#jack might be the jealous type... but he's a damn SWEETHEART when it comes to children.

[puck-luck]

jack gives off why are you paying more attention to our child than me vibes now I'm going to go sulk in a corner....don't you think?

I can't say I do think that. Maybe I don't understand your vision, but I really don't think Jack would be more concerned about his partner giving him less attention than she gives to his CHILD... quite frankly, I think that Jack would be perfectly fine with his partner giving their child so much attention because it would make her MORE attractive to him. Very "look at my girl taking care of our baby so well :) I love her :)" in a himboish way. I don't think he's a sulker. I also don't think he would be jealous of his child for stealing attention from him.

But again, maybe I don't understand your vision.

[cheoljuul]

can i rq top 3 kinks for svt too🥺

hi!! ily for asking this... this is probably going to be even better than the nct one because i have stanned seventeen for almost 5 year hehe. also since there is so many members, i might only do like 2 kinks for some,,,,,,

ask and you shall receive ...

top 3 kinks of ... [svt]

SEUNGCHEOL ::

thigh riding

cockwarming

lowkey daddy kink

explanation :: ALERT ALERT : THIS IS MY ULTIMATE BIAS.  child... anyways so.. just take one look at cheol’s thighs and you will understand. he loves laying on a couch or bed and facing you while your bare pussy rides his clothed thigh. he loves to follow your rhythm , grinding down with you, hearing you beg for him. sometimes when youre watching t.v. and your sitting in his lap, he will motion for you to face him and straddle on his thigh. he will pretend he’s watching the television but really all he can think about is how to prepare you for him. seungcheol is an intimate man. he loves feeling close to you so naturally, one of his biggest kinks is cockwarming. he will see how long you can last without grinding down, asking for more of him inside you. i said lowkey daddy kink because i think he is a little embarrassed to admit it. he would bring it up one day and ever since then it would not stop. its kind of corny but you saying “ yes, daddy” absolutely melts him. 

JEONGHAN ::

mirror sex

begging

explanation ::  jeonghan is a cocky mf. he loves to be in front of the mirror and just watch you be completely ruined by him. loves to fuck you in the bathroom, whether its a bath, shower, or in front of the mirror on the sink. one thing he loves even more, is to listen to you beg. anywhere. sometimes he will tease your entrance with his cock and make you say “please.. please, please, please...”. 

JOSHUA ::

morning/sleepy sex

body worship (giving and receiving)

joshua loves waking up to find you half-naked. he loves to wake up and find one of your hands on his inner thigh and the other hand in between your legs. he loves the lazy , slow, not in a rush to come, type of fucks. slow strokes, letting him feel your warmth. however, if youre being extra needy and he finds you humping a pillow , he is a little less gentle. another thing he loves is to just tell you how much he loves you and your body, and of course he wants to hear it back. he wants to be kissed everywhere, told how loved he is, and he wants to moan your name when you kiss his sweet spot on his collarbone, and only your name. 

JUN ::

rough sex

biting / marking

one night stands

explanation :: jun is a sucker for few things. fewwww things. and one of them is rough sex. he waits until youre ready, of course, but when you finally tell him you want him to be rougher, and a little less careful ,hes more than ready. if he is in a relationship with someone... he wants everyone to know that you are his, and his only. lets say you were supposed to go on a little public swim date.. well the night before he was leaving hickeys everywhere, your neck, collarbone, thighs, and breasts. and he doesnt care that people see. because you are his. when hes NOT in a relationship one way he likes to relieve stress is to fuck. not even to masturbate, but to fuck. he likes the no strings attached type shit. the one night stands where you never see each other again. 

SOONYOUNG ::

oral (giving)

overstimulation (giving)

hair pulling

explanation :: king. king of oral. the best in seventeen without a doubt. loves to kiss his way up to your clit, and then start slow, making you orgasm for as long as humanly possible. loves to taste you , probably his favorite taste in the world. loves overstimulation, doesn't really like to receive it. this boy is a giver. he will put off you having to do anything to him for as long as possible, until youre begging to suck him off. loves to give you at least 2-3 orgasms in one night, sometimes even more. he also really enjoys hair pulling, pull on his hair even a little, and he might just flip you around on your stomach and then he will be pulling your hair. 

