PIPER
I'm so close.
So painfully close.
And then Timofey pulls away.
The feeling I've been chasing fizzles out, and I whip around, my face knit into frustration. "What are you doing?" I practically scream.
Timofey wipes his mouth with his forearm. Even though it's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, I still hate him right now.
With a rough twist, he forces me to turn around and then pins my back against his chest with the band of his arm. "Whatever the fuck I want to do," he hisses in my ear.
His other hand slides up my stomach and cups my breasts. His fingers tweak my nipple, rolling and pinching until it's taut and sensitive. I lean back into him as his other hand rises up to hold me, too. He's palming me and grinding himself into my ass.
Timofey's heavy breathing against my neck is hot. Knowing that he's like that because of me is intoxicating. It's maddening.
Pretty soon, I can't resist. I reach around and slide my hand beneath the waist of his briefs.
