Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, #3)(83)

“Says the woman who has her dripping cunt on display for my personal torture.”

I spread my legs wider, earning another pained grunt from him. Cal leans forward and blows against the tip of my other nipple in retribution.

My back bows, my chest inching closer to his mouth.

His deep chuckle makes goose bumps explode across my skin. “Just say the words and I’ll take over.”

“No.” I try to sound strong, but my answer comes out like a broken whisper.

“Are you sure?” Cal’s breathing grows heavier. “Because I’d love take you into my mouth until you’re writhing beneath me, with your back arched and your pussy grinding against my thigh, soaking it with your need.”

I can picture it vividly. Cal would press his knee into me, encouraging me to prove how much I want him by seeking my own release on his thigh. He always liked making me work for my pleasure. The gentleness he usually shows me outside of the bedroom would be gone, replaced by a wildness he keeps on a tight leash.

I hope you know what you’re doing.

The more I’m reminded of our connection, the stronger my doubt grows.

Regret this later.

My lower half throbs with the need for more. I grab the vibrator only to have it stolen right out of my hands.

“Use your hand first.” He slides off the bed, walking around the end before lying between my legs.

Fuck.

I tease my clit and drag my hand back and forth from my entrance, using my arousal to my advantage.

My finger dips inside, pumping slowly.

“Show how me much you want me.” He watches with the utmost fascination as I lift my finger. It shines under the moonlight peeking through the blinds. The vibrator slips from his hand, completely abandoned as he focuses on me.

“Another.”

I follow his command, my body shaking as I slip a second finger inside, soaking it to the knuckle as I slowly push in and out. I’ve never been able to turn myself on this much. Cal’s presence works like an aphrodisiac, turning me into a whimpering mess at his command.

The muscles in my stomach contract with each thrust of my fingers.

“Let me taste you.” His voice cracks, the wildness in his gaze splitting my heart in two.

“No.” I state it firmly—for him and for myself.

He drops his head against the mattress and groans.

I grin as I reach for the vibrator again, only to have Cal hold it hostage against his chest.

“Hand it over.” I wiggle my fingers.

“You said I couldn’t touch you, but you never said anything about me using your toy.” He presses the button, and the hum fills the room.

“Wha—” My protest is cut off by Cal pressing the warm vibrating end against my clit.

My back arches, pleasure spreading through my body like a tidal wave.

“You’re a cheat,” I moan as he slides the tip inside of me, soaking it before returning it back to my clit.

He repeats the same motion over and over, collecting my arousal before teasing my clit. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

Like I stand a chance of doing that now that he retook control and turned me into a mindless mess. My frustration grows as I chase my orgasm, only to have it denied every single time.

I clutch on to the sheet beneath me and grunt. My skin has a slight sheen to it from the sweat dampening it.

He tsks as I attempt to snag the vibrator away again. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” I say between gritted teeth.

“Then let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Pity then. Let me know when you’re ready to accept defeat.” He shuts off the vibrator before inserting the tip inside me. His thrusts are deliberately shallow, barely scratching the itch. If anything, it makes the pulsing worse.

I moan. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you need me.”

My lips remain clamped together. His condescending chuckle makes me want to rage. He turns the vibrator on to the lowest setting to take the edge off, and I melt further into the mattress.

“All this could be over if you just surrender.” He lowers himself until his face is inches away from my pussy and blows against my swollen clit.

For fuck’s sake.

“If you don’t make me come in the next minute, I’ll shove that vibrator straight up your ass and finish this myself.”

He winks. “I’m down if you are, so long as you let me come afterward.”

“I hate you,” I grind out as he shoves the vibrator deeper.

“No. You hate how I make you feel.” He removes the vibrator and wipes away my essence with a few strokes of his tongue. The way he shuts his eyes in reverence pushes me over the edge.

“Please touch me.” The words come out strained, matching the way my heart feels like it is being pulled apart at the seams.

You’re the one who wanted this.

With quick abandon, Cal ditches the vibrator and spreads my legs wider to accommodate his body. He kisses his way up and down each of my thighs, taking his sweet time. The brush of his soft lips against my flesh is too much. I lift my hips to remind him of what I want, only to be met with the scrape of his stubbled cheek against my thigh.

I dig my fingers into his hair and drag his head to my dripping center. “Enough teasing. Either fuck me or fuck off.”