WONWOO ::

face fucking

jealous sex

lingerie

explanation :: before you and wonwoo even had proper sex, he asked you sit on his face. it was more of a demand than a suggestion, because truly all he wanted was your thighs on both sides of his face. and hes pretty damn good at it too. hell, he moans while youre riding his face because he takes so much pleasure out of it. now, wonwoo does not like hate sex, he doesnt even like saying “i hate you” but he IS very jealous. and you’ll tease him, but then, you will not be able to walk for about 36 hours. he will fuck the thought of you ever teasing him in public again, and you love it. another thing he loves, is lingere, black, lacey lingerie to be exact.

JIHOON ::

dry humping

quickies

explanation :: jihoon loves clothed sex. for some odd reason he finds clothed sex almost as good as real sex, sometimes better. and when he sits in his studio chair and youre both relentlessly dry humping each other - he feels ... at peace. he thinks in his mind , dry humping is just like real sex just without the hassle of taking off clothes and cleaning up. another thing he loves is a good quickie, whether it be right before practice, after practice or anywhere in between he loves to have the feeling of him inside of you without all the teasing. bonus :: bend over in a skirt without any underwear and he might just fuck you on the spot.

SEOKMIN ::

thigh riding

loud moaning

explanation :: once again , thigh riding, but unlike cheol, he is less gentle,  less coordinated and more desperate and needy. he would do anything to hear you. he loves hearing his name, loves hearing you gasp, loves hearing you say “right there.” its his favorite. and he is a very vocal person too, slowly becomes louder and louder and more high-pitched as he reaches climax. (bonus:: lowkey size kink.) 

MINGYU ::

oral (receiving)

over stimulation (giving and receiving)

aftercare 

to keep it simple, mingyu loves feeling your mouth around his dick. he loves the eye contact, the slight hair pulling, loves feeling your mouth and hands around him. bonus points if you kiss his thighs. another thing he loves is to be over-stimulated and to overstimulate you. he wants to keep going until both of you dont have anything left in you to give to each other. and this. I live by. he is the king of aftercare. runs a warm bath, gets you a glass of water and towls. he loves seeing you shaking and sweating and he would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

MINGHAO ::

passionate / romantic sex

markings (giving, mainly)

minghao is SUCH a sweetheart. he literally struggles to have one night stands without catching feelings. he loves to whisper little “i love yous” when you makeout. he craves familiarity. he craves your scent, your touch, your warmth. he wants cuddling to turn into passionate, loving sex. and he wants it to end that way too - back to cuddling and saying just overall sweet shit to each other. another thing he loves, is marking you. he loves leaving hickeys where only he can see, mainly on your breasts. bonus :: he LOVES to have his nipples played with. 

SEUNGKWAN ::

praise (giving and receiving)

toys (giving and receiving)

first of all , i think kwan has the prettiest moans in seventeen - aside from the point tho. he loves being told hes doing a good job, that hes doing whatever hes doing right. you saying “ that feels s-so good.” is like music to him, he loves it. he also is pretty to open to you about how much he wants to tease you with a vibrator, im talking like - an hour of straight teasing. and eventually, he works up the courage to ask you to use the vibrator against his cock. 

VERNON ::

high sex

dirty talk

explanation :: you...  can fight me on this, but vernon is lowkey a stoner. he loves to smoke a joint and then instantly he gets horny. if youre one of his close friends thats a girl, he might hit you what that “you up” text. and i mean.... you were up.. and vernon is incredibly sexy. he feels pleasure differently when hes high or drunk and the new and different feeling is bliss to him. and when hes sober (or honestly when hes not, too) he looooooves to dirty talk. he loves to say all the nastiest shit that comes to his head and there is very little filter about what he says. likes to call you his “good girl”. 

