Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret #7)(24)
Author: Olivia Cunning

“I honestly don’t know how it could get any worse.”

“He put some tingly lube on my butt and rubbed me there until I thought surely he was going to take me in the ass, and then he rolled over and fell asleep.”

Adam looked highly affronted. “That bastard!”

She snorted on a laugh.

“Did you disobey him and clean it off?”

She shook her head. “No, but it stopped tingling after a while.”

“So it didn’t keep you awake all night thinking about being taken from behind?”

“Not all night,” she admitted. “But it’s still slippery and wet back there, which is pretty distracting.”

“Ah, poor thing,” he said with a wicked grin. “I’m surprised you got any sleep at all.”

So was she, to be honest. “How did you sleep?” she asked.

“Quite well between dreaming about eating pussy and sucking on tits all night.”

“You sure you were dreaming?”

“I must have been, because I woke up horny.”

“I think we should do something about that,” she said, releasing the sheet she was gripping and reaching for the cock resting against her shaved mound.

He caught her wrist. “I think we should head out and explore the city. New Orleans is one of my favorite places. I’d like to share it with you.”

“We should probably stay in bed all day,” she said. “I’m sure to embarrass you by dry humping your leg in public at some point today.”

He laughed. “That wouldn’t embarrass me in the least. But if we stay in bed all day, I won’t make it until tonight. I’ll have to have you.”

“Now I really don’t want to get out of this bed,” she said.

“Suit yourself,” he said and leaned over to kiss her lips. He then climbed from the bed and tossed open the light-blocking curtains.

Silhouetted by the morning sunshine, he stretched his arms over his head, lengthening his back and drawing her eyes to his firm ass, trim waist, and broad shoulders. He truly was a beautiful man. She groaned in torment, her hand sneaking between her thighs, because she couldn’t take the lack of fulfillment for another moment.

He glanced at her over his shoulder and caught her doing exactly what she’d promised she wouldn’t.

He turned, and her mouth watered at the sight of his stiff cock. That was what she really wanted. Not her own hand. It wasn’t a satisfactory substitute by any stretch of the imagination.

“Adam,” she whispered.

He crossed his arms over his well-cut chest, his toned abs tight, as if he’d just been doing crunches. “I guess I’ll watch you get yourself off before I head out for the day,” he said. “Carry on.”

“But I want you,” she insisted, massaging her clit in slow circles, which made her dripping wet but wouldn’t get her off. She really did want him to take her to nirvana. It wasn’t half so spectacular when she took herself there.

“Are you finished?” he asked. “I’ll call Tony and tell him you don’t want to be the guest of honor at the club tonight after all.”

Her hand went still. “Guest of honor?”

“Yeah. Why do you think I’ve been working so hard to prepare you for this? But he’ll understand. I warned him in advance that you’re not very adventurous. And he said he had confidence in my ability engage in acts neither of us thought we were capable of. I guess his faith was misplaced.”

She knew he was manipulating her to get her to behave a certain way, but as a horny-as-fuck and intensely curious woman, she didn’t care.

“I can be adventurous.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

“Don’t wear any panties under your skirt today.”

Her pussy twitched at the very idea. “Why? Are you going to fuck me up against the wall in some secluded alley?” She certainly hoped so.

“Not today,” he said. “But I am going to keep that pussy needy and wet all day.”

“Then I’d better put in a tampon.”

He scowled. “You aren’t supposed to start your period, are you?”

She shook her head. “As wet as you make my pussy, I’ll have cum dripping down the insides of my thighs if I don’t have on panties to stop it.”

She was trying to get a rise out of him—and admittedly his cock was still fully risen—but he only nodded. “Good. I like it that way.”

He turned and headed for the bathroom. Either he trusted her not to break her promise or he’d left his phone in there and would call Tony immediately and cancel their appearance in the club. Then she eyed his phone on the nightstand and smiled. He trusted her. That was a big deal for him.

She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to take his teasing all day, but she did want to see what had him so willing to delay their gratification. She heard the shower kick on and an instant later Adam’s loud yelp. She leapt from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom to find him shivering under a stream of water.

“Are you okay? Why did you yell?”

“I wasn’t prepared for a cold shower to be so fucking cold,” he said, his crooked grin doing fluttery things to her heart.

“I should probably join you in there.”

He yanked the shower curtain closed. “Oh no you don’t. If you join me, I’ll never get my dick soft enough to fit into my pants.”

She grinned. Now there was a challenge she was up for.

Her attempts to get him worked up were successful, but only furthered her own delicious misery. By the time they made it out of the hotel room, it was well after ten and they’d both decided it was best if she wore panties. A chastity belt would have served them even better.

“We’re doing the tourist thing in the French Quarter,” Adam informed her.

She couldn’t help but be disappointed when they climbed into a taxi.

“We aren’t taking the bike today?” she asked. The powerful machine had already grown on her, and she’d been looking forward to pressing herself up against Adam’s firm backside while they explored the city. And all that vibration between her thighs . . . She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

“Not with you in a skirt.”

“I could change into my leather.”

He released a breathy half laugh. “I have zero chance of success if you put those leather pants back on.”

“Success at what?”

“Keeping my dick in my pants.”