GetOn by Regina Cole Page B

desperate.
    He was a bastard like that.
    Kissing down the line of her shoulder, he brought both hands
up to cup her breasts, smiling in evil delight at her frustrated moan.
    “Garrett,” she said, staring him down in the mirror. “Are
you teasing me?”
    He pinched both nipples, gratified to see her mouth open
wide and her back arch in response. “I’m not teasing. I’m prepping.”
    “Then I’m helping.” She brought her hands forward, covering
his on her breasts. With her thumbs and forefingers, she forced him to pinch
her nipples harder, twisting them. He knew the burning pain that must cause,
but if her face was any indication, she liked a little bit of pain with her
pleasure.
    A woman after his own heart.
    With that, he released her breasts and gripped the inside of
her elevated knee. Making sure to keep his body close, he lifted her leg
higher, forcing her thighs farther apart, the silky lips of her vulva parting
even wider.
    “Watch me, Mia. Watch what I do to you.”
    He ran his hand with deliberate slowness down her abdomen,
the soft swell of her belly, past the little landing strip and around her
glistening core. She whimpered in protest when he didn’t actually touch her,
but he was getting there. She’d have to be patient.
    He started on the outside, making small circles on her
heated skin. When he edged past the fleshy outer lips, dragging a finger across
the tender inner flesh, she raised her arm to grasp him, her head falling back
onto his chest as her eyes closed.
    “Mia,” he growled into her ear. “Watch me. Now.”
    As soon as her gaze lit upon his in the mirror, he plunged
two fingers into her soaked cunt. She screamed, thrusting her hips forward to
meet him. God, she felt so good, gripping his hand like she’d gripped his cock
before.
    He knew what she wanted, and now he was ready to give it to
her. Propping his leg beneath hers to keep it elevated and free his hand, he
pinched the hard little nub behind that shiny silver piercing. Her body
shuddered then moved harder against his hand, her hips pumping as her body
strained for that peak. She grabbed her own breasts, pinching and rolling her
nipples as her gaze stayed glued to his hands on her pussy.
    “Watch me,” Garrett said, keeping his stare locked on her in
the mirror. “Keep your eyes on how I’m fucking you with my hands, Mia. You want
another finger, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she whimpered, raising her breasts higher. “God,
please, fuck me harder, Garrett!”
    He added a third finger, stretching her walls as she bathed
him in the sweet, hot fluid of her arousal. He quickened his hand on her clit
as his fingers plunged deep within her. Over and over, deeper and harder as her
pants turned into cries, and then to screams when she finally couldn’t take any
more.
    He pressed down on her clit as hard as he could, adding a
fourth finger, and then she came, shuddering and thrusting, arching her back
and fondling her own breasts, a wild creature covered in water and only
standing because he refused to let her fall. Her pussy clenched around his hand
as if it never wanted to let him leave.
    When she quieted and fell limp against him, he withdrew his
hands and helped her stand. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he smiled.
    “I guess you like to watch too.”
    The rest of the shower was much less eventful. They shared
the tiny bar of hotel soap, moving quickly since the hot water was all but
gone. Mia smiled at him in the mirror as she bent to turn off the water.
    “I’m glad this isn’t my house.”
    Garrett stepped onto the terrycloth bathmat, wrinkling his
nose as it squished beneath his feet. “You and me both.”
    The whole room was soaked, but fortunately the towels on the
top shelf were only a little damp. Mia wrapped herself in one, taking another
to make a tall turban atop her head.
    “I’m going to grab some pajamas. I’ll be right back.”
Pressing a kiss to his lips, she darted from the room.
    Garrett reached over