CHAN ::

lap dances

fingering

explanation :: giving chan a lap dance is like giving a dog a treat. you give them one, and they want more and more, and eventually they beg for it. he would try to grab your hips and have you grind against him during the dance but you would not let him. he could barely stop himself from just jacking off right then and there ot the sigh of dancing so sexually. and also, though he is one of the more experienced members , i think he is a natural at fingering. we got some thumb on clit, two fingers inside of you type action. and he loves hearing you and seeing you come from just his fingers. 

[nicoletterogers]

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no tw its just long. also i did this as platonically as i could. I also definitely changed one of the questions to college pals because IT FITS THEM BETTER DONT @ ME

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: I feel like Nic, but like...I would not put it past Jack to put on something of hers either. I mean, I feel like if he needed a costume or something...or maybe just because her shirts are way more comfortable than his. 

Who enunciates hand holding?: Jack, probably. Not that Nic’s against it, she’s just...I don’t know if she’d do it first. 

Who likes having their hair washed by who?: Please see here for proof

Who likes to slow dance?: Neither, I think they’d show their affection in a different way, like more sibling-like, such as wrestling. 

Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: Honestly? Currently Nic, right now she’s not sleeping well at all but it is much better when she’s with someone she trusts. 

Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: Nic, because quote “she basically built the whole thing while he ate goldfish and watched her”

Who hogs most of the covers at night?: Jack

Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: Jack, definitely Jack.

How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: Share a dessert? Nic Rogers? Oh please--if Jack wants any of her dessert he’s going to have to work for it--and probably steal. Two forks, hands down. 

Who gets jealous more easily?: Jack--but like, literally, only by a hair. Nic isn’t exactly good at sharing things she believes to be hers

Who gets angered more easily? Nic. Nic has a very short temper.

How do they go to sleep at night?: Usually on the couch and definitely not planned--well, mostly. Sometimes Nic goes to Jack’s room to avoid her own thoughts or she asks if he’ll come over to hang out. But its usually her falling asleep on his shoulder or something. 

Who gets the most shoulder rubs?: Jack.

What are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: They fight like legitimate brother and sister, its a little wild--like I don’t think they ever say things to hurt each other on purpose but Nic also doesn’t hold back. If she thinks he’s doing something stupid or lying to her, she’ll call his ass out. But she expects him to the same. I don’t think they fight that much, but its bound to happen, they’re Jack and Nic.

Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: Nah, they don’t do that--Maybe Nic is tempted but she’d never throw something. 

How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?: Food, always food. Alcohol isn’t a bad one. Nic will say sorry, but it won’t be a long drawn out monologue--more like a “I fucked up, sorry I was an ass, can we get some mozz sticks”. 

Do they have nicknames for each other?: Jack calls her Cap and Nic calls him Country Boy--I mean, it’s always fair to assume he calls her something about her job too. 

Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Nic isn’t exactly super... great at that sort of thing. She definitely cares and wants him to feel better--but woman can’t cook. She’d definitely do her best to heat up a can of chicken noodle soup for him though. 

Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: Jack, but just because Nic is in the field doing stuff more often--but also I am sure he has his fair share of cooking mishaps he needs some band aids for. 

Muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: Honestly, Nic to Jack BUT Nic is so damn stubborn that I really could see him doing it to her, I just think she puts it on though.

Your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: Oh my god, imagining them as parents i’m LAUGHING. Nic gets up for the baby though. Well they both do, actually. Slowly but they get there. 

Your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?: Nic might not like to talk about her emotions but she definitely thinks it’s important to express them. So she’d probably just sit silently with him. Wait for him to talk. Maybe bring him a beer if he wanted. But Nic knew the best way to process sadness was listening--not saying sorry, not trying to fix anything. At least, it was in those moments that it was most helpful for her. 

