The Puppet Assassin [TTR sequel]

The Puppet Assassin - Ch 40 [never-ending]

I felt my skin tingle and heat while he just lay there and smirked at me. Ooh, it was on. I would not be embarrassed by this! I shifted my body slowly, rubbing against him, until I was straddling him, my butt resting on his quads and my body lowered over him, almost but not quite touching him. He tensed but didn’t move any more when I smiled up at him. Time for him to pay.

I ran one hand down his arm, the other down his chest. When one hand was at the top of his pants, I leant down and kissed his stomach, very lightly. It had to be tickling him. My hand shook but I managed to slip my fingers under the elastic of his sweatpants and pull it down… gradually. My breathing was coming short but he was as affected as me. He was biting into his lip, his jaw clenched and his eyes hard on me. No more smirk.

“If those hands pull down any lower, there is no stopping,” he said in a soft growl. A warning. But I hoped it was a promise.

I teased him a little. My free hand brushed lightly along his arm, up to above his shoulder where I rested my weight. His bright eyes stared at me with withheld intent and when I brushed a kiss over his jaw, a husky growl escaped his lips. Daringly, my tongue darted out and slid over the sensitive skin beneath his ear. His body jerked beneath me and I saw his arms tense, his muscles bulging. When I bit his earlobe, he whispered my name in a gruff reprimand. He inhaled deeply as my hand twitched on the band of his sweats. I pressed my lips to the hollow of his collarbone and revelled in his gasp for breath. I knew all the spots on his skin that would be sensitive to my attack.

With a grin, I bent down to his stomach and gently nibbled on his obliques. His back arched off the bed and he hissed through his teeth. When I looked up at him, his eyes were dark, furious. His rib cage was working hard as his lungs filled and released quickly. I bit down on one particularly tense muscle and he snarled like a wild animal. I closed my eyes and sat up straight. Then, with my eyes on his, I pulled the fabric of his sweats down, much further than an inch, until my hand hit my leg where I was sitting on him.

His hand snapped up to my shoulder and in an instant he whipped me around, pressing his full length against me. He took my hands and locked them tightly in his grip, pulling them up so that they rested beside my head. Through my clothes I could feel every hard inch of him pressed against me and knew there was no turning back at this point, as he had made so clear. With a teeth baring snarl, he pushed his face close to mine and for a second I worried that I’d pushed him too far.

Then his lips thrashed against mine and my worries were lost. His kiss left no room for thought. His tongue pushed forcefully for entry, exploring my mouth and massaging my own tongue. He withdrew, biting the corner of my upper lip, and I heard a breathy moan come from my throat. He growled in response and his lips returned to mine, possessive in their pressure and movement. I arched into him and struggled to free my hands, desperate to thread my fingers through his hair and lock his face to mine. I jolted as he caught my tongue with his teeth for a moment and when he released it, his lower body ground against me. I gasped at the thrill the move shot through me and the feel of his hardness.

Larkin was the only thing in my world. Nothing else existed.

I pulled against his grip again, to no avail, and nearly screamed in frustration.

“I need to touch you,” I groaned as he moved his mouth downward, sending excruciating warmth through my body.