“Ask nicely.” His voice came out low.
My pride flickered. I wanted to knock the smirk off his face. But the ache between my legs was louder. “Please....”
He released my wrists only to peel my shirt up and off. His mouth trailed from my collarbone down to the swell of each breast, then the tight peak he sucked until I arched. His fingers worked the buttons on my shorts open, then slid inside.
He found my slick heat and started to draw slow circles around my most sensitive spot. I was gasping his name. And just like that... he pulled back, leaving me feeling empty.
“Again,” he murmured against my n****e. “Tell me what you want.”
I rocked against his hand, wet and throbbing. “Touch me. Inside. Please, Alexander.”
Satisfied, he sank two fingers deep, curling just right, his thumb steady
