VIPER || Oscar Piastri

Chapter 126

[POV: Andreanna Saunterre]

One second I was still deciding if I should say something, the next I was pinned back against the wall with his hands all over me.

The silk of the slip I'd thrown on felt like it wasn't covering much, if anything at all, especially not with the way his palm dragged up my side and caught on the hem to drag it higher.

I pulled back half an inch, trying to cover how shaky I felt, because I had to know if he actually liked this, if he actually liked me like this.

"You like it?" I muttered, but I didn't get a single word out of him.

His lip caught mine again and I made a sound I didn't mean to, my hands pushing at his shoulders as his were already sliding lower, catching on the edge of the dress, tugging it up a fraction. I could feel the scrape of his stubble against my jaw, every brush of his tongue, the way his hands were sliding under the silk now, my pulse hammering because of it, and I knew he could probably feel it.

I grabbed his wrist where it was creeping and held it there.

Back against my bedroom wall, I felt him hesitate, chest pressing into mine as he continued to kiss me wherever he could.

I liked how desperate he sounded, how much he needed to feel me under his hands. It fucked me up, made me want to push a little harder. I liked it. He always touched me like that. Like he couldn't get enough, and I wanted—

I wanted him to know how that felt.

To have someone else's hands on you and not be able to think about anything but that. To be touched until you couldn't hide what it was doing to you.

I didn't just want to make him feel good. I wanted to ruin him for anything else. I wanted to watch him lose it, to know it was me pulling it out of him. And maybe I needed to know what he'd do. How he'd react. I wanted to see it plain on his face, to hear it in his voice.

So I decided — I was going to. I wanted him shaking. I wanted to see his face when he realised I was letting him be selfish.

I tilted my head, lips brushing his in a quick, teasing kiss. "I lied before." I began guiding his hands down the dress. "I got this for you," I whispered.

The silk caught against my skin as I moved him over it, letting him feel what I meant, how thin it was, how little it covered. His hands hesitated, then wandered — sliding around me, pressing me closer. I let them go once they disappeared behind my back, and my own trailed up under his shirt, nails dragging lightly over his sides.

He dipped his head to kiss me again, but I leaned away at the last second, grinning against the frustrated sound that escaped him.

"I was thinking about you when I bought it," I continued, eyes locked on his as my fingers slipped down, tugging at his belt. "About what you'd think." The buckle clinked softly as I pulled it loose, working open the buttons of his trousers one by one. My lips ghosted across his jaw as I spoke. "And what you'd do."

Then my hand slid down, easing past the open waistband, brushing along him, and he blinked at me, dazed, only now realizing what I was trying to do.

"Andi, you don't—"

"I know," I stopped him, tilting my head up, letting our lips brush again. "Let me. I want to make you feel good."