Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
VIVIENNE
Which is probably why I put on the tiny white bikini again and went to the pool.
Kor was already in the water when I got there. His eyes flickered over me, lazy with lust and I felt that heat blooming in my belly again.
“Well, hello there,” he murmured, his deep voice echoing slightly in the vast, tiled room. “I was afraid you weren’t coming.”
In fact, I almost hadn’t. Once I put on the bikini again, I was almost overcome with guilt. But I pushed it aside and reminded myself we weren’t breaking any laws. Just letting him look at me wasn’t wrong, was it?
Yes, but he did more than look—you let him touch, too! whispered that guilty little voice in my head and I had a mental image of him cupping my breast and his long fingers sliding against my aching clit.
He didn’t touch me without clothes on, I thought back. I would never let him do that. There’s nothing wrong with letting him feel the fabric of my suit, though.
Not that I was going to do it again. This was going to be a strictly “look but don’t touch” situation, I promised myself.
I took my time getting into the water. It was heated to a steady seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit, but it was still chilly against my skin.
“Ohhh, it’s so cold!” I complained as I lowered myself into the pool.
“Only at first—you’ll get used to it,” Kor promised me.
He swam over, crouching down in the water as he got to the shallow end where I was, so that he was still mostly submerged.
“Here, come out with me. Don’t you want to go swimming?”
“No, no—it’s too cold,” I decided. My nipples were aching from the chilly water, and I was covered in goosebumps. “You go ahead,” I said, stepped up on the pool steps again. “I’m going to lay down under one of the sunlamps to warm up.”
But when I stood all the way out of the water, I heard Kor take in a breath. Looking down, I saw why.
The water had made the white bikini absolutely transparent.
I bit my lips as I saw that I might as well be nude. My nipples were fully visible, and my curls and pussy slit could be seen right through the thin, see-through cloth.
“Oh my,” I murmured, suddenly embarrassed.
“Wow—that’s some bikini,” Kor said, sounding hoarse. “I wonder what other kinds of clothes those people make?”
“Lingerie, I think,” I said, still looking down at myself. “I, uh, need to lay under a sunlamp and dry off, I think.”
“Whatever makes you feel comfortable. I know you said you’re cold,” he murmured. “Would you rather I not look at you while you, er, dry off?”
I considered his offer as I settled in one of the chairs beside the pool—a long lounge chair with a sun lamp positioned over it.
“No…that’s all right,” I told him as I flicked on the lamp. “You can look if you want to.”
“I’d want to look at your beautiful body even if I knew it would make me go blind,” he growled.
“Well, then…” I settled back against the lounge, turned on the sun lamp…and opened my legs. “Go ahead and look.”
I knew I was giving him a good look at my pussy slit and my nipples, but I didn’t mind. Actually, I liked it—loved it, in fact. Loved feeling his eyes on me.
The only thing better would be feeling those big, warm hands and long fingers, I thought. But that would be wrong…wouldn’t it?
Not if he was just touching me through the suit, I thought and before I could stop myself, I said,
“You know, this fabric feels different now that it’s wet.”
“Is that right?” Kor came to sit on the steps of the pool, giving me an interested look.
“Mmm-hmm.” I arched my back, thrusting my breasts up. “You can come and feel it—if you want to.”
“You know I fucking do,” he growled softly. “The question is, do you want me to do it?”
“I wouldn’t offer otherwise, would I?” I asked, giving him a naughty smile and arching my back again as I let my thighs drift wider apart. What had gotten into me? I never acted like this! And yet, I didn’t want to stop. I had never felt more beautiful—or more free—in my life.
“Well, if you’re offering.” Kor came all the way out of the water, and I admired his long, muscular legs as he walked over to me. The wet fabric of his boxers was sticking to him, and I could clearly see the outline of a perfectly enormous cock with a huge knot at the base of it.
The sight gave me a shiver of fear—he was so much bigger than Carter had been! But then I reminded myself that he would never use it on me—that would be breaking the Unbreakable Laws and we couldn’t do that.
Kor sank to his knees beside the lounge chair, the water from his body dripping onto the tile in quiet patters.
His gaze felt like a physical touch, sweeping over me from my damp hair to the arch of my feet, but it lingered in the middle—on the shadowed valley between my breasts…
on the dark pink of my nipples pressing against the sheer fabric…
on the soft swell of my belly, and then lower—to the apex of my thighs where the white cloth clung, transparent and revealing, to my pussy mound.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Vivienne,” he breathed, his voice rough. “It hurts to look at you and not be able to touch you the way I want to. Not be able to taste you.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, pooling low in my belly.
“You…you can touch the suit,” I reminded him, my own voice coming out breathier than I intended. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my damp skin getting warm all over with a blush. “You can feel the fabric. That…that’s all.”
“I know what I’m allowed to do,” he said, his eyes locking with mine. There was a storm in them—lust, frustration, and a tenderness that made my breath catch in my throat. “But that doesn’t stop me from knowing exactly what I want to do.”
“What…what you want to do?” I asked, almost panting with need. “Tell me. Even if you can’t do it, just tell me.”
He reached out, his hand hovering just above my stomach. I could feel the heat radiating from his big palm.
