Page 151 of Untying the Knot
I suck in a sharp breath. “I . . . I didn’t have a spare blanket.”
“Liar,” she says, her fingers moving an inch lower. I bite down on my lip, holding in my moan. “Everyone has a spare blanket somewhere, Ryot.” Her voice is seductive now, enticing me, making me believe that maybe there’s a chance she wants more.
I gulp, trying to contain my voice. “Not me,” I answer while I twist a little bit more so I’m teetering between lying on my back and lying on my side.
From my movement, her fingers slide even farther south until they’re right above the base of my cock. From how hard I am, I’m surprised she hasn’t collided with my erection just yet.
“If you were a gentleman, you would have given me the blanket off your bed.” Her fingers toy with my length, just a touch, but that’s all I need.
I twist so I’m all the way on my back now, and she lifts slightly so I can look her in the eyes.
“You already took my snacks. Why would I give you my blanket?”
“Because you thought I was hot and wanted to please me.”
She releases her hand from my briefs, and I nearly whimper from the loss, but then she reaches for the waistband and drags my briefs all the way down my legs. Without a word, I help her until I’m completely free of them. Satisfied, she returns her hand to my cock, which is now stretched up my stomach, and drags her fingernails over the length.
Fuck . . . yes.
Christ, I’m a goner.
I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head from the gentle, exquisite touch. Somewhere in the muddiness of all the wine, I can feel myself trying to communicate that maybe I shouldn’t be doing this, maybe I should stop us and focus on fixing things. But hell . . . there is no way I’m going to be able to make sense of it all, not with her touching me the way she is.
“I was in a bad fucking mood that night, and there was no way I was going to be able to get out of it, even for the hottest girl I’d ever seen.” I wrap my arm around her and drag her shirt up so her bare ass is exposed, and I gently stroke it with my fingers as she strokes me.
“Is that why you followed me on Instagram the next day?”
“Yeah, hopeful that I could stare at your picture on Instagram. But to my dismay, you only posted pictures of drinks.”
She chuckles and presses her palm to my dick before dragging it down to my balls, where she cups them.
“Fuck,” I let out in a desperate tone. That’s it. I can’t avoid what’s happening anymore. “Baby, please don’t tease me.”
“Who’s saying I’m going to tease you?” she asks as she sits up on her knees and faces me. She pushes the blankets, exposing me, and then with her hand that isn’t playing with my balls, she drags it up my torso to my pec, where she starts playing with my nipple.
“Myla,” I groan while I press my hand against her ass.
“I’ve always loved playing around with you, seeing what gets you the hardest. Teasing has been one of them. You love the little touches. You love when I play with the seam of your balls like this.” I groan even louder as I feel my cock stretch again. “And you love when I pinch your nipple. Not many men love that, but you do.” She takes my nipple between her fingers and does exactly what I like.
“Fuck . . . me,” I say as I drape my arm over my eyes, my pelvis lifting to the sky, searching out relief.
“Mmm, I love it when you surrender to me like this. When you hand me the reins for a moment. I know how much you like control in the bedroom, how much you feel the need to control me. When you give in to my touch, it gets me so horny, so wet.”
“You wet right now?”
“You tell me.” She spreads her legs, and I slip my hand under her and feel how soaking she is.
“Myla, fuck, that’s hot.”
“Do you know what’s even hotter?” she asks and then hops off the bed.
“Where . . . where are you going?” I ask her as she fishes through her suitcase and then holds up a bottle of lube. My eyes zero in on it. “Baby . . .” I say softly as she comes closer and removes her shirt, leaving her naked. “Why do you have that?”
“Found it in my suitcase from our last vacation.” She returns to the position she was just in and says, “Spread your legs.”
I know exactly what she wants to do, and I don’t even put up a goddamn fight. I spread my legs and then place my hands behind my head. Smiling, she lubes up her finger and then lifts my cock with her non-lubed hand. She sucks me in past her delicious lips, slips her finger past my balls to my ass, and inserts it slowly.
I moan so loudly that I swear everyone in the hotel can hear me. Her other hand goes back to my nipple, and I’m completely at her mercy. Like a well-oiled machine, she presses up into me while sucking me hard at the same time and twisting my nipple.