What would they be like as parents?: Once again, I’m laughing my freaking BUTT OFF thinking about this. They’d be epic parents, definitely love those kids more than they knew possible. But Nic and Jack are also decently similar to each other, so I think that means they’d both not realize specific parts of parenting that maybe someone who was less simialr would. I don’t know exactly what those would be, but no matter what they’d back each other up and work together to make sure those kids knew right from wrong and knew just how loved they were. Plus they’d be the parents to teach their kids True American (not with alcohol I PROMISE)

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? Hmmm, what an interesting question. I don’t know if they would have been--Nic never struck me as the type to have a childhood sweetheart. BUT I do want to answer a different question here, so I’m going to tell you what I think Nic and Jack would have been like in college together. Ok, so first off--they would have been best friends, still. Hands down no way they wouldn’t have. I think they lived in the same res hall their freshman year and struck up a friendship when she ran around the hall looking for a particular item to complete a task or something and she got to his door. It’s like one of those stupid movie moments where you just know you’re gonna be best friends with that person because you mesh so well? And throughout college they were close--like they both joined Greek Life (yes, Nic was in a Sorority and she’ll kick your ass if you make fun of her for it) and went to all the functions together (not like...together, together). I think they both dominated at corn hole together, and definitely spent late nights talking about important things too. She definitely couldn’t have imagined being in college without him by her side and they were not the kind of friends who just...stopped after graduation. She definitely continues to keep in contact with him and I also think she makes visits to see him when she has a chance for work. 

Who initiates taking a bath together?: Oh, literally this only happens when they’re drunk and I imagine they both are fully clothed but just so intoxicated they are like “help me wash my hair”

Who likes who playing with their hair?: Jack likes it when Nic plays with it--Nic doesn’t really care for people touching her hair that much. 

The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: The floor, I think that’s where watch movies a lot. 

[anavoliselenu]

Creighton chapter 3

“Take more,” I say.

Her eyebrows lift, but she complies. Or she complies with what she thinks I want.

No, sweetheart. I’m just practicing what I’m going to say when I’m fucking your gorgeous face. She’s too innocent to understand just yet, but she will.

My dick jumps again, and I know if I don’t calm it down, I’ll be stammering one-syllable words due to lack of oxygen in my brain. I’ve never reacted this quickly and this strongly to a woman before. It’s gut-level and completely fucking primal, but I don’t question it. I embrace it.

My mind is flipping through all the lines I can use to get her out of this bar and back to my penthouse for a long night of no-holds-barred, wake-the-neighbors fucking, when she beats me to it.

“Are you married? Other than to me on a purely fake basis?” she asks, a small smile curving her fuckable lips.

I don’t have an explanation for playing the jealous-husband card except that she brought out my most basic possessive instincts. If they were any stronger, I would have been thrown out of the bar for pissing a circle around her to mark my territory, and challenging any man who thought he had big enough balls to take her from me.

That was a completely new and novel feeling. Normally my brain comprehends in this fashion: Hot. Want to fuck.

It’s as simple as that. And nothing further.

Men are not complicated creatures, ladies. You’re hot? Chances are, the guys you know want to fuck you. It’s called human nature.

But it wasn’t so simple with this fringed-cowboy-boot-wearing oddity. She’s been a tantalizing breath of fresh air sweeping by me, and the urge to stake my claim burst forth from the primordial part of my brain.

Her smile fades, and I pull myself back to the conversation I’m supposed to be having with her. I forgot her question already.

“Why the frown, sweetheart?”

She stiffens on her stool. “One, don’t call me sweetheart. And two, if you’re married, you can take your fancy-whiskey-sippin’ ass to another table.”

I smirk. So that was the question. “Not married. Why, you looking for a husband?”

Her button nose wrinkles in distaste. “No. Absolutely not.”

I lift one eyebrow. The women I know would consider that a proposal—even though it wasn’t. And they would jump on it.

“You have a problem with the whole institution, or just with respect to yourself specifically?”

She takes another drink, a big one this time. She finishes draining her glass and sets it on the bar. Those brown eyes cut to mine.

“I didn’t come here to talk about marriage. I came here to find a hot guy who looked like he could handle himself, and see where the night takes us.” She lifts her glass again as if she needs another sip to fortify her next words, but it’s already empty. She sets it on the table, and with a rush, says, “You think you might be that guy?”

