Frisk Me(68)

“Or here?” Her hand slid down, covering the tiny V of the front of her thong.

“Sims.” It was a tortured moan, and Ava gave him a naughty smile as she touched herself through the panties.

“Uh oh,” she said, pulling her hand away and lifting it to his lips. “All wet.”

He licked her fingers, moving his hands.

“Not yet.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Am I?”

This time when she touched herself, her fingers slipped under the lace, and Luc’s breath hitched as she touched herself in tiny, torturous circles.

She could come just like this. Standing before him in sexy lingerie while his eyes devoured her.

But this wasn’t about her.

Slowly, she removed her fingers, moved closer to him, and lifted one foot to the bed, placing the heel of her shoe carefully near his thigh.

“Your turn to touch.”

Luc swore softly, and he wasted no time getting his hand on her, although it wasn’t with the rough urgency that she expected.

Instead, his hand slid along her exposed inner thigh, his eyes watching hers as the edge of his fingers reached her center.

His other hand joined the first, pulling the black lace aside so she was completely exposed to him.

Luc ran one finger over her, tracing her from clit down to her damp opening and then back again.

This time, it was Ava’s turn to moan. Ava’s turn to be tortured.

He smiled evilly as he repeated the light, teasing motion. Ava knew he wanted her to beg, but this was her game, and she refused to give in.

His finger moved again, this time lingering on her clit, circling once before moving downward.

Ava bit her lip. Do not beg. Do. Not. Beg.

He slid a long finger inside her, and her breath hitched as she leaned forward, her hair covering both of them. A second finger joined the first, sliding in and out of her with perfect friction.

“Like this, Sims?”

She nodded, and he thrust his fingers again, a little harder this time. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

He dipped his head, his lips finding the smooth skin on the inside of her thigh.

He nipped her gently as his fingers continued their slow in-and-out torture.

He turned his head slightly, moving his mouth ever closer to her center, and her fingers slid from shoulders to his hair as he traced his tongue along her thigh.

His hand disappeared then, and Ava nearly wailed at the loss, glaring down at his smirking face.

“You played with fire, Sims. You don’t tease a man like that and not pay the price.”

“What price—”

He licked her. One silky lap of his tongue over her slit.

Ava’s knees buckled, but the hand that wasn’t holding her panties to the side grabbed her ass, holding her to him as he licked her again, longer this time, letting his tongue explore.

Luc ate her with gentle laps, seeming to know when to tease and when to suck, and she could do little more than fist his hair and hold on as he took her to the edge in record time.

“Wait,” she said on a gasp, trying to tug him away. “I—”

His palm moved her closer, pinning her to his mouth as he caught her clit in his mouth, circling with his tongue once, twice— She was gone.

She came in harsh, breathy pants against his mouth, hips bucking wantonly against him.

When the aftershocks subsided, he gently slid her panties back into place, leaning back slightly to look up at her face. She was expecting male triumph, but saw only a fierce want that matched her own. Whatever they had, it wasn’t typical sexual attraction.

It was something deeper.

Darker.

She touched her fingers briefly to his glistening mouth before moving her stiletto-ed foot back to the ground.

Ava dropped to her knees, making room for herself between his legs as she inched forward.

Her fingers made quick work of the buttons of his jeans.

“Sims, you don’t have—”

He broke off as her quick maneuvering of his boxers freed his erection. Her hand fisted over him, and he swore.

She meant to tease him like he’d teased her, but then she remembered his expression when she’d first come in the door.

This was a man who wanted to get lost.

Needed it.

So without preamble or teasing, she leaned forward, taking him in her mouth.

Luc gasped, his hands pulling her long hair back so that he could watch her mouth on him. Ava let his responses guide her, looking to make it last for him. She slowed down when his fingers tightened, teased when his breathing grew faster.

When she lifted her eyes to his, watched him watching her as she gave him head, he whispered her name in reverent want.

When he was close to the brink, he pulled her hair firmly back, and she let him. He scooped her up onto the bed with him, pushing her flat on her back as he shoved his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh.

They couldn’t wait. Not to remove his pants, not to discard her panties.

He pulled the black triangle of her thong aside once more, but this time it was to make room for his cock, still damp from her mouth.

This first thrust was hard, and she gasped. The second was harder, and she moved her hands above her head to hang on to the headboard.

“Fuck, Sims.”

Fuck was exactly what they did, his body pounding hers in rough, deliberate strokes. The fabric of his jeans chafed at the inside of her thighs, the buttons of his shirt rasping against her bare stomach, but it was perfect.