Fucking hell.” The words are barely past Trystan’s lips before he drops his head to my chest, nuzzling his face between my breasts as he palms them, squeezing them together. As I look down at him, I could swear he’s trying to suffocate himself in my cleavage, and the thought makes liquid heat pool in my core.
“Nipples,” I demand, drawing even more confidence from the incredible feelings ricocheting through me, and the fact that every command I give him seems to turn Trystan on even more. “Suck them. Lick them. Bite them.”
He growls low in his throat, switching his attention to one of my breasts and drawing it deep into his mouth. The pressure on my nipple is so sharp it almost hurts, but I dig my toes into the floor and arch into his touch, loving the way the bite of pain drips down to my core as pure pleasure.
Trystan does exactly what I instructed, sucking and lapping at my nipples before tugging them between his teeth, teasing them with the tip of his tongue. My head lolls against the wall, my entire body going slack as all my focus narrows down to the places where he’s touching me.
“What else?” he mutters against my skin as he attacks one of my breasts again. He’s breathing harder, and his hands are roaming over my body again. “I’ll do this all fucking day unless you tell me you want something else, sweetheart.”
I groan softly.
He means it. I’m sure of it.
He would happily keep doing this for hours, and part of me is tempted to let him. My entire body is flushed, my skin tingling, and if this goes on much longer, I think I’ll orgasm without him ever touching me below the waist.
But I want him to touch me there.
I want his hungry, forceful mouth buried between my thighs. I want him to do everything he’s doing right now, but lower.
“Take off my pants,” I instruct, pressing my hips away from the wall like he might need a visual guide to what I’m asking for.
Trystan gives a satisfied hum and undoes my jeans, shoving them down over my hips and sliding them down my legs before helping me step out of them. He left my underwear on, and as he kneels in front of me, I know he sees the damp spot in the thin fabric. He leans a little closer, his mouth dropping open slightly as a look of such abject desire crosses over his face that it makes my heart skip a beat.
But he doesn’t touch me.
He’s waiting for me to tell him what I want.
The words come even easier this time, and I feel dirty and proud of it as I grab a fistful of his hair, drawing his gaze up to my face. “Put your mouth on me, Trystan. Lick my pussy.”
His nostrils flare, the black of his pupils expanding rapidly to overtake his turquoise irises. “Fuck, I like you like this.”
I grin at him, and the spell is broken for a moment as he grins back, the two of us smiling crazily at each other like two giddy teenagers.
Then Trystan grabs the fabric of my panties on both sides and tugs my hips toward him. My smile disappears on a gasp as he drags his nose along my cloth-covered core.