The Bet: A Bully Romance(39)

I nod my head furiously, not even worrying how eager I must look.

“With what? My tongue, or my fingers?”

Oh god, I didn’t think it would get this far. Swallowing, I wonder for a moment why he didn’t say cock, then again, I’m sure he knows I’m not ready for that.

“Your fingers,” I croak. As soon as the words pass my lips, he’s flipping us, my back lands against the mattress where he was just laying moments ago.

Goosebumps break out over my body, watching as he lets go of whatever was holding him back from devouring me. His hands shake as he pushes my shirt up, peppering my belly with wet kisses. I can’t help myself, the sensations rushing through me are unlike anything I’ve felt before and I start to squirm against the bed sheets. As if he knows my body better than even I do, his deft fingers start to pluck gently at one of my hardened nipples.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip to suppress the moan that wants to rip from my throat. He continues his assault against my breasts until I’m nothing but a withering mess, my thighs spread, and my center burning hot with need.

“Shit. I bet I could make you come just from playing with your tits,” he says, giving me a cheeky grin, and I wouldn't bet against that, ‘cause I’m pretty sure he could too.

When he pulls away, I whimper, wanting more of him and damn near sigh when I feel him sliding my lace panties to the side with nimble fingers. His touch is gentle, a caress against the silky smooth skin.

“If you want me to stop, you need to say so now.”

The tension in his body and deepness of his voice tells me he’s barely restrained, close to the edge, but I don’t care I’m so consumed with need, my body burning up, that I couldn’t ever imagine telling him to stop.

“If you stop, I might explode. So don’t you dare stop,” I warn with a smile.

My response causes his gaze to darken, and before I can say or think anything else, he starts his assault on my pussy, rubbing small circles over my swollen clit.

Oh god.

I can’t hold in the moan of pleasure any longer, and it releases from deep inside me, vibrating through my core.

“Ahhhh…” It’s loud, louder than I intended it to be and my cheeks pinken.

“Shhh, my dad is down the hall,” Rem snickers before shutting me up with his lips on mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue entering my mouth as soon as I part my lips, all the while he continues to dance over my center with his fingers.

My folds are slick with arousal, and I can feel how easily his thick fingers move over me and it only makes me crave him more.

His finger slides down my slit once again, the friction against my clit almost too much, as he finds my entrance. He slides into my slippery channel with ease, his thick finger coated with my arousal. He doesn’t move, giving me a moment to adjust to his finger. This is how I’ve always imagined it would be.

No rush, no hate or anger.

Just need, pure need.

“So tight, so ready for me.”

“Yes,” I answer, my chest heaving, one of my hands gripping onto his arm just to feel him. I watch him through hooded eyes as he watches his finger as he starts to move in and out of me with deep, steady thrusts.

“You going to come for me? Squeeze my finger like I know you want to squeeze my cock.”

Is that even a question right now? All I can feel is him, his body, his soul, owning every part of me. My legs spread wider, giving him more room to claim me and his heated gaze lifts to my face.

I lift my hips out of reflex, needing more, just a tiny bit more, that’s all I want.

All I need.

“Rem…” I moan, and as if he knows just what I need, he adds a second finger, scissoring them deep inside me. He does this a few more times, his fingers finding this sweet spot at the top of my pussy, a spot that sends me crashing over the edge and into straight oblivion.

“Fuck me, Jules…my cock’s so envious of my fingers right now. I want to be inside you, feeling your pussy tighten around me, milking my cock.” I can barely hear him over the blood rushing in my ears and then everything falls apart. I start to clench around his fingers, my body suspended in time as waves of pleasure caress every inch of me.

“Mmm…” is all I can muster up as he gently withdraws his fingers and brings them to his lips. My arousal, my release coating his thick digits.

“I've fingered you, and next I'll feast on you, dipping my tongue in and out of your tightness until you fall apart, then I'll make you mine in every way just as I imagined I always would. There won’t be an inch of you that I haven’t tasted, touched, or caressed.”

His confession terrifies me a little, okay, maybe a lot. He can't possibly mean that, can he? He doesn't want me. Does he? The question I just asked myself gets lost somewhere in my mind when he places those two thick digits into his mouth and sucks my release right off of them.

Holy hell.

His eyes close briefly and a deep moan rumbles from within his chest.

“You know we can't be friends, Jules.”

I blink, hurt and confused. “What? Why?”

A grin spreads across his lips and he leans forward, his taut body pressing me farther into the mattress. He’s all man, owning me, possessing me.

“Because we were never just friends. It was always something more, even if you didn't want to see it, even if you were afraid it was always going to be more than friendship. We were never meant to be friends. We were always meant to be lovers.”