gaze, the way those blue orbs caressed her face.
He didn’t just loosen the corset; he slipped all the laces through the rivets she’d hand stamped until the corset fell from her body onto the floor. Her nipples, sensitive from her arousal, tightened in the cool air of the hotel room, and she sucked in a breath.
Her first instinct was to cover them and run into the bathroom. This was always the part that threw her. She had to get naked. She had to take off the costume that was her armor.
But then she slipped back into her role. It wasn’t just the clothes. It was the attitude, the anonymity of the fake name. It was the realization that this man could be from anywhere, having only flown in to attend the con. And that’s what kept her hands at her sides as his fingers dug into the skin at her waist. His breath rushed along her temple as he stared down at her bared breasts.
His fingers grazed her ribs as he lifted his hands and then cupped her. “These are gorgeous, Princess. I’m going to take you from behind, and then I’ll have to rally for another round because I want to suck on these while I’m inside you.”
She reached around and grasped his thigh, digging her nails into the thin fabric to tell him yes, yes she loved the sound of that, even though she wasn’t sure she could articulate it in words right now.
A guy talking dirty made her hot. If porn was nothing but grunts, she turned it off. She wanted dirty talk. Filthy. Breck was delivering already, and they were only topless.
“You want that, Princess?” He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers before letting them go. He gave each of them a sharp slap on the underside, the sound echoing off the walls. She moaned, and wondered if he could make her come just by playing with her breasts.
She wouldn’t have minded the experiment.
He splayed one hand across her waist and tucked her tighter against him, so she felt his erection at the small of her back. Then with his other hand, he gripped the edge of her skirt where it was slit and pulled it aside. She wore a pair of flesh-colored panties underneath, which he promptly shoved down her legs and ordered her to step out of. Then she was upright again, smashed against his chest. And he was swiping two fingers through her folds.
“You do want that,” he said, his voice lower with arousal. “Fuck. So wet, Princess.” Those fingers didn’t stop, swirling and rubbing and doing all kinds of crazy things. He found her clit but did nothing but give it a cursory pinch, which made her growl. He chuckled darkly.
In a swift motion, he stepped away from her and then she was pushed onto the bed on her back. Her legs dangled over the edge, her skirt in disarray around her. She leaned up on her elbows as he stood at the foot of the bed in front of her. His eyes roamed her face, breasts and then lingered on her thighs. “So beautiful. Spread your legs.”
She did so slowly, propping the heel of one boot on the comforter, then the other, so she was bared to him.
He reached down and palmed the bulge in his pants, stroking himself through the fabric. It was obscene how hard he was and how thin those pants were. She could see the flared head of his cock, the outline of his shaft and she bit her lip, imagining it in her mouth.
His hand moved away and her gaze snapped up to his face. “Oh, you’ll get my cock, Princess. But not yet.”
With a thud, he fell to his knees, grinned at her, and lowered his head between her legs.
At first she felt nothing, only the heat of his breath on her wet, sensitive flesh. Then his hands slowly gripped her thighs. She was tugged so her ass almost hung off the bed and then…just when she was about to reach down and push his face into her sensitive flesh, he licked.
One. Long. Slow. Lick. Until he reached her clit, and then he swirled the tip around the hard bud.
He did it again. That long, slow torturous lick with the swirl on the end. He varied the pace a little. Sometimes the lick was faster. Sometimes it was so slow, she didn’t think he’d ever get to that fancy swirl at