Pre-Game #2
“That’s how we know it’s getting good,” Phillip quipped, much too close already and pushing me back with every step. “But if I had it my way, I’ll be the only one removing them.” The heat in his voice was warning enough.
I regained my cool and took several retreating steps, until there was nowhere left to go.
Then I molded myself against the wall. “That’s a bit presumptuous.
It’s my birthday. Don’t I get to decide what we do or don’t do?
” I’d asked him with all the confidence befitting my usual self, but inside I was a quaking mess.
Inside, I wanted nothing more than for him to ravish me.
Phillip caged me in with his arms, humming. “Dressed like that, you’d be lucky to leave at all tonight.”
My heart thundered, and my breathing stalled out. “You made me wear this.”
“For a reason,” Phillip clapped back smoothly.
Damn him for looking so good doing it, too.
“And that reason is?”
The Austrian’s blue eyes glinted before his mouth teased mine open, his tongue dipping in just enough to get mine to respond before disappearing. “You’ll see.”
I blinked away the lust and quietly struggled to find a clever snap-back. “Whatever you say, boss.”
“I prefer Daddy,” he snarked hoarsely. “Just has a better ring to it.”
“Again, no one says that.”
Phillip’s hand caressed my throat again, his other arm still propped up against the wall. “But a little pre-game couldn’t hurt before we leave.”
Pre-game? I was about to ask, but Phillip’s knee sunk into the space between my legs and rubbed high enough to get a moan out of me. I grew rigid and stubbornly fought myself even when I yearned for it more than words could describe.
“Do that and we’re going nowhere,” I promised in a low, raspy voice. “I know better than anyone you take hours to be done.”
“Me?” The Austrian’s laughter tickled my lips as he dropped kisses on them.
“Pretty sure that’s you.” His hand slipped down my throat to my chest, dragging the fabric lower.
“You’re more of a beast than I am, and that’s saying something.
I can never do too much, and every time we finish, you’re always ready to go again. ”
He wasn’t wrong. I hated that I couldn’t argue he was.
Phillip’s lips traced a senseless path over my neck, and I sucked in a breath as the sensation of it nearly made me cling to him.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he finished, jerking my collar down and mouthing the mound of my breast. “I find it damn near irresistible.” The Hunter’s tongue dipped into my cleavage and I moaned.
“Makes me want to fuck you until all you know how to say is my name.”
My head knocked back into plaster when the man dropped to his knees and dragged the skirt of my dress up milky thighs. His mouth followed its ascent, tongue tasting my sensitive flesh until I was fully exposed to him in nothing but black lace and dagger holsters.
Phillip’s luminous eyes flicked up, his hands already spreading my legs apart. “Can’t think of a better way to celebrate but to have dessert before dinner, hmm?”
My chest rose and fell with effort, breathing both useless and somehow completely necessary all in a single moment.
His fingers teased my thighs further apart, and then it was nothing but pleasure as Phillip licked me over lace and slipped his tongue around it to taste where I was already wet for him.
Moving closer, Phillip led one of my legs over his shoulder with one hand and pulled the fabric obstructing his mouth with the other.
I didn’t say anything, just let him do whatever he wanted.
Because, truth be told, I wanted it, too.
Moistening my lips before biting the lower one, my hips rolled to meet every swipe of his wicked tongue. “Phil.”
“That’s it, pet. Give in just like that.” Gripping my thigh, Phillip licked and sucked hard enough to suggest he was enjoying every second of it. His mouth was everywhere, his fingers penetrating me until they couldn’t go any farther, and it was sensation overload.
He’s way too good at this.
I didn’t even bother to contain my moans.
The pleasure was too good, too powerful, too overwhelming, and I didn’t stand a chance against it.
Phillip knew just where to lick and thrust to assure my compliance and subservience.
Every flick of my clit was a reawakening and struggle to breathe.
Every move meant to break down any remaining resistance. Not that there was anything left.
I was all his.
Taking hold of his head, I swiveled my hips and gave into the pleasure of his mouth. I surrendered to the tight tension in my waist, chasing it, seeking the peak. And when I finally came, bursts of white dotted my vision, and I had to blink several times to dispel them. “Fuck!”
Phillip chuckled huskily, sucking again and forcing me to bend over to fight the overstimulation. He held me prisoner to it for another few seconds before pulling away and wiping his mouth with his fingers. Then he licked the moisture away when our eyes met.
Dragging the other Hunter by the vest, I brought Phillip to his feet and our mouths met in desperation. It was my every intention to make him finish what he started. But to my eternal dismay, Phillip locked hands on my face and kept me pinned to the wall, forcing our kiss to end.
“Not yet. We’ve got places to go tonight,” he whispered, clearly fighting himself.
I licked my lips, tasting myself, and dropped eyes to where his pants were tented.
“Like that?” His husky laughter rang out, but I ignored it.
Instead, I reached for him and palmed the hard tent of his pants.
Phillip’s eyes instantly closed, probably not expecting me to be so forward, and he groaned low in his throat.
“Seems a bit troublesome to walk around with this rubbing inside your pants,” I joked, feeling powerful with a man like Phil succumbing to my touch.
Now I get why he does it.
“V,” he breathed my name, eyes opening with heat. “Later.”
I didn’t stop and continued to palm him over his pants. “Don’t tell me you’re really taking me to a sex party this time? I’ll walk out, Phil. I’m not joking. I’ll leave you there.”
The Hunter pinned the arm I used to touch him between our bodies, his hungry mouth working over mine with every intention to consume.
Then he retreated, out of reach again, and frustratingly kept space between us.
Gathering his bag and mine, Phillip threw my purse over his shoulder like it belonged there.
“I don’t share,” was all he said before exiting our room, half-mast and not the least bit worried about it.