I have the distinct impression that without the whiskey, she would never have been forward enough to speak those words. But this works perfectly with my plan. She’s given me the opening I need, and I’m not the kind of man to screw up a perfect opportunity.

I lift my glass to my lips and swallow the contents before I slide it back onto the Rose Club cocktail napkin on the bar. I never break eye contact through the whole series of motions.

“Where are you from?” I don’t usually ask questions, but with her, I want to know everything.

“Does it really matter?” she asks, and I can’t tell if she’s playing coy or if that’s her natural state of being.

“I’m just wondering where they raise women who say exactly what a man wants to hear when he’s sitting next to a beautiful woman in a bar.”

Her cheeks color with a pink blush, and I suspect it’s not the whiskey. Her innocence rolls off her in waves. I want to see how far I can make that blush spread. I want to see the outline of my handprint on her ass in that same color.

I stand and hold out a hand. Her gaze drops to it, and she hesitates before laying her hand in mine.

Good girl.

I close my fingers around hers as she slides off the stool. Even with the heels of the boots, the top of her head barely clears my chin.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“My place.”

Her eyes widen. “I . . . I have a room. Here. I mean, if you want. Or, or—” She stammers over the words, and I know I need to put her at ease before she bolts.

I lift a hand to her chin and stroke her cheek with my thumb, tracing the sexy-as-hell flush. “Yes. I absolutely want.”

She swallows and nods.

She’s mine.

I don’t want to release her, but I do. After pulling the money clip from the inside front pocket of my suit jacket, I peel off a few hundreds. I can’t tip less than that bastard, or I’ll be a total schmuck. I push them under the edge of my empty glass and pause, pull out another few bills, and motion for the bartender.

“Yes, sir?”

“We’ll take a new bottle of Bushmills.” I glance down at the woman I’m going to spend the rest of the night on top of, behind, inside, and beneath.

The bartender moves quickly, and within a few moments I have my fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle and one hand pressed to the small of her back.

I lean down so my lips are only a fraction of an inch away from her ear. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

I’m cool. I’ve got this.

I can make it look like I know what the hell I’m doing.

One-night stand? No problem.

Sexy billionaire in a three-piece suit that’s definitely worth more than my car? No big deal.

This is my pep talk as I walk in the direction of the elevator, the heat of his hand burning through my thin top like a brand.

I still can’t believe the words that came out of my mouth. My gran would be rolling in her grave if she knew I picked up a man in a bar. Another wave of grief batters me, and I stumble.

He slows his stride and steadies me. “Second thoughts?”

His question isn’t mocking; it’s sincere. And in that moment, I have some sixth sense that says he’s the right man to make me forget all the things that have been plaguing me.

I meet his eyes. “No. No second thoughts.”

“Good.”

The single word sends shivers of excitement flickering through me. This man calls to me on a very basic level. It makes no sense. I mean, since when did suit-wearing billionaires turn me on? Usually, outside of the odd drunk fan, it’s the dorky guys who hit on me, and there are no sparks.

How can I be turned on knowing how absolutely and completely out of my league he is?

My stomach flops like a whole mess of spring peeper frogs have been unleashed. I wasn’t even this nervous when I stepped onstage for the first time on Country Dreams. Maybe this is what a minor league rookie feels like the first time he sets foot on the field of the big leagues.

I glance down at where he has a grip on my hand, and can’t help but notice the bulge in the front of his suit pants.

Oh Lordy. What am I getting myself into? He’s probably had his fair share of supermodels, and heck, any woman he’s ever wanted. And now he’s got me. Old insecurities sneak out of the shadows. I’m not good enough for this man, and I know it.

We step into the elevator, and my heart is hammering against my chest so loudly that I wonder if he can hear it. I forget that I’m still staring at his package when his hand once again lifts my chin.

“See something you like?”

My cheeks heat with a furious blush, and I raise my gaze to his amused one.

Oh my God. He caught me ogling his package. Fail, Selena! Fail.

“Uh . . .”

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind.”

With his words, his thumb strokes along my cheekbone. It’s such a familiar touch, and brings back the urge to just lean into him and let him take over.

