Page 50 of Play With Me
I pass Luca on the way to her office. His skin glimmers with sweat beneath his leather vest, and the anxiety turns to dread as I automatically wonder if he was just with Carmela instead of picking up on the fact that he’s coming from the direction of the gym that serves as an entrance into Désirer.
We share a look that classifies as pure malevolence. Big guy knows I’ve got his girl now and that my suspicions about his involvement in all of thishaven’t faded. At some point in the following week, I need to make it a point to sit down with his father and question him. But I’ve learned that one doesn’t just simply show up to question a man like Vinny Morroni.
Nails typing on a keyboard fill the air outside Carmela’s office. The door is ajar, and she’s wearing her glasses, glaring at the screen like it’s personally offended her. “I don’t want to be bothered right now. Close the door and leave,” she states without looking up to see who she’s addressing.
The attitude sparks heat in my groin, and my dick jumps at the sound of her annoyed voice like it lives to torment her. “I’ll close the door, baby girl. But rest assured, I’m heretobother the fuck out of you.”
Her eyes snap to mine as I step inside and turn the lock so we aren’t interrupted. Even from here, I can see her cheeks flush in the glow of the low light. She takes her glasses off and rises from her chair. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” she says quietly, tone breathy and loaded with the thick cadence of lust.
She’s wearing a tight, black mini dress, classically cut and hitting mid-thigh. Easy as fuck for me to take what I want from her. And what I want is for her to scream my name while I draw out her impending orgasm.
I take unhurried steps toward her. “I know weshould discuss the show tonight, but I have other things in mind.”
Heat sears across my skin, licking a path down my spine as I watch her legs press together. Her hands finger her hem, unwittingly pulling it higher. “Oh yeah? Like what?” She’s just as ready as I am.
Just as needy.
Slowly, I reach for my belt. Carmela’s eyes drop to watch what I’m doing, licking her crimson lips before the corner of the bottom one disappears between her teeth. I like this new dynamic—her in this shy, demure role, instead of constantly fighting me for control. “Go sit on the sofa.”
She swallows thickly, eyes darkening as she turns and does what I tell her without a fight.Good girl.I don’t say the words out loud, not wanting to break the spell. The last time I called her a good girl, she angrily rode me like a bronco.
Not that I’m complaining. That night has lived in my head rent-free since it happened. But it’s not what I’m going for tonight.
My belt hits the floor as she settles herself. My little hellcat surfacing as Carmela lays back against the plush cushion and spreads her legs wide, baring her lace-covered pussy to me as she drapes an arm behind her to rest on the back of the sofa. “Hungry?” The question drips from her lips like honey.
And I’ve always had a sweet tooth.
“Starved.” I sink to my knees in front of her,caging her between my arms as I pull her skirt higher. A sigh escapes her lips as my fingers slide beneath the straps of her thong and inch it down her legs. My eyes zero in on that smooth triangle between her thighs as she lifts her hips to help me.
With her underwear still bunched in my palm, I scoop my hands beneath her to squeeze her ass, lifting her closer to my face. As my mouth closes around her warm, wet heat, she lets out a sharp moan.
I’ve never tasted anything as good as Carmela. My tongue slowly slides through her lips, savoring the sweet, tangy combination that seeps from her velvety skin. “Anders,” she whimpers.
Mouth still on her, tongue slowly flicking against her clit, I peer up to see her grasping the back of the sofa with her head tipped back in pleasure. I decide this is my favorite view from now on.
Even though I’m on my knees for her, knowing that it’s me making her writhe in pleasure quickly finds a home at the top of the list of my most favorite things.
Her fingers gently wrap in my hair as she widens her legs shamelessly. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I slide a hand out from underneath her, reaching down to unzip my pants and free my cock from its tight confines. I eat her faster, stroking my dick with the hand that still holds her thong while I suck and lick her into release.
She shudders as she comes, and I trap her liquid honey between my lips as I pull away. I want to take my time and draw another from her, but we have obligations.
Rising to press my lips against hers, I force them apart and spill her essence into her mouth. Surprised, she begins to back away, but I cradle her neck and hold her to me, making her taste herself on my tongue—making her realize how good we taste together.
A pleasured groan escapes her throat as she surges forward with vigor, crawling into my lap as she sweeps her tongue along mine to clean every last drop.
The force knocks me back, and she follows me to the floor, hands wrapping around my length. She pulls her lips from mine and looks down at where our flesh is joined, then does something that nearly makes me come right there.
She spits on my dick and begins to milk it.
My head tips back to the ceiling. “Fuck, baby, that was so fucking hot.”
“Stand up,” she softly commands. I listen, only because I know those luscious lips are about to be wrapped around my cock.
“You want it dirty, don’t you?” she asks before she drips more saliva on my crown and swirls her tongue around it.
With my free hand, I gather her hair away from her face. “I want it as dirty as you’ll give it.”