“I want to peel this little wet scrap of nothing off you,” he murmured, his fingers finally making contact, but only with my belly. He spread his hand wide, his thumb stroking a slow, maddening circle just below my navel. “I want to use my teeth. I want to hear the sound it makes when it rips.”
I shuddered, my hips giving a tiny, involuntary lift. I loved the heat of his hands on me—I wanted more, even though I knew it was wrong.
“Then, I’d go further,” he continued, his hand sliding up, so slowly, until his palm was cupping my breast.
He didn’t squeeze, just held its weight in his hand, his thumb brushing back and forth over my stiff nipple and sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
The thin, soaked fabric was no barrier at all—I felt every callus, every gentle, teasing touch.
“What…what would you do next?” I asked, my whole body tingling with need.
“I’d taste you here.” He pinched my tight peak lightly, making me moan. “I’d suck this pretty nipple into my mouth until you begged for more. I’d bite it—just a little, though—just enough to make you gasp.”
“Oh Goddess, Kor,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.
“That’s just the start, sweetheart,” he said, and his voice was hoarse and hungry.
His hand left my breast, trailing a blazing path down my side, over my hip.
“If it wasn’t forbidden, I’d kiss my way down your stomach. I’d spread your thighs wide.”
“You…you would?” I looked at him with wide eyes.
He nodded slowly.
“I would. And then I’d put my mouth on you. I’d lick your sweet little clit until you were shaking. I’d fuck you with my tongue until you came all over my face.”
I couldn’t help feeling a little shocked. I knew that some men did such things for their women, but I knew Carter would never have done it for me—it would have been beneath him.
But Kor didn’t sound like he thought it was beneath him. He sounded hungry for me—hungry to taste me.
His fingers had finally reached the edge of the bikini bottom, tracing the seam where the fabric met my thigh. He didn’t dip beneath it, though—he stayed exactly where the law said he could. But I could feel him wanting more…wishing it wasn’t forbidden.
“And then, when you were wet and open and aching for me,” he growled, his fingers beginning a slow, rhythmic stroking over the fabric covering my mound, the heel of his hand applying a perfect, teasing pressure to my clit, “that’s when I’d finally slide inside you.
” He looked at me. “Would you like that, baby? Would you like to feel my cock in you?”
I nibbled my lower lip.
“I…I never liked it much with Carter,” I admitted in a low voice. “But yes, with you, I think…think I might like it.”
“I’d like it too,” he murmured. “I’d let you watch as I entered you, filling you up nice and slow—taking it easy until you felt ready for more—for my knot.”
I looked at him with wide eyes.
“You’d knot me? That’s definitely breaking—”
“The Unbreakable Laws, I know,” he agreed. “But I’m talking about what I want to do—not that we’d ever do it.”
“No, of…of course not,” I agreed breathlessly. “Go…go on.”
“We’d watch together as your tight little pussy took me—every thick inch,” he growled.
“You’d feel it when my knot swelled to lock us together.
Then I’d fuck you so deep you’d feel me in your throat.
I’d make you come over and over until you couldn’t remember your own name.
Until all you knew was that you were mine. ”
His eyes held mine as he spoke and his words were like a spell. His long fingers slipping up and down the slit of my pussy were exquisite torture, even though he was just touching me over my suit.
The friction was just enough to make my nerves sing, but not enough—never enough—to push me over the edge I was desperately climbing. My back arched off the lounge and soft, pleading sounds fell from my lips. I was right there, teetering on the precipice, my body coiled tight as a spring.
“Please,” I sobbed, not even sure what I was asking for. “Please, Kor, please—I need it.”
“I know, baby,” he murmured, his own breathing ragged, his eyes dark with desire.
He increased the pace of his strokes, his fingers circling relentlessly over the tight button of my clit through the soaked fabric.
“I know exactly what you need. I can feel how hard your little clit is under my fingers. I can feel your pussy trying to clench around something that isn’t there. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes… oh, Goddess, yes…” I moaned.
“I wish I could take these little bikini bottoms off and give you what you want—what you need,” he growled. “But you know I can’t.”
“I know,” I moaned, but my hips were still moving, bucking to the rhythm of his fingers rubbing me.
His hand stilled. Not pulling away, but stopping the motion that was carrying me higher. The sudden cessation was a shock—the peak was right there, shimmering just out of reach. A frustrated, broken cry escaped me.
“Kor, please!” I moaned.
“I can’t,” he repeated, his voice thick with regret and unsated desire.
He leaned down, his lips brushing my forehead in a kiss that was heartbreakingly chaste compared to the hot, dirty things he’d just been telling me.
“The law won’t let me. And I won’t break it for you, Vivienne.
Even though I want to. Even though it’s killing me. ”
The ache between my legs was a throbbing, hollow thing. The pleasure had been wound so tight, and now it had nowhere to go. I felt flushed, desperate, and utterly, painfully unfinished. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, an expression of torment and restraint on his face.
I felt a surge of desire mixed with impatience. He’d brought me to the very brink using only words and the ghost of a touch. He’d shown me a glimpse of a pleasure I was forever denied.
As the sun lamp beat down on my damp, trembling skin, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. I had never wanted anything—or anyone—more in my entire life than Korwyn Jamison.
And I could never have him.