Who am I kidding? Like I was ever in control of this encounter.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

I grit my teeth at the throwaway endearment. I hate being called “hon” or “sweetheart”—my gran’s favorite endearments—by someone I don’t know. It seems so fake, and once again reminds me of what I’ve lost.

“No names,” I say quickly.

His dark eyebrows shoot up nearly to his hairline. “Really? You don’t want to know mine?”

It’s not really fair of me, because I already know his, but I answer anyway. “None. I don’t need to know your name.”

He studies me for a few beats before replying with only a brief nod.

As soon as the doors open on my floor, he grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of the elevator, and I think I’ve reached the point of the evening where shit is getting real.

Equal amounts of apprehension and anticipation rush through me when he growls, “Which room?”

Oh God. What am I doing? Oh, wait, that’s right. I’m about to have a one-night stand with a billionaire. Get in the game, Selena. You can do this.

“Um, 1919.”

“Key?”

I slip my hand into the back pocket of my jean skirt and pull it out. Lifting it from my fingers, he pulls me down the hall in the direction of the room.

At least I don’t need to worry about having to take the lead, because I have a feeling Justin Karas is going to be just as demanding and dominant in the bedroom as he’s rumored to be in the boardroom.

Gulp.

I need to take this slow. I need to take my time with her. She’s the type of woman to be savored and appreciated, but I want to taste her innocence on my lips too badly to even try.

I have her ass filling my hands and her back up against the wall before the door clicks shut behind us and the bottle of whiskey thuds to the floor. I take her mouth, sliding my tongue between her bright red lips. Fuck. So damn sweet, just like I knew she would be.

Her quiet moan goes straight to my balls. I rock into her, my cock pressing against her pussy. She whimpers and bucks against me, her instincts coming on strong, despite her innocence. I reach down and wrap one leg around me, and she catches on quickly, repeating the movement with her other leg. Her skirt bunches up around her waist, and the heels of her boots dig into my ass. My need to fucking devour this woman jacks up higher as her nails dig into my shoulders to steady herself.

Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not letting you go anywhere.

I bury one hand in her hair, tilting her head back to meet my gaze. “When I let you down from here, you’re going to strip off everything but your boots and your panties, and get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

Her dark eyes widen, clearly telegraphing her shock at my words.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I begin to lower her to the ground, but her legs tighten around my waist.

I tighten my grip in her hair. “Do you understand me?”

She nods.

“Words. Yes or no?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

The smile that spreads across my face feels predatory, even to me. “You’re going to be a naughty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”

Her mouth opens to respond, but instead of speaking, she closes it and swallows—like she’ll soon be swallowing my cock. She’s going to be perfect.

“Do you want to know what I do to naughty girls?”

She nods.

“Anything I want.”

Her pupils dilate, and I know I’ve got her exactly where I want her. My lips lower to hers and devour her again. The taste of whiskey reminds me that I want to lick it off her body, and drink it from her sweet pussy.

Fuck. What is it about this woman that makes me lose every shred of self-control?

I don’t care enough to answer the question because she’s wrapped her hand around my neck, pulling me closer. Her quick little tongue tangles with mine, and the taste of her . . . Jesus. It steals away logic and common sense.

I yank myself back from the edge, and away from her lips, and slowly lower her to the ground.

“What—?” Her half protest is weak, and she presses a palm against my chest for balance.

“Now,” I say, and wait for her to react.

“What?” she asks again, this time with more fortitude.

“I told you where I wanted you. And I want it now.”

She blinks, as if trying to throw off the haze of desire.

I don’t think so. I drop my hands to her shoulders and turn her to face the bed.

“Strip. Leave the panties and the boots. I want your ass in the air.”

I release her, and she stumbles forward a step. I lock down the urge to steady her, because if I touch her again, I’m going to be tearing every thread she’s wearing off her.

To her credit, she steadies herself—and quickly. I wonder how rapidly she’s going to comply with my orders, but I don’t have to wonder long. She reaches for the hem of her shirt and hesitates, glancing back over her shoulder.

