Chapter 174: Raw and Unpolished (2)
Georgia’s POV
I leaned in, close enough for him to think I’d kiss him—but instead, I let the tip of my tongue graze his lower lip, slow and teasing.
His eyes flickered in surprise, anticipation burning there, but just when he leaned forward, I pulled back with a playful giggle that slipped out in the sexiest way I knew how.
He reached up, about to cup my face, but I caught his hands mid-air and pushed them gently back against the sofa. I pinned them there, my lips hovering close to his ear. "Don’t move... or I’ll stop," I whispered, letting my voice drip with seduction as I began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. "You’re being a naughty girl, huh?" he rasped.
"Yes..." I whispered back with a grin, "Because you told me it’s up to me. So stay right where you are."
Nick bit his lower lip, his eyes dark with hunger, roaming over me like he was already stripping me bare with just his gaze.
I left his shirt hanging open instead of removing it, my hands sliding lower until they reached his belt. With a swift flick, I unbuckled it, and my fingers brushed over the hardness straining inside his pants. My breath hitched at the heat and firmness beneath my touch.
"So hard..." I murmured, almost to myself, as I stroked him lightly through the fabric. His breathing quickened, chest rising and falling faster with each second.
"You’re killing me, Georgia..." Nick groaned, his head falling back against the sofa.
I only smiled, teasing him with a slow drag of my hand before slipping away, standing tall in front of him. With willful slowness, I tugged my blouse over my head and dropped it to the floor, letting him drink me in with those ravenous eyes.
With a sly grin, I reached behind and unhooked my bra. Leaning forward, I let the movement of my breasts tease his face as I grabbed his wrists and guided them behind him.
Before he could react, I looped the bra around his hands and tied it tight, locking him in place. His lips brushed my skin, just barely grazing, but I pulled back before he could take more.
"Okay..." Nick muttered, his voice low, like a threat wrapped in desire. "You like this, huh? You better be prepared for what happens next."
I tugged the knot tighter, making sure he couldn’t easily slip free.
"Ow—too tight!" he hissed, grimacing, but I only laughed.
"Are you scared now that you’re the one bound?" I teased, cocking my head at him. "You did this to me, remember?"
"That’s different!" he shot back, narrowing his eyes in protest.
I leaned in close until my lips hovered over his ear and whispered, "Relax, babe. I got you." Then I winked, watching his eyes roll in mock annoyance—even as I felt the tension in his body betray just how much he loved every second of this game.
I stood up slowly, letting the anticipation hang in the air, and slid my skirt down my legs. I left only my black lace panties on—and thank God I chose something tempting today.
Nick’s eyes locked on me instantly, his gaze dark and hungry, his chest rising and falling faster with each second.
"Come here, baby," he rasped. "Kiss me..."
But instead of giving him what he wanted, I sank to my knees between his legs. His breath hitched the moment I tugged his pants low, just enough to set his aching desire free. My hands pressed gently against his thighs as I leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against his tip. His sharp hiss made me smile wickedly.
I trailed featherlight kisses along his length, one after another, until his groans filled the room.
"Stop teasing me, Georgia," he growled, voice strained. "I feel like I’m going to explode..."
A laugh escaped me as I rose back up, my lips pressing a hot trail from his chest to his neck, to his jaw, and finally grazing his ear. "You’re too worked up," I whispered, my breath fanning against his skin. "Be patient."
"Damn it, babe," he muttered, his hands twitching against their restraint. "I’m always aroused when I’m with you. Kiss me."
"Okay..." I breathed, letting my tongue dance over his neck before gliding down to his chest, circling his nipple until he shuddered.
"Georgia..." His voice was ragged, almost broken. "You’re making me harder. You’ll pay for this later, I swear..."
I only grinned, keeping my eyes on his as I slid my tongue down his shaft, from base to tip, before taking him into my mouth with a sudden, hard suck. I pulled back with a wet pop, and the sound made him groan out loud, his head rolling back in surrender.
"Ahh, fuck..."
When his gaze finally snapped back to me, something inside him had shifted. His eyes burned darker, hotter—like I had just awakened the devil inside him.
I wrapped my arms tighter around his hips and took him deep into my mouth, my tongue teasing every inch of him while my hands roamed across the small of his back. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"God..." he hissed, his voice breaking into a growl. "So fucking good... don’t stop... more..."
The sound of his pleasure only spurred me on. I licked him wet, slick and glistening, until an idea crossed my mind, something I never thought I’d be bold enough to try.
I pulled back just enough to squeeze my breasts together around his length, trapping him in their softness, and gave him a wicked smile. "Will this feel good?" I whispered, before flicking my tongue over his tip and sliding my breasts up and down his hardness.
Nick’s entire body jerked, his head falling back against the sofa, a strangled groan tearing from his throat. Then his gaze snapped back to me, blazing with desperation and hunger.
"Georgia..." he growled, his voice almost feral. "Free me... free me now!"