Chapter 18 Greer #2
I bite back a groan at the image, though Kai doesn’t bother—his slips out sounding pained, like he’d both love and hate for it to happen.
Honestly? Same. I’ve never wanted to be spanked before, but for Remiel, I’d make an exception.
Not that I’m about to admit that—though from the smug look on his face, I’m pretty sure he already knows.
“Now,” he continues. “Did you have something you wanted to ask me?” When I don’t immediately answer, he puts his lips to my ear. “Or would you rather I have you get on your knees in front of me and make you beg?”
A bead of sweat trickles down my back. Why does this man make me want to do things I have never desired before?
It’s like he’s opening a door in my brain that’s been locked—and not just locked but boarded up and buried.
His fingers that had stopped stroking my skin stay as still as trees before a violent storm.
“I want you to touch me.”
His grip tightens. “I am touching you, Greer.”
Smug asshole, I say internally. I wet my lips. “I want you to take off my top and play with my tits.”
The short breaths that had been coming from Kai cease at my blunt words. Remiel might be in charge right now, but I’m not afraid to ask for what I want.
“Be a good girl, and say please.”
In an effort to keep a bit of my icy defiance, I grind down on his dick and lean forward, my lips a whisper from his. His jaw ticks from the movement, and he bites back a groan. “Please, Remiel. You know you want to.”
The heat of his chuckle ghosts over my lips. “No.”
I pull back. “No?”
“Clothes stay on for now.”
“Then how do you plan to be inside me?”
His muscles go taut, and his dick jerks against my core. He wants to fuck me as much as I want to fuck him. I have no doubt the bulge I’m feeling under me would ruin my pussy in the best way possible.
There’s a roguish spark in his eyes as he glides his palms down my ribs until they rest on the upper swell of my ass. He tugs my body forward as far as it will go, thrusting his hips up as he does.
His erection forces the material of my clothes against my clit.
My head falls back at the incredible sensation, and he slips one hand beneath the waistband of my pants, gripping the band of my underwear and tugging up.
The added pressure nearly makes me come.
I mewl and drop my head forward, my face an inch from his.
“If you want it, that will come later,” he dictates. “But first, Malachi and I want to watch you get off on my thigh.”
“With my clothes on?” I ask, hoping he’s changed his mind.
He clicks his tongue. “If you’re that desperate to get naked, love, I’ll take your top off. I wouldn’t mind watching those pretty tits bounce. Would you like that, Malachi?”
“I would,” he responds quickly.
More arousal pools like liquid heat between my thighs. I’ve never been with a sexual partner as blunt or as cocky as I am. I didn’t expect to like it, but I do. Especially from Remi.
I think we could go tit for tat in any aspect of life, we did earlier when we spoke about his business. He didn’t write me off or call me an Ice Queen; instead, he took me skating. And now we’re here. It’s odd since we only just met, but I feel like he understands me.
“Do you want that, Greer? Want us to admire those pretty tits while you get off on my thigh?”
“Yes,” I answer. Fuck, I really do want it.
I think if I don’t come, I’ll combust right here on his lap, and then I’ll never know what his cock feels like slamming into me—or Kai’s, when the time hopefully comes.
I wonder if Sam will show up. The image of his brooding face passes through my vision but leaves as fast as it came.
“Arms up,” Remiel demands. My arms lift as if the command had been pre-programmed in my body and was just waiting to be activated. He expels a pleased hum that undulates over my skin as he grips the hem of my shirt.
My eyes connect with Kai’s, and he looks like a man who’s been starved of water and needs a drink.
He’s gripping his thighs, the outline of his cock more pronounced than it was before.
I know he’s big—I saw it last night when I peeped him being fucked.
The veins in his neck are bulging from his clenched jaw, and I know he’s doing everything in his power not to touch himself or steal me away from Remi.
It does feel good to have him look but not touch. Not only because of my nightmare but also because he did deny a kiss from me at the bar yesterday. Now he gets to know how I felt, and his lover gets to play.
I know, however, that I won’t be able to resist him indefinitely, especially when he’s looking at me like that. I have just as much chemistry and pull toward him as I do with Remi.
My sweater covers my eyes for a brief moment before it’s off my body and being discarded on the floor.
The air in the room is warm, but my body is warmer.
My skin prickles from the temperature difference, and my bra now hangs on my body, barely covering me.
