009: let me kiss you, pretty

Allera's POV

I pause. Mere centimetres away from his lips. Our breaths tangle, the air between us slowing to a halt. One tilt of my head, and our lips would crash into each other. His lips look so perfect and soft.

No. I can't do it.

Leaning my head back, I loosen my grip around his head. "I'll take you up on your offer. Let's make him jealous."

His eyes track up to mine, then lower to my lips, and they flash with ravenous, impatient greed. "Fine. Can I kiss you now?"

I shake my head. "No. That's our one rule in this arrangement. Absolutely no kissing."

He groans, a deep sound full of something I can't name. Before I can blink, his hands are on me.

There's no gentle lead-up. One moment I'm standing my ground, the next his palms, huge, calloused, and unfairly strong, are splayed against my ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. With a single, effortless motion, he lifts me.

My feet leave the floor so easily it's disorienting, a gasp tearing from my lungs as he carries me a few steps to the nearest wall and pins me against it.

My back meets the cool plaster, but the heat of him was everywhere, surrounding me, overwhelming me, coiled around me like a snake.

"D-Devon...put me down,"

"Why won't you kiss me?" He asks, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Are you saving your lips for your husband?"

"No," I gasp helplessly, grabbing onto his shoulders for dear support. It's a strange feeling, suspended in the air held up only by his body. "I don't kiss lying lips."

His hand on my ribcage moves, his thumb rolling a harsh circle over my nipple. I suck in a sharp breath, biting my tongue so I don't make a sound. "But you fuck lying cocks?"

"Depends." I glance down at the tent in his pants. "Is it good enough?"

His movements still. Something close to surprise fills his eyes. "I'm going to have so much fun with you, pretty."

"Make it worth my time."

He rolls his hips, a ruthless grind that makes me jolt, my grip on his shoulders tightening. The hard ridge of his cock, already straining against his jeans, pressed insistently against the my dampening centre.

Fuck, that feels good. The whole thrill of this, letting a stranger pin my against the wall with my husband probably in the same environment.

"You're soaked," Devon chuckles, his voice carrying a hint of teasing. His lips find my pulse, the tip of his tongue flicking over my skin. "Naughty."

"Like hell you're any better." My eyes move to the door a few feet away. "D-Devon...someone could walk in,"

"Have you ever used a safe word before?"

It takes a few seconds for my brain to recalibrate enough to answer the question. "Um...no,"

"Pick one."

"Why?"

"In case you ever want to stop. Inside, where it's just the both of us, or out there."

I stare into his eyes, the hues of gray dancing behind them. He's serious.

I play it off, chuckling and hoisting myself up, leaning in close to his face. "Why? Are you planning to ravage me? You'll have your wicked way with me, huh? Tie me up and make me scream your name for hours?"

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea. I wonder what you'll sound like fucked dumb on my cock. I bet you scream pretty."

My face heats, my grip stuttering for a second. He catches me, pulling me off the wall. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, scared that I'd fall. It doesn't look like I will, his grip is solid, and he's not even bothered...his gaze burning holes into my head.

Now I can't unsee it.

My eyes move over his shoulders, landing on the bed not far from us.

I imagine him throwing me on it, ripping this cute dress off and manhandling my body into any position he desires.

He notices my wandering eyes. "Oh, straight to the point are we?"

The next thing I know, he carries me over to the bed and throws me down on it, the force causing my body to bounce. I twist around, in an attempt to scramble away. He grabs my shoulders and forces me on my back, his arms caging me in, his body hovering over mine.

"Devon!"

"Pick a safe word, pretty."

I huff, trying to ignore the delicious sparks skirting through my veins, or the way my pussy is clenching so hard it's practically painful. Or the way I'm anticipating his touch.

I have officially lost my mind.

"Idiot." I mumble. "That's my safe word."

His eyes flash with danger. "Somehow I feel insulted." He purrs, leaning back on his hunches, his eyes drinking in the sight of my body. "Touch yourself."

I stop breathing.

No way. No freaking way did I hear him right!

"What?" My voice comes out a breathless squeak.

"You heard me, Allera. Do I need to explain it to you?"

I'm sure the colour of my face can put a tomato to shame. "Of course not! I know what it means it's just...I—I can't..."

"Are you a virgin?"

I grab the closest pillow and chuck it at his head. He catches it, tossing it to the side.

"Have you never touched yourself before?"

I turn my face to the side, chewing on my lower lip. My hands clench at my sides, grabbing fistfuls of the cool sheets. My body is abuzz with excitement, and Devon's heated gaze on my body makes the flames fan harder.

The bed dips as Devon moves closer. He takes my hand, his grip firm and commanding, bringing it down to my lower stomach.

"It's okay, pretty. I don't mind guiding you." His voice resonates in my ear, making me draw in a sharp inhale. "I've got you."

His words make me feel some type of way as he guides my hand, hiking the skirt of my gown up, my fingers grazing the waistband of my panties.

My body jolts, the feather like touch sending mini zaps of current through my body. "Ohh..."

"We've barely even started," Devon says in a thick, heavy voice that betrays his desire.

I turn my head slightly to get a look at him. Our noses brush each other, and I realize how close we are. His eyes are laser focused on my lips, filled with hunger.

"Fuck," he curses. "I want to kiss you, pretty."

I want to kiss him too..."I—" I start to say.

The door bursts open. "You son of a bitch." Someone sighs from the doorway. "At least do this in your room! Or lock the door! Dammit."

Alarm shoots through me. I turn to the door to see a tall, dark haired man standing there. He glances at me, then Devon, then at our position and he sighs.

I shove at Devon, pushing his chest and arms, he doesn't even budge. My heart starts racing, sweat dotting my brow.

Devon doesn't make any move to get off me. "Are you done?" He asks the man. "You can leave now."

Someone saw us.

Someone saw us!

Someone fucking saw us!