More Than Lies (More Than #1)(63)

I realize he’s waiting on my consent. Shawn may be in charge of this show, but he isn’t a man that would ever take something not freely given to him.

I nod letting him know I want more. I’m not anywhere close to leaving this bathroom. I feel the material stretch before loosening and falling down my legs telling me he went for the quickest route and ripped them.

I might complain later. I sort of liked that pair. They matched the black bra I’m wearing. Sexy underwear is easy to find. But sexy and equally comfortable underwear is not so easy to find.

His hand slides down my leg, causing my skin to tingle. His fingers aren’t rough, but they aren’t soft either. They’re just right, large in size and firm the way a man’s touch should be. He encompasses my thigh in his palm, bringing my leg up and outward until I feel the bottom of my riding boot stop, bracing on the lid of the toilet. Shawn still has his other hand wrapped in my hair, holding my face in place to look directly into the mirror so I can’t look down.

His hold on my hair tightens, eliciting slight pain. It’s a good kind of hurt, and the start of a promising painful pleasure. His mouth begins to suck on the area of skin on my neck that he’s licked several times. The palm of his hand runs from my inner thigh, to the top and then behind my leg where he continues until he cups my rear. His hand leaves, but quickly returns with a loud smack, causing heat to shoot through me.

“Mmmm . . .”

I can’t help the sound that escapes. I wasn’t expecting to be spanked, but he can do that again.

His mouth relaxes on my skin, replaced with teeth against me. “Shhhh.”

“Continue that . . . and . . . I’ll be screaming.” Oh, but please continue. He locks back onto my skin, sucking again. I’ll have a bruise in that spot before this is over.

Shawn steps to my side, keeping his front pressed against me so that I can feel the hardness inside his jeans. I want to feel all that solidness inside of me, but apparently he has other plans at the moment. His hand goes underneath me where his fingers breach my folds. Continuing on, he runs his finger through my wet center until he reaches my clit. Without stopping to pay it a lick of attention he runs the same finger in the opposite direction only to insert it inside me. I have to suck in my bottom lip to bite in order to suppress a moan.

God, that feels good.

He withdraws all too soon and is running back up my length. This time, when his finger stops at my clit I feel his thumb being submerged into me.

Have freakin’ mercy.

His thumb pumps in and out a few times before he withdraws again. This time he inserts his middle finger along with another inside, but that’s not what has my body on alert and my eyes snapping up to look into the mirror. Shawn’s wet thumb stops, pressing against the tight hole on my backside.

He’s still sucking on the skin of my neck while pumping into me. His thumb starts to slowly run back and forth against the tight area. His head doesn’t move, but his eyes lift then connect with mine. In this moment, looking into his eyes while he’s doing these things to me, I feel overwhelmed, scared it’ll all be taken away, but most of all the beginning of what I think is freedom. Free to be me. Free to feel human and not my parent’s puppet.

I push back, pressing into his thumb. Shawn doesn’t stop, but the speed of his finger going in and out of me slows.

No. No. No.

“Please. Oh, please.” I don’t feel the least bit ashamed for begging him to enter me both ways. This is my dirtiest fantasy come true.

He’s so easy to read right now. There has never been a clear moment like this between us when I could look at Shawn and tell what he was thinking or wanted. He wants this. He wants to do this to me. And that makes me burn hotter within. He’s the one in charge, but I feel empowered. It’s a heady cocktail that makes me feel tipsy yet alive.

His thumb slips lower where he dips it in, coating his flesh with my juices. Once his thumb is lubed up he positions it back against the hole where he starts to press inside. His other fingers resume a better speed, going in and out at a constant rhythm. He’s met with a pressure of resistance, but isn’t deterred. Shawn continues easing in, slowly, gently.

His other hand releases my hair, moving down my back, over my waist until he gets past the material of my bunched-up dress and connects with the flesh on my belly. His palm is warm as it moves downward. When he stops, no time is wasted; Shawn presses two fingers against my clit. He doesn’t move them, just presses firmly into me as his other fingers continue their path in and out while his thumb starts to retract.

“Oh, my God.” Small shutters develop within making me tighten my grip on the edge of the counter. Shawn enters me both ways simultaneously, going in and out, over and over again. It feels amazing. It’s too much yet not enough. My head falls backwards. Tingles start to cascade from my sex outward going down my body and up through my chest.

It’s not until I’m coming down from my high that I feel his teeth biting into my skin. I’m panting hard, harder than I ever have before this night. It’s like I’ve exerted all my energy. Maybe I have, but I didn’t do a thing.

He withdraws and I whimper.

When I force my head to lean forward, looking at him through the mirror, Shawn is looking at the mark between my neck and shoulder. It’s red and angry.

“Shit.” His eyes close. Remorse? Is that what I saw? “What the fuck?”