I shift on Remiel’s lap to remove it, but he stops me with a light swat on my thigh.
“I’ll do it.” He lifts up one of my hands with the seduction skills of a thousand-year-old vampire, green eyes glowing and mischievous. He kisses my fingers and sucks at my wrist, traveling up until he reaches the fallen strap.
My bra is an off-white color, nothing special but also not ugly. It’s one of the best underwire bras money can buy. Remi doesn’t care about that fact, though, and why should he?
I expect him to pull back and remove it with his fingers, but instead, he bites the strap between his teeth. I hold my breath as he slides it down my arm, only dropping it once it’s clear of my hand.
His gaze skims over my now-bare chest, but he doesn’t gawk or stop his task.
He moves to the other arm, picking up my hand and giving it the same attention, kissing and sucking the skin until he removes the strap with his teeth.
It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever done to me, and he hardly touched me.
Not to mention, with Kai watching, everything is hotter.
My skin is on fire, and I want to lay myself out on the couch like a sacrificial offering.
“Do you need to come, love?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. “Please.”
While asking for what I want is normal for me, adding the “please” feels foreign. I don’t beg my partners. But with Remiel and his need for dominance, it already feels natural, and I know it’s what he craves.
His hands sweep back to the undersides of my breasts, brushing his thumb over the skin like before. He has to see the annoyance building in my eyes, but he doesn’t make me ask again. Instead, he takes one of my heavy mounds in his hand and squeezes hard.
My clit thrums, hips rocking forward. I wish I was completely naked, that I could rub myself all over him without the barrier of clothes. It would feel so much better. But I’ll take what I can get.
“You’re stunning.” My belly warms, and with hooded eyes I watch as he lifts one of my breasts to his mouth. His wet tongue darts out and licks the tip of my nipple, the bud hard and strained with arousal.
He sucks it into his mouth, groaning around the skin. He acts as if just having it in his mouth is the key to life.
He sucks harder, drawing more blood to the surface.
My hands fly to his skull, gripping the short strands of his sandy hair.
The soft texture feels nice in my hands, and I dig my fingernails into his scalp.
He groans again, nibbling and sucking at my tit until I nearly scream. Then he switches to the other one.
“Yes! Oh god.”
He pops my nipple from his mouth and looks up at me with wickedness. “Not God,” he chides. “Remiel.”
He pulls his head up, forcing me to loosen my hold on his hair. His lips are a whisper from mine, swollen from his attention to my breasts.
“Hold on to me. I’m going to move us forward so you can get a better angle.”
I grab his shoulders, and he easily moves me, helping me drop my left leg so my shin and foot dangle off the couch and my knee touches Kai’s, no doubt torturing him.
The new position parts me just enough that my clit drags across Remi’s muscular thigh.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning so loud the whole inn can hear.
It’s a reminder that we’re in a public space.
If Kai came upon us, any other guest or the receptionist could walk in.
I should care, but I can’t find it in myself to.
The thought only thrills me, especially if I imagine it would be Sam who finds us, who would watch me come at the hand of one of his lovers while the other watches.
If he knew I was spying last night, I don’t think he’d mind.
“That’s a good girl, love. Are you comfortable?”
I don’t give a shit if I’m comfortable or not; I want to get off. But I don’t say that. Instead, I play the part of his good girl and nod.
One of his hands supports my lower back while the other drags up my stomach and over my swollen nipples.
I pull air into my lungs at the prickling feeling I get from the touch on my sensitive skin.
He doesn’t stop to play this time—instead, he sweeps his large hand up my sternum and over my collarbone until he’s grasping my throat, thumb softly pressed into the space where my chin and neck meet.
The hold is gentle yet firm. It makes me feel safe and more turned on than I ever have in my life. He has complete control over me right now, and to my surprise, I like it.
His hand pulses, testing how much I’ll let him grip. I swallow around the pressure and dip my chin, letting him know I’m okay with what’s happening.
I shift my hips greedily, but he stops me with a firm squeeze to my neck and pressure on my low back.
“What is it?” I ask breathlessly.
“I have two rules.”
“Of course you do.”
He chuckles. “You’ll come only by use of my thigh, no fingers.” He pauses, his eyes so intense and entrancing I swear I’d do anything he asks of me right now. “The second is that you keep your eyes open, even when you come. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then rub that sweet cunt all over me, love.”