Keep going, I think, waiting to see how well she’ll comply with my orders—spoken and unspoken.

She bites her lip and looks forward again before slowly lifting the shirt up and over her head. It dangles from her fingertips for a moment before she drops it to the floor. She pauses, and I wonder if she’s going to back out. But she doesn’t. The sound of the zipper comes, and she shimmies her skirt off. A tiny red thong reveals most of her perfect peach of an ass.

Jesus fucking Christ, she’s perfect.

“The bra too,” I remind her when she drops her arms to her sides.

She shoots another glance back at me before reaching her arms around to unhook it and slide it off. It joins the pile of clothes on the floor. Her thumbs hook into the waistband of her thong.

“Stop.”

She freezes when I utter the word.

“You need to learn to listen better, naughty girl. Leave them. I want you on the bed on your hands and knees, your ass in the air.”

Her gaze snaps to the bed, and she takes a shaky step toward it. I move forward in one lunge, tearing the spread off it and tossing it aside.

Her hands hit the sheets as she stumbles forward. She stills for only a moment before crawling onto the bed and complying with my command.

“I’m going to rip those flimsy little panties right off you and eat that juicy cunt for dessert.”

When her entire body shivers at my words, I wonder if anyone has ever spoken so crudely to her. I highly doubt it.

But still, she doesn’t move. Doesn’t make a break for it, so I’m all in.

His words. Oh my God, his words. I’ve read things like that, but I’ve never heard someone say them. So dirty, so filthy . . . and God help me, so hot. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but I like it. I want him to tell me what to do, because if he can make me feel this way with nothing but words and a few kisses, I want more.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as he shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it on a chair at the edge of the room. His cufflinks clink as they hit the top of the dresser. His hands don’t slow as they unbutton the shirt and toss it on top of the suit jacket. He strides toward the bed, and heat flares within me.

I’m expecting a soft touch, a caress, but instead his hand cracks across my naked butt cheek. The sting shoots up my body, followed by a hot, sensual burn.

An undignified squeak escapes my lips as I lower my ass out of the strike zone. But I don’t move fast enough.

Another smack catches the same cheek, but lower, where it meets my thigh.

“Why—” I start, but his big hand covers the sting, silencing me. A possessive squeeze of his palm is followed by his thumb sliding up and under the waistband of my panties.

“I’m keeping these,” he says before snapping the delicate lace of my panties and letting them flutter down my left leg. Another tug and they’re gone. “And I’m punishing you for hesitating to follow my orders. And because I’ve been dying to see my handprint on your ass since you first blushed in the bar.”

Once again, his words send a rush of desire through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—until his palm slides between my legs and cups me before dragging a single thick finger through my wetness.

He groans. “You’re fucking drenched for me. Jesus.”

His fingertip swirls my opening, teasing me. My thighs flex, and when he dips just barely inside, my inner walls clench, greedy and wanting to be filled.

What is happening to me? I push myself against his hand, and for a moment, he fills me. His hand drops away, and a cool rush of air precedes a light slap to my pussy.

“Wha—”

“My greedy girl is getting ahead of herself. I’ll give you what you need, but you’ll take it my way.”

When I exhale sharply, another firmer smack lands in the same spot. And then he grips my hips and flips me onto my back in a single movement.

My head is still spinning from the abrupt change in position, but my eyes track him as he leaves the edge of the bed, moves toward the entryway to the room, crouches low, and then returns.

He kneels at the base of the bed, grips my knees, and pulls me so my ass is almost hanging off the edge and my boot-clad ankles are resting on his shoulders. I’m completely and utterly exposed to him, and uncertainty fills me for a breath.

He lifts something, and in the dim light of the room, I see it’s the bottle of whiskey. Never dropping my gaze, he opens it and drops the cap.

Um . . . strange time for a drink?

He leans in close, and his breath teases my center. “I wasn’t done drinking earlier. So now I’m going to drink from this sweet little cunt and get drunk on you.”

