Touch Me Not (Manwhore, #1)(61)

Nikoli forced himself to stop, to calm down. She trusted him enough to let him tie her up and to blindfold her. Trusted him to take care of her and not frighten her. He wouldn’t take advantage of that trust. At least not tonight. He’d go to bed with blue balls again, tonight and every night. Miami…well, that might be an entirely different scenario.

He pushed himself up until he was sitting on his knees between her spread legs and simply stared at her, not making a sound. He could hear her breathing, knew she was wondering what he was doing or what he was going to do. A small smile spread across his face as he thought about that. She had to be so nervous, and yet she lay there, waiting. Waiting for his touch, his taste. Simply his.

His.

She was his, and there was no denying that anymore. No matter what happened in the next while, for right now, she was his. He wasn’t going to make it another three weeks, the end of their three month bet. His body couldn’t handle it. He was going to seduce her soon. Truthfully, if he pushed, he could take her now, but he wouldn’t. He wanted her to be completely and utterly lost to his touch, no thoughts but the feelings running through her body.

She moved restlessly, and he refocused on her instead of his thoughts. He laid his hands flat against the insides of her thighs and rubbed them up and down the silkiness of her skin. She always felt so damn soft, like a balm to his callused hands. She let out a low whine, and he increased the pressure, the gentle massage becoming a deeper one. Each time he went up, he got closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, and she shivered every time.

He let one hand slide up her hip and then trace the top of the bit of lace that had been driving him crazy since he’d seen it on her. His hand worked its way down, his index finger pushing down, forcing the fabric between her folds. He loved the sound of her voice as she cried out, loved the wet material that told him how ready she was. He pressed down and rubbed hard circles around her clit.

“Do you like that, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse. God, he needed relief soon or he was going to hurt all night.

“Yesss,” she gasped, her hips pushing up.

Nikoli smiled. The look of desire and lust on her face was enough to almost push him over the edge. He pushed the lace aside and slipped his fingers into her folds. God, she was wet, so wet. Her soft cries when he touched her swollen clit had him putting his own hand down his underwear, and he stroked himself as he stroked the girl bound to the bed, writhing under his touch, spread wide across his thighs.

His thumb switched places with his index finger and he slid a single finger inside her, and a low guttural sound was ripped from her. Fuck, she was so tight. He closed his eyes and thought of sliding inside all that tight heat, her walls surrounding him, holding him in their velvety depths. He groaned and let out a cry of his own.

Her hips were thrusting up, and he made himself focus. If she was a virgin, he would hurt her. It would be so easy to get carried away and push his finger in too deep. She was close. Her thighs were tense, trembling. She was thrashing, moaning.

“Nikoli…I…what…”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he soothed, pushing two fingers inside of her. “Don’t fight this. Just relax and let it happen. Easy, baby, just let go.”

He gripped his cock and stroked hard and fast, his fingers stroking Lily in time to the hand on his cock. He was close himself. God, it felt good, and he wasn’t even inside her. His fingers pressed harder against her clit, he scraped the inside of her walls, and he felt her tense, felt the climax swell inside her, and then he felt it give way, the rush of fluid coating his fingers as Lily screamed and bucked beneath his hand. Nikoli groaned and felt his own climax hit him hard. He cried out her name and fell forward, landing on top of her. It took him a moment to get his breathing under control, but even then he didn’t move. He let her take his weight and reveled in the knowledge he’d made her scream his name. Not Boy Wonder’s, but his name.

Lily could barely catch her breath at the rush of sensations that had just torn through her. Never in her life had she felt anything like that. She still ached a little, but his fingers were still buried inside her. She’d heard him yell out her name, and she loved it. Despite the fact he was too heavy and made breathing difficult, she refused to ask him to move. This felt good, it felt right, and she didn’t want to lose this feeling yet. Didn’t want to lose Nikoli, even though she knew she was going to lose him soon enough.

When Nikoli finally shifted and lifted himself up, Lily dreaded what was coming. He pulled his hand free of her panties, and she whimpered a little. The flesh was still swollen and sensitive. He untied the scarf that served as a blindfold, but she kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to see what was in his eyes. If it was gloating, she couldn’t bear it.

“Open your eyes, Lily.”

She groaned, but did as he asked. His black eyes were hooded and sleepy, but there was no sign of gloating.

“Are you okay, Milaya?” he asked, reaching up to untie her hands. He took them in his and rubbed her wrists gently, first one and then the other.

She nodded, not trusting her voice. He was being so gentle, so kind. How could she not love this man? Not the manwhore everyone else knew, but Nikoli, the man no one else ever really saw. How was she going to survive it when he left?

He pulled her up into a sitting position so she faced him. He cupped her face and leaned in to give her the softest, gentlest kiss he’d ever given her. Lily melted into the kiss. It was so sweet. He had never kissed her like this before, and she savored the feel of it.