Strings and Schemes

Chapter 26

"Please," I start, anxiety rising in my chest, "Please finger me while you lick my clit."

He smirks, "I thought you'd never ask."

Before he obliges, he smiles up at me, "Do you want me to try something new?"

I furrow my brows, "Are you holding out tricks on me?"

He chuckles, "just the things I thought you weren't ready for."

My eyes widen, "Okay," I say hesitantly, "try something new." I all but dare him.

He inserts a digit into me, gasps rolling off my tongue as he makes quick work of it. I'm sputtering, forgetting to breathe when he says, "How close are you? Scale of 1-10."

"8," I moan, "I'm at an 8."

He nods, pulling his fingers out of me, making me miss the feeling of him before he catches my eyes and licks his fingers clean; replacing his fingers with his tongue, slowly lapping at me, bringing me even closer to the edge.

"Tell me when you hit a 9," he commands. I nod breathing heavier. A few long purposeful strokes later and I'm all but falling on the shower floor underneath me. Tempting myself to let myself go.

"Nine- nine," I yell.

He stops everything he's doing.

My mind explodes. I sputter, "What?" He smirks.

"It's something new, don't question it. And follow me to the bed."

I follow him blindly, like a fucking lap dog because I am that enamoured with whatever grand plan he has cooked up.

He pulls me onto his lap so I'm on top of him, I straddle his lap, my breath still ragged from the near-orgasm he so cruelly stole from me in the shower. The heat between us is nearly unbearable, my skin still damp, my body hypersensitive from the way he toyed with me. I glare at him, frustration clear on my face.

"You're evil," I mutter, my hands bracing against his chest, trying to regain some control over my own body.

Zayn only smirks, his hands gripping my waist, fingers kneading into my skin like he's savoring the way I tremble under his touch. "I never said I play fair, jaan."

I open my mouth to protest, but before I can form a coherent thought, he shifts beneath me, rolling his hips just enough to let me feel the hardness pressing against me. A sharp gasp leaves my lips, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Take what you need," he murmurs, his voice thick with something almost possessive. "Show me."

"You don't actually want me to do that," I admit.

I swallow, my hands trailing down his chest, fingers brushing over his stomach, before reaching his most sensitive area. His skin soft beneath my fingertips, I reach down to feel him; the hardness palpable.

His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he watches me. "Fuck, Raina..."

I tighten my grip, slowly stroking him, my thumb circling the head. His head falls back against the pillows, a low groan escaping his throat. I revel in the power of it, the way I can undo him so effortlessly, the way his body reacts to mine.

I shift down between his legs, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh, deliberately teasing, my breath hot against his skin. His fingers thread into my hair, not pushing, just holding, as if he's grounding himself.

I glance up at him, my lips ghosting over his length, waiting.

"Raina—" His voice is strained, wrecked already.