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“Are you done playing?” I teased.
He didn’t say a word though, he just crowded me against the wall and slowly started to unzip the front of my suit, inch by tortuous inch until my breasts were completely uncovered. A rough finger trailed around my sensitive, exposed skin, teasing me. I was dripping wet, my chest heaving and a soft moan coming out of my mouth. Had his hands always felt like this?
My hands roamed over his costumed chest, feeling how hard he was. His chest expanded with a heavy breath and he shuddered, like my touch was almost too much. My clit was absolutely throbbing as I tried to find the zipper on the damned thing. I wanted to touch him too.
Clark cupped and kneaded my breasts, his thumbs continuing to tease my nipples until I was whimpering.
“Please,” I whispered, leaning forward for a kiss. He ducked down before our lips could meet, suckling my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Heat built in my core.
I’d never been able to get off with Clark, not without the use of a toy.
And suddenly, here we were…and I was about to fall off the edge, just with his mouth on my tits.
Except…where had he learned to do this? Because it had never been like this with him before…
His teeth grazed my nipple as a hand reached between my legs, gently rubbing over my core through my bodysuit, his fingers applying more and more pressure with every pass.
The perfect pressure.
I cried out as I came, the sound of my screams reverberating through the small room.
He snarled out a rough curse and then he was on his knees, his hands ripping down the latex bodysuit, somehow miraculously not tearing the fabric.
I hadn’t even recovered from my last orgasm before his face was buried in my pussy, his mouth sucking and licking at my clit like I was his favorite meal.
Holy Batman—when had CLARK gotten this good at fucking head?
I must have been moving too much for his liking because he pinned my hips against the wall so I couldn’t move. His tongue fucked into me, a growl reverberating against my core as his tongue thrust in and out.
“Clark,” I moaned. “I don’t—”
“You know who I fucking am. And don’t you fucking say his name again, or I’m going to choke you with my mother fucking cock,” Ari Lancaster growled.
I stood there, the realization of what was happening sinking in like a heavy stone in my chest.
Except…hadn’t a part of me known all along the man on his knees wasn’t Clark, despite my feeble attempts to deny the truth to myself?
Ari's gaze locked onto mine, his glittering green eyes shining in the dim lighting.
His stare was intense, smoldering with a mix of challenge and desire. He broke the silence, his voice a low, seductive murmur.
"Say my name," he dared, the words carrying a weight of expectation, a provocation to acknowledge the undeniable connection that had been simmering between us. His proximity was intoxicating, his presence captivating, and in that moment, I was powerless to deny him.
“Say it.”
“Ari,” I finally murmured, and his eyes closed, like his name on my lips was some kind of miracle.
After a moment, they flashed open again, and he trailed a finger up my thigh, hovering near my still pulsing core.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I gasped, biting down on my lip to keep myself from making an embarrassing sound.
“Blake. Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“No, say it with my name.”
