Page 13 of Untouchable
“Yes. I like that you have a special endearment for me.” He’s the only one who ever has.
“Good, because I don’t intend on stopping.” Leaning forward, our lips brush together, and I feel like the world settles around me. In my head, I know I should be fighting against him, but my heart and body have already given themselves over to him.
By the time he pulls away, I’m breathless, my heart is pounding, and I’ve forgotten we’re in a public place. He does that to me. Makes me forget the inner turmoil I feel, like I’m constantly battling with myself.
As the server arrives to take our drink order, I allow Braxton to order our dinners, as well. I don’t care what I eat so long as I’m with him.
“I’ve got to ask,” he starts, and I swallow a big gulp of water as my belly tightens with nerves. “The book you wrote for us”—my cheeks instantly grow heated—“the things we did. Do you really want that?”
Everything I know about sex has come from reading about it. I’m still unable to give myself a proper orgasm, but Braxton can drag them out of me with no problem. I’d never dreamed that would happen, so when I wrote our story, I went a little crazy in the fantasy department.
“I have no idea,” I respond honestly.
I feel his breath on my cheek as he leans forward again, kissing along my jaw until he’s murmuring in my ear, “I’d like to tie you up, see my handprint on your ass, and baby, when I tell you I have every intention of fucking each sweet hole in your body, I mean it.” I whimper because I can imagine all of it.
“I’ve never done those things,” I whisper.
“I know, pup, but you’re going to do it all with me.” He kisses my fluttering pulse. “And I’m starting tonight. The only thing I need to really know is if anything is off limits.”
My mouth speaks before my mind can process his question. “No.”
He groans and lifts his hand higher up the hem of my dress. I spread my legs for him until I feel the heat of his fingers pulling my thong to the side and sliding through the slick heat of my pussy.
“So fucking wet for me.” His chest rumbles with a growl of possessiveness, and I inch closer, opening my legs wider. “Hot for it, aren’t you, pup?”
“Please, Braxton, do something.” His thumb rubs lazy circles around my clit as another finger edges my pussy hole, never dipping in but enticing until I feel like I’ll die without him. “Stop teasing me.” I nip his collarbone.
A devilish chuckle reaches my ear as he continues to play with me. “You think I’d risk someone else seeing you come apart? No, pup, only I get to see you when this pussy ripples out her sweet pleasure for me. Nobody else.”
My growl of frustration is cut off as our server arrives with our food, either not noticing Braxton’s hand between my legs or knowing better than to say anything. With a quick thanks, he’s gone, and I finally notice that Braxton has ordered us a plate of brown butter scallops with parmesan risotto to share.
He feeds me the entire meal, sharing bites, unconcerned about anything around us. It’s the most wildly intimate dinner of my life, and I can’t wait to go back to our room.
Braxton is on a mission of torture, however, because he orders us dessert—Champagne cake with buttercream icing and a large scoop of vanilla ice cream drizzled in hot fudge sauce. The cake melts in my mouth, and I let out a salacious moan that elicits a groan from Braxton, as well.
“I better get that same sound when I’m balls-deep inside your cunt, pup.” Nipping my neck, he asks for the bill and pays within seconds before ushering me back up to the room.
There’s a buzzing in the air as we enter our suite, and I can’t quite figure out what to do with my hands or how to act. Braxton does a quick check around to make sure everything’s secure before stalking towards me.
Not a second of hesitation passes as he picks me up by the back of my thighs, and my back hits a wall while his mouth attacks my neck, biting and sucking everywhere he can reach and making me squirm. “Braxton, you keep teasing me,” I breathe out, my body still tingling from his antics at dinner.
“Yeah, and?” Oh, this man is cruel to me.
Gripping his close-cut hair, I tug until he looks up at me. “I want more.” He moans as I feel his hardness rubbing between my thighs, amplifying the ache.
“Tell me.”
My face flames. I can describe this scene a hundred times over in my head and on paper, but to vocalize it? No way!
“Just one thing.” He must sense my hesitation.
“I want to be naked, to feel your skin on mine. Your lips around my aching nipple, your tongue lapping up my desire between my thighs.” That was more than I intended.
He’s on the move before I can catch my next breath, and in a second, my back is on the bed, my legs are over his shoulders, and he’s practically bent me in half as he rips my thong from my body, his lips wrapping around my clit. Sucking until I explode, not allowing me even a second to adjust to what he’s doing.
My entire body throbs for more of what this man can do to me, but I don’t know how to ask. Raising my hips, I cup the back of his head with one hand and bite the fist of the other as Braxton continues his assault on my pussy. Licking, sucking, biting…devouring me. All I can do is hold on for the ride until another tidal wave of pleasure rips through my body, leaving me a mass of limp flesh. My heart pounds so hard behind my sternum that I think it might bruise.
I vaguely hear, “I could live between these thighs, eating this pussy for the rest of my days.” My ass cheeks get gripped in Braxton’s hands, and he pulls me closer to his mouth. I didn’t think that was possible, but he’s done it, flicking his tongue through my lips and forcing more moans out of me.