Page 53 of Scream For Me
The confusion in his voice throws me. My mouth opens and closes, no words forming. I pull the necklace tighter in my fist. Anger was the first explanation my brain had formed as I walked up the stairs. But now that he’s standing in front of me—I’m not so sure.
His gaze drifts lazily down my body and the air in the room shifts. Electricity settles between us, making the hairs on my arms stand up. His jaw tightens as his eyes reach the slit inmy dress. He flicks his gaze back up to mine, and this time, the heat there makes my pulse stutter.
He walks over to me and presses his hand on my lower back, pulling me against him as his other hand tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. The hardness pressing against my stomach makes my hammering pulse drop from my ears to my core, making it suddenly pulse and ache.
“Little rebel,” he starts, his hand tracing small circles on my back. “You don’t know the restraint it took not to march on stage to you, bend you over your friend’s drum kit, and take you right there in front of every single person in my fucking bar.”
I don’t shrink under the intensity of his gaze despite the wetness I feel against my inner thigh. The whole ‘not wearing underwear’ thing is really backfiring.
“I’m here now,” I say. The confidence I feel falls flat with my words, my body unbearably hot.
Elias grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me towards him, our mouths clashing. The tenderness of our last kiss is gone, replaced by mess and neediness. His tongue probes my mouth as his free hand slides under my dress at the split, noticing my lack of underwear as he fists the soft skin of my hip. My nipples harden at the touch.
“Do you want this, Kat?” he says breathlessly, palming my hip.
Do I want this? Right now, I want nothing more. “Yes,” I pant.
He lets out a small rumble of approval. Letting go of my hair, his hand slides lazily over my shoulder and down my chest, his fingers coming to rest against my hard nipples through my dress. His thumbs trace slow circles around them, the fabric ofmy dress creating delicious friction. Electric shocks shoot right down into my pussy, making my hips roll involuntarily as a small moan escapes.
“So. Fucking. Responsive,” he murmurs, his eyes hooded in lust as he gently pinches both nipples.
My brain clouds over, I can’t think, I can’t speak, but I know his hands aren’t where I need them. I grab each side of his suit and pull his jacket off, marveling at the way his muscles press against the fabric of his shirt. I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.
“Is this what you need?” he purrs, his large fingertips flicking over my achingly tight nipples. “Or do you want more?”
I nod my head in confirmation.
“Use your words, Kat,” he says, lifting his thumbs ever so slightly so there’s only a ghost of a touch.
“M-More. Please.”
He doesn’t waste a second before one hand is spinning me, pinning my back against his chest, and his other is at my thigh, sliding it painfully slowly, higher and higher as I nearly combust at his touch.
I press my ass into his growing hardness, making my pussy throb in anticipation. His hand rides even higher before he runs his index finger over my slit. He sucks in a breath.
“So wet and needy for me already,” he says, peppering kisses against my neck as his index finger ghosts over my clit.
I let out a moan. The sensation is everything I need, yet not enough. But the tiny sensation makes my pussy clench and the livewire inside me coil tighter.
His index finger traces light, lazy circles around my clit. My breathing turns ragged. Every second breath becomes a moan as I roll my hips, chasing the friction I so desperately need. But every inch I grind down, he pulls away the same distance, so I never get that delicious friction my aching pussy craves.
“Need something, little rebel?” he lowers his head so his mouth is directly against my ear, his breath brushing hot and wet against the sensitive spot, making me shiver.
“More… please,” I pant desperately.
The coil tightens in my stomach, but not enough to spring free. He’s keeping me right on the edge, and he knows it. I’m a mess of squirming, panting, and moaning for him. Fuck, I’ve never felt like this. My legs begin to tremble, and he tightens his hold across my abdomen, keeping me upright.
His index finger dips low before slowly pushing into me, my pussy opening and welcoming the intrusion, and I let out a keening moan that I’ve never heard before.
“Look at the way you open for my fingers, such a good girl taking me so well.”
My pussy tightens at the praise, and he lets out a low rumble of approval. He moves in and out slowly before adding another finger, plunging deep, exploring every inch of me. My legs are barely holding me up right now, everything inside me is ready to ignite. Each time my orgasm creeps near, he pulls back just enough to stop it in its tracks, but not enough to stop the pleasure from rolling through me. He ghosts over my g-spot, sending delicious shivers through my body. His breath is hot on my neck as he picks up the pace, slamming into me endlessly. Sounds that I’ve never heard before leave my lips. He curls his fingers in a delicious way as his palm rubs against my clit. I move my hips and grind down shamelessly against his hand,hot, breathy pants exiting my mouth involuntarily as I chase the orgasm that I know is going to wreck me.
“That’s it. Take what you need from me. Soak my fingers like a good. Fucking. Girl.” He punctuates the last three words as he curls his fingers and slams them into me, each time dragging his fingertips over my g-spot.
His free hand twists my nipple, the pain elevating the pleasure as I cry out, my hips shuddering into his hand that is so deep inside me. No one has ever touched me like this, and I don’t think anyone ever will again.
The heat in my belly spreads, and my pussy ripples as he keeps me on the edge. I’m so fucking close.
