The Entitled (The Entitled Duet #1) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,50
look like midnight blue glittering pools.
My bracelet sparkles on her wrist. But what makes me want to unzip my pants and stroke myself is my name tattooed on her side.
The need to claim her overwhelms me, and I’m almost confused at how my body seems to have a life of its own.
“Tess.” It comes out way harsher than I intended.
“Yes?” Her eyes search my face.
“I’m going to touch you, but you have to be quiet, Kitten. We can’t afford to get caught.”
“I’ll try.” She doesn’t sound very confident, which makes me smile. Her eyes are half-mast—she wants this as badly as I do.
As I lie down next to her, she instantly pulls off my jacket, tossing it to the floor, followed by my shirt. She is much better at undressing me than I was of her. I’ll have to work on that. When her hands reach for my belt, I grab them and pull them above her head. “Probably better if we leave the pants on,” I hiss.
“But…” I stop her with my mouth, kissing her deeply, roughly, our tongues touching and tasting. A loud moan escapes her.
With reluctance, I pull back. “Tess you have to do better. No noise. The last thing I want to deal with is your mom going crazy.”
“Sorry,” she whispers, an evil grin on her face.
Reaching for her lips again, this time I hear a slight whimper when our tongues touch. She tastes like chocolate and Tess. Not staying on her puffy lips, I need her throat. I’m obsessed with it. I want so badly to bite it and suck it, but that would mark her. She’s wiggling, trying to get me to let go of her hands.
“Stop, Kitten. I’ll let go in a minute. I like you like this.” She cocks her head, but she’s still. Her chest expands as she breathes.
I’m like a starved beast, and her body is my feast. Lowering my head to take one of her hard, pink nipples into my mouth, I lick it and hear myself groan. A small victory smile touches her lips, and I laugh.
“We’re so fucked. Thankfully your mom is smashed.”
She nods. “I don’t think she would care anyway.” She moans it out. As I bite her nipple, a hiss comes out of her lips. Remorse fills me. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Kitten, I’m sorry…” She’s panting and grinding herself on me, shoving her breast farther into my mouth.
“Don’t be sorry—just do it again.”
For a moment I freeze, not sure I heard her correctly. Then I smirk at her. “I should have known: whatever I like, you like.”
“You should.” Her chest goes up and down, mirroring her excitement. “I love you, and I trust you. Please, make me come, Reed.” She sounds frantic.
Taking the other nipple in my mouth. I start to suck it, letting go of her wrists, so that I can use that hand to rub and pinch the first nipple. Her hands seem to be fluttering around trying to find something to grab hold of. I grind on her, and she groans, encouraging me. My hand grabs the post of her canopy so that I can rub her pussy hard. It feels unbelievable. Thank God my pants are soft. Before I even realize it, I’m pulsing and shaking. I fucking come in my thousand-dollar Tom Ford pants.
I sit up shocked. Tess sits up, her eyes filled with wonder. “Reed?”
“I can’t believe… that just happened.”
She reaches for my cock and starts to rub, feeling all the wetness. “Oh, Reed, um… it’s okay…”
Cutting her off, the last thing I need is for Tess to try to make me feel better. “I need to get out of these, take a shower, and then we will continue.”
“But… I want you to keep doing what you were doing now!” She pouts.
I’m already stripping out of my slacks and boxers, shaking my head. Turning on the water in her shower, I step into the freezing water. I’m beyond caring as the cold water pierces my skin like little knives. In a way, it feels good. I need a moment to process the fact that I came in my pants. I have lost complete control and hate that. I reach for the soap and take a fast rinse-off. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I go back to Tess. She’s removed her heels and is under the covers.
We look at each other.
“I love you so much. Promise me it will always be us—only us.”