“I want you to film us.”

Bucket list item achieved—I shocked Bret Starling. He leaned forward, open-mouthed and squinty-eyed, in full-on what-the-fuck mode. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. I wasn’t, but I wanted the thing no one else could have. Not all those girls on One Night Fantasy, not Natalia Dempsey. I wanted to watch us together and know for certain what we had was special. When I was a part of it, it was too easy to lie to myself. Especially after the other night. “Promise me no one else will ever see it.”

“No way. I don’t want to share you with anyone,” he rumbled in my ear, biting my lobe before grabbing his phone. I swore his hand shook as he swiped the screen and set the phone on the coffee table.

“That’s it? You film with your phone?” It was too easy. He could’ve been recording us the whole time, and one unfortunate butt dial could broadcast us to the world.

“Yeah. The camera crew has the day off.” He laughed when I squinted in confusion. “This is how I always do it. The quality is as good as the big cameras. And I can edit if I want to.”

“Stop talking.” I straddled his legs. Bret sat with them open, and I could barely span them. I was spread so wide, my panties barely covered my pussy. He wasn’t getting it that easily. I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. Nine inches of hard cock waited for me—no boxers. Bret and I both knew how this day would end.

“Get yourself off.” I turned around to see if the camera caught this. Bret was smart enough to use the front-facing camera, so we could see everything that was being recorded. It caught a straight shot of his cock. Perfect.

“Totally off?” he asked, his voice scratchy.

“Yup. I have complete faith you’ll be able to get it up again.” I wiggled my legs against his and got ready for the show.

Bret reached forward, landing a finger on either side of my panties. I was so wet, I could hear him moving back and forth against my pussy. I bit my lip to hold my moan when he bumped and circled my clit.

“What the hell are you doing?” I would’ve jumped off him but it felt way too good.

His fingers glistened when he pulled away. My pussy throbbed so hard, gravitational pull alone could lure him back. No such luck. He clasped his drenched hand over his shaft and started pumping.

He let his head fall back and closed his eyes. I considered making him keep them open, but it was way dirtier this way. I had a front row seat to this private moment, like I’d walked in on him fucking his hand and he had no idea I was here.

He gasped for air and huffed it out with no particular cadence. His hand moved hard and fast. No surprise that he’d be rough with himself. His chest rose and fell when he broke rhythm to give the piercing at the tip of his cock a little TLC. I loved it. The piercing was my favorite toy too, and watching him flick and rotate it with his thumb gave me so many new ideas.

I leaned forward, and his hand bumped against my belly. “What are you thinking about?”

“You, Gemma,” he grunted, eyes squeezed shut. “It’s always you.”

Good God. If he had any idea how much he owned me, it would wreck this thing. I pushed up his T-shirt, tracing my fingers along the tip of the flames tattooed on his stomach. I followed the design up to his nipple rings, only giving them a second of my attention. This volcano would erupt any second, and I didn’t plan on wasting a drop of it.

Bret groaned as he reached the peak of his climax. The first ribbon of cum splattered, cooling the fire on my skin, but never putting it out.

“Let me.” I clasped my hand over his, stilling it on his shaft. I licked carefully around the piercing, moving it back and forth with my tongue in the same pattern he made. I held his throbbing shaft as I licked his stomach clean. It rose and fell like high tide during a violent storm.

“Fuck.” I don’t think he meant to whisper it, but it was all he had left. His eyes were heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

I gave him a chance to catch his breath. “That was hot.” Hot didn’t begin to describe it, but it got my point across. “Now it’s my turn.”

He snapped his eyes open. “Give me a fucking minute, Gem.”

“No. Now.” I rocked forward on his thighs. My inner walls spasmed, craving his cock. I grabbed a fistful of T-shirt and pulled him up to me. He was snakelike in the way he moved, boneless and fluid. He met my glare, his smirk sinister. Like I could get any more turned on.

Turns out, I could. “Get creative,” I said.

I was flat on my back before I knew what happened.

Bret pinned me on the couch by my shoulders. I had no plans of going anywhere, but I’d lost control. Handed it to him on a silver platter. He licked my neck, stopping on the spot where my pulse went wild. He scraped my skin with his teeth, dragging the straps of my bra down to my shoulders. With the weight of his body on top of me, arching my back wasn’t easy, but this bra needed to go. Now. I struggled to get my hands underneath me to unhook the clasp, but Bret did the rest of the work, throwing a hundred dollars’ worth of lace and underwire to the floor.

He moaned like he’d taken a bite of his favorite meal when he saw my bare breasts. Bret had ruined me. I could never be with another man who didn’t appreciate my body like this. He brought his lips to my nipple. It strained, wanting everything he had to give. He caught it with his teeth and held on, and I danced on that thin thread between pleasure and pain. The sensation was too much, but it was never enough.

“Are you gonna bite it off? Keep it as a souvenir?” My protests intensified Bret’s hold on my nipple. Pins and needles blossomed over my body. I yanked on his hair, but he didn’t budge. I tried to separate myself from the pain, but realized I didn’t want to. “My suitcase is right there, Bret. I’m staying.”

He swirled his tongue around the swollen nub, a lover’s caress. He pinched the other nipple hard between his fingers, rocketing me to another wavelength. He locked his gaze on mine. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I was on the edge, because I didn’t know what was on the other side. Pain was something we’d never experimented with, and I was afraid to admit to myself how much I liked it. I couldn’t tell him yet.

Danger pulsed between us.

“Breathe.” His face was over mine, a beautiful irony to the waves of sensation that continued to roll through my body from his grip. “You’ll pass out, and you’ll blame it on me if you don’t get off first.”

I mashed my lips together, but I couldn’t hold my laugh. Bret shook against my body, dropping his face to the crook of my neck. His eyes glittered when his gaze returned to mine.

I had it mostly together. But the giggles wouldn’t stop. “Then you better get me off.”

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