Again his filthy words send shivers through me, and his meaning dawns in my lust-handicapped brain. He’s going to what?

I don’t have time to question, because within moments he tips the bottle. Chilly liquid hits me and trickles down . . . into his mouth. He catches the whiskey on his tongue, lapping up my wetness at the same time.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Pleasure spikes through me as he sucks and nips and licks until I can’t help but lift my hips and buck against his mouth, wanting more and more of this sensation.

He stills, the liquid stops, and he lifts his mouth away.

“Wh—”

“You’re not going to come until I give you permission. I’m going to enjoy my dessert first.”

My nipples pucker, and arousal raises goose bumps along every inch of my skin.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

I don’t know who this senseless creature is who’s begging a man to keep pouring whiskey on her lady bits, but I honestly don’t care. I expect him to resume his actions, but he does something else, something completely unexpected.

He lowers the rim of the bottle to drag along my clit. The cool glass sends spikes of pleasure ripping through me.

He’s not going to . . . he wouldn’t . . . My imagination flies into a frenzy when he continues to drag the mouth of the bottle lower. And lower. It presses against my opening, but goes no further. He pulls the bottle away and presses it to his lips and drinks.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he sucks down the liquor, and my throat dries to dust. It seems he can read my every thought, because he lowers the whiskey and leans forward, pressing my legs toward my body.

The bottle hovers over my mouth.

“Open.”

He tilts it toward my lips, and I comply with his instructions in time for the whiskey to hit my tongue. I swallow until he stops the flow, and just when I’ve relaxed a fraction, he lowers again into his crouched position and a thick, blunt finger slides inside me without warning.

The liquor burns a path down to my belly, and red-hot need flares up from where he fills me. His dark eyes are locked on mine as he continues to thrust in and out with his finger and lowers his mouth to my clit.

And he feasts.

I’m riding high on the wave toward orgasm when a second finger pushes inside me for a moment before sliding lower.

Whoa. I flinch against the foreign feeling as his fingertip circles the pucker of my ass. I open my mouth to protest, but the sensation falls away and is replaced by his teeth nipping at my clit.

A moan rips from my throat as an orgasm rips through my body.

When I blink my eyes open, he’s standing over me. He must have lowered my legs from his shoulders, even though I didn’t realize it. His belt is undone, his pants are unzipped, and his hand is wrapped around a giant cock. I haven’t seen that many in real life, but even I can recognize a monster when I see it.

“You want my cock?”

The bold question takes me off guard. “Um . . .”

“I asked you a question.”

He’s stroking himself from root to tip, waiting for my answer.

I nod.

But that’s not enough for him.

“Tell me you want me to fuck that tight little cunt until you’re still feeling it tomorrow.”

“I—I want you to fuck me.”

The words feel so foreign on my tongue, even though it’s exactly what I wanted when I set foot in the bar. To find a man with enough confidence to give me exactly what I want. I just didn’t expect to find him.

“Not good enough. You were looking for a man tonight, that much was clear. So ask for what you really want.” He lowers his face to mine. “Because I’ll give you all that and more.”

I suck in a breath. He’s right. Tonight is about me taking something I want and banishing the guilt chasing me. I grab my courage and push up on my elbows, bend my knees, and let my legs fall open.

“I want to still be feeling you tomorrow.”

A devastating smile spreads across his face. “Good. Because you will.”

He kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants to the floor. I expect him to pounce on me, but he snatches up his pants and fishes his wallet out.

Shoot. I totally forgot to grab the condoms out of my drugstore bag in the bathroom. Apparently I’m not good at this whole one-night stand thing.

But since I probably won’t be doing it again anytime soon, I’m not going to worry about that. It’s just one more reason to get everything from this night I possibly can before letting it fade into a distant memory.

She’s sweetly submissive and everything I crave. Her inner battle between hesitation and need rages so strongly, I can see it in her eyes. It ratchets up my need to possess her . . . more than I remember ever wanting to possess something in a long, long time.

But that’s all the time for introspection we have, folks, because I’ve got a condom on my dick and the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted in front of me begging me to pound into it.