“Easy, Alice.” Something swelled tight in her chest as their gazes held. His fingers lowered, tickling the tender skin just between her thighs and near her sex. Her brittle defenses shattered. She sagged against his hard thighs and awesome erection.
“I didn’t mean to laugh,” he said quietly. “You’re just so …”
“What?”
“Prickly. Sweet.” He forced her thighs to part with a gentle, pressing fist. She gasped as he penetrated her slick slit with his finger. His facial muscles went rigid. “It’s true that I want to fuck you pretty much 24-7,” he said as he pushed his finger in and out of her and she bit her lip at the pressure. “It’s true that I want to do any number of kinky things to you, as you put it. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you,” he told her pointedly, his finger still moving between her thighs.
“You don’t even know me,” she whispered hoarsely, her gaze held captive by his.
“I know more than you think. And what I don’t know, I’m going to discover.”
“Dylan,” she said heatedly because he withdrew his finger and rubbed the extra lubrication into her outer sex with rigorous precision.
“You’re soaking wet.” She moaned shakily, speechless in the face of her desire. Her clit burned deliciously under his finger. His mouth went hard. He lifted his hand and gently pushed at the back of her head, urging her forehead to the soft sheets. “When your mouth isn’t killing me, your eyes are,” he stated harshly. “Keep your head down while I spank you.”
For once, she had no response. She bit her lip in wretched excitement as he caressed her bare ass, leaving a trail of her juices with his finger. He lifted his hand and swatted the bottom curve of both her buttocks.
She moaned uncontrollably at the sharp crack of skin against skin and the brisk impact. His cock leapt against her, sending her excitement up another notch. His spank stung, but quickly transformed to an arousing burn. She squirmed in his lap, agitated and aroused. He placed one hand at the base of her spine, stilling her ass, and spanked her three times in taut succession.
“Stop squirming.” A thrill went through her at his harsh, desire-bitten tone. She stilled with effort. His cock throbbed beneath her. Her bottom burned. His big hand rubbed the tingling skin. She couldn’t muffle her moan of arousal.
“Was it too hard? Because you have to tell me if it was, and I’ll attenuate.”
She merely shook her head, rolling her forehead on the mattress. He ceased stroking her ass for a moment. She almost could feel his focused attention on her.
“You liked it?”
His low voice curled around her like a caress. She made a sound of assent. It was all she could do, biting her lip as hard as she was. It was humiliating to lie in his lap naked like this, exposed and vulnerable while he spanked her bottom. And yet, she’d never been more excited in her life. He lifted his hand. Her blood raced like a flash flood in her veins. Her sex and ass muscles clenched.
He popped her ass several more times with a cupped palm. When she couldn’t stop herself from squirming against his raging erection, he grabbed one ass cheek and squeezed it tight before peppering the captive flesh with spanks.
“Stay still, Alice,” he insisted. He paused, rubbing the globe of punished flesh as if to soothe the sting. It only frothed her excitement more.
“I can’t,” she wailed.
He delved his fingers into the short hair at the back of
her head and forced her to turn her head. In her peripheral vision, she saw him studying her profile narrowly. “Am I hurting you?” he demanded.
“No. I mean … it stings a little, but …”
“What?”
“Don’t stop,” she begged shakily.
He either grunted or cursed, she wasn’t sure which. She never figured it out, either, because his hand was falling, cracking her ass several times, making her burn. Everywhere.
Oh God, what was wrong with her? She’d grown feverish. How could she possibly like this so much?
Distantly, she realized he’d stopped spanking her, although he rubbed her ass with his free hand. She heard the bedside drawer open as if he’d jerked it tautly.
“What are you doing?” she asked shakily.
“Giving you what you deserve.”
Her eyes sprang wide at his grim response. What did she deserve? Something worse than his hand, perhaps? A paddle or whip? Alarmed and curious, she lifted her head and started to twist around. Despite her flash of anxiety, she was also highly aware of the slight dampness at a spot on her upper belly. He was so aroused, so hard, that his desire was seeping through the fabric of his pajama bottoms. She had a sudden urge to gaze down at him, and started to raise herself.
“Put your head down, Alice,” Dylan told her. Something about the edge to his tone made her follow his command. Then he was sliding his left hand between their pressing bodies.