Wicked Love •Book Two•

Chapter 4

Arrow's fingers trace the lacy waistband of my underwear as he waits for my reply.

I'm not even sure I can form one. Not with the way he's hardening underneath me. Not with the delicious way he brings his tongue to my ear and licks down the shell. I wasn't sure I knew anything at this point. My name was even a long shot.

His fingers slide deeper into my underwear until he cups me. I moan, my hips thrusting forward, begging for friction. But he remains a safe distance from my clit. Not giving me any satisfaction.

Arrow moves in close to my ear and bites the lope. Only pulling away to whisper. "I'd like to play a game, Poison."

The lustful fog over my mind clears just a bit. Enough for my eyebrows to furrow as I look down at him in confusion.

"A game?" I whimper as his fingers move against my flesh.

He nods. "I'm going to deny you," One of his fingers prods my entrance and I writhe. Desperately trying to get closer. "And we're going to see how long you can keep silent."

I shake my head. I was ready to beg right now. This was not a game I wanted to play.

"Arrow, I_"

"If you can make it five minutes without a sound," his free hand tightens on my hip. "I'll make you come five times." Something hot and needy and selfish surges through me. "But if you can't," He kisses my lips once. Quick and light. "Only one for you, my sweet Poison."

My mind reeled. Trying to keep up with the game. With his fingers prodding at my nerves. With my desire to just fuck him senseless. I could barley think straight.. did I really think I could keep quiet for five minutes while he touched me?

"Do you want to play, yes or no?" He lowers his mouth to my throat and leaves an open mouthed kiss against my skin. Searing me and making me squirm against him.

"Yes," I blurt out.

The prospect of five orgasms loomed over my head. And my greedy body wanted them all. I knew the way Arrow fucked, I knew the way he felt against my body, the way he touched me and one wouldn't be enough. Not today. Maybe not ever.

Arrow smiles up at me and in one smooth motion, he flips us. Landing on top but not putting any pressure on me. His hands drop to my jeans, he unbuckles them and tugs them off my legs.

One of his hands runs down my bare leg. The other fishes my phone out of the pocket of my jeans.

He hits a few buttons and hands it to me. The timer is open and set to five minutes. All I have to do is hit start. Arrow removes his hand from my leg.

"When I touch you," He says, searching my eyes. "I want you to hit start."

I nod.

His eyes roam down my body. I'm still wearing a shirt but he looks at me as if I'm not. Like he can see right through it. Like he can see all of me. It makes me nervous.

Finally, he lifts his hand and settles it between my legs. I suck in a breath and hit 'Start'.

For the first minute, he didn't even remove my panties. And honestly it made it all the more painful. I wanted to beg him to take them off. To touch me the way he knew I wanted him to. But he didn't, he toyed with me. He ran his tongue along the lace against my clit. He teased the side of my underwear like he might slip his fingers under but he doesn't.

I bite my lip and grip the sheets. Writhing and squirming under every brush of his fingertips.

At 3.5 minutes remaining, he lowered my underwear down my legs. Slowly, like he had all the time in the world. Like there wasn't a clock ticking down every second.

His fingers against my bare pussy was almost enough to undo me. The moan was on the tip of my tongue when I caught it. Swallowing it down and shoving it to the bottom of my chest.

He must've known I was close to begging because he thrusted one of his fingers inside me without any warning.

My mouth opens and my fingers dig into the comforter.

"Look at you," Arrow groans, lowering his head to my pussy. So close that his voice vibrates against my skin. "Being so good for me."

My body clenches around him. His dirty words making me want to beg him to fuck me until neither of us are capable of speaking at all.

But I don't have to because suddenly his mouth is on me and I nearly break for the 4th time. My mouth opening and closing as his tongue flicks over my clit in a gentle slow rhythm.

The seconds felt like minutes as they passed. Arrow continued his slow pace. His finger following his tongue. Gently pushing in and out of me.

He'd dance around my orgasm. Then would speed up to get me closer, then slow again when he could feel me cresting.

It was beautiful, painful, wonderful torture.

And finally, when I was seconds from begging him to just fuck me, the timer rings in my ear.

A breathless sigh escapes my mouth.

Arrow doesn't come up like I except him to though. He keeps going. Flicking his tongue faster over my clit and adding another finger to push into me.

It took no time at all. Not with the way he'd been denying me before. My pussy clamped around his fingers, my hips bucking as my orgasm claimed me. Pleasure raced down my spine and I let moan after moan fall from lips. The sound filled the room. I should be ashamed of how wanton I sounded but I didn't care. And thankfully, the walls were very soundproof, Arrow and Grey made sure of that.

Arrow kisses my pussy one last time before coming up to peck my mouth. "One."

I don't even have the energy to speak. He doesn't seem to care as he starts to move back down my body but we both freeze when the door opens. I can't see the door, but I know who it is based on Arrow's smile.

"What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into, Angel?"

Grey's voice is thick and heavy like warm honey.

"She's got four more to go," Arrow sits up, leaning towards the door, towards Grey as if trying to entice him in. "Would you like to join?"

Grey doesn't reply, but the bed dips and he appears beside Arrow. His cool hands running down the back of my calf.

My mind flashes to the meeting. To Tether and Andrea and the plan. "How did the_"

Grey cuts me off with a glare. "Don't ask about that while you're half naked in my bed." The glare softens to the normal calm indifference. "There's nothing but the three of us here. Do you understand?"

I stare at him, his beautiful dark eyes and I nod.

Grey nods back and turns to Arrow. "Four left?"

"Yep." Arrow runs a hand through his icy hair, smiling down at me.

Grey's lips turn up in his signature smirk. The sight of it nearly sending me into a frenzy."Make it five."