Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(51)
“Like what you see?” Damn, this man was a mind-reader.
Lazily I smiled up at him as he moved closer to the bed. “Hell yeah.”
“Well, it’s time to get ready for our night out. I can’t wait to see you in your new dress.” He kissed me on the forehead then walked the dressing room.
I couldn’t believe he didn’t want me to show his cock some love. Rolling off the bed, I followed him and slid my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on his back. He smelt so good and fresh that his manly scent made my head spin. Being brave, I slid my hands down his hard washboard abs, feeling every ripple along the way, until I eventually cupped his balls and squeezed.
I can’t believe I’m the one doing this.
My sexual appetite was getting more ravenous by the day.
Laughing, he took both my hands in his, removed them from him and pressed them against his chest. His heart thumped against my palms.
“Babe, never start something you can’t finish. If you want to go out tonight, I suggest you get your sexy arse in the shower before I change my mind and cancel our date night. I’m happy to stay here and f*ck you all night long, but I have good intentions and I’m trying my f*cking best to stick to them.”
He spun around and cupped my face in his palms. The feral lust I saw in his eyes warned me that he was serious. He sucked on my lower lip and kissed me hard.
“Your choice, baby. If you start this, it’s going to end with me ravishing you over and over and all you’ll see tonight will be this apartment . . . from every angle.”
Dizzy, I shook my head. As tempted as I was, I really wanted to wear that beautiful dress for him. It wasn’t lost on me that he’d called it a date and I wasn’t missing that for anything. Not even the mind-blowing sex he was promising. That could come later.
“No, I’ll go shower.”
Smirking, he slapped my arse hard. “That’s for being a tease. I’m going to have a hell of a time calming my cock down now thanks to you.”
“I was just testing you,” I answered with a throaty laugh.
“That’s dangerous, sweetheart. I’m trying to keep my dick in my pants, don’t make it impossible.” Grabbing me by the wrist, he stopped me from walking away. He pressed his lips into my shoulder and I could feel him breathing hard. “Consider yourself warned. Your * is going to get a serious workout tonight, that I can promise you.”
Smart man.
Clenching my thighs together, I squirmed with anticipation. He was doing this on damn purpose, creating sexual tension of such magnitude that we’d be ripping one another’s clothes off by the end of the night.
I couldn’t f*cking wait.
21: Grayson
Fuck if I didn’t nearly lose control there and then. But I didn’t want to ruin the night I had planned so carefully. So far we’d had a wonderful day and I was going all out tonight.
It was a game. Dressing up so that we’d entice one another, drive the other into a frenzy, wild with lust and desire until we couldn’t stand it any longer. It was an ancient ritual, and one that lead to the best damn sex imaginable. I wanted to end the night on an unbelievable high—one neither of us would ever forget, no matter what.
When Layla stepped out of the bathroom wrapped only in a white fluffy towel, I gritted my teeth with determination. Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan. Taking her by the hand, I led her to the bed.
“Lie down, baby,” I commanded.
She licked over her lips as she leaned backwards until her back rested on the bed. The towel slipping down and exposing her pink nipples causing me to groan as my dick throbbed in my pants. Fuck if this wasn’t going to be so much harder than I had anticipated. Theory was always so much easier than reality.
I wanted to suck a nipple and roll the other between my fingertips. But instead I reached into my pants pocket as I stood over her trembling body.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
Her eyes widened but she didn’t hesitate in doing as instructed. I swallowed hard as I took in the sight of her glistening *.
She gave me a shy smile. She was so f*cking adorable that I just wanted to kiss the f*ck out of her. Fighting for control, I cleared my throat.
“I have these Ben Wa balls that I’m going to put inside you. You’ll wear them all night long and every time you move, you’ll know that’s where my cock will be later.”
I opened my palm to show her the two pink balls I’d purchased specially for tonight. This was going to be fun. Slipping a finger between her legs, I tested her wetness before then spreading her arousal around to lubricate her. Layla groaned while biting her lip.
Arching her back, she tried for more contact, but I wasn’t giving in. This was a sweet torture for both of us, teasing on a whole new level. And it was sexy as f*ck, knowing that she would have the balls inside her until I could get my cock in there. I gently guided the balls inside her, all the while watching her face. Her eyes softened and glazed over with lust. If she kept looking at me like that I certainly wasn’t going to last the evening.
Tempted as f*ck to taste her juices on my fingers, but purposely denying myself, I held out my hand to her instead. “Clean my fingers. Taste yourself.”
Her eyes widened a fraction, but she opened her mouth all the while keeping her gaze locked with mine. She sucked my fingers with such enthusiasm that I felt the sensation all the way to my dick, making it jump.