Chapter 266
**Sara**
Inside, nestled against black velvet, was a delicate gold chain with a pendant. The pendant was a small, intricately designed key that caught the light and sparkled.
"Oh," I breathed, all my sass evaporating.
"Not quite as funny as the emoji, but I thought you might like it better." His voice was soft, tender.
"It's beautiful." I traced my finger over the delicate key pendant, mesmerized by how it caught the light.
"Here, let me." Tom took the necklace from the box, his fingers brushing against mine.
I turned, pulling my hair aside as he draped the chain around my neck. The metal felt cool against my skin, starkly contrasting the heat radiating from his body. His fingers lingered at my nape, sending shivers down my spine.
"Perfect." His lips brushed against my shoulder. "Just like you."
"Smooth talker." I turned back to face him, the pendant nestled between my breasts. "Is this your way of making up for that emoji stunt?"
"Maybe." His hand slid up my thigh. "Is it working?"
"I don't know..." I pretended to consider it, even as his touch tinged my skin. "That was a lot of boxes."
His fingers inched higher. "I could make it up to you in other ways."
"Oh?" I spread my legs slightly, an invitation. "What did you have in mind?"
Instead of answering, he dipped his head to capture my nipple in his mouth again, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak. His hand continued its journey up my thigh, pushing under my skirt.
"Fuck," I gasped as his fingers found the wet spot on my panties.
"Still mad about the boxes?" He murmured against my breast, his fingers rubbing slow circles through the damp fabric.
"Yes- oh!" My hips bucked as he pushed my panties aside and slid a finger inside me.
"Liar." He added another finger, curling them just right. "Your pussy's telling me different."
I moaned, my hand finding his cock again. This time, he didn't pull away, groaning as I stroked him. "Maybe I just like making you work for it."
"Brat." He bit down gently on my nipple, making me cry out. His thumb found my clit, pressing and circling in the way he knew drove me crazy.
The pendant swayed between my breasts as I rocked against his hand. "You love it."
His response was to fuck me harder with his fingers, his mouth moving to my other breast. I could feel my orgasm building, my walls starting to flutter around his fingers.
"Tom," I panted, my hand speeding up on his cock. "I need-"
"What do you need?" His voice was rough with desire. "Tell me."
The bastard knew exactly what I needed but wanted to hear me say it.
I leaned in close to his ear, my voice a breathy whisper. "I need you to make me cum so hard I forget about all those fucking boxes."
His growl, in response, sent heat straight to my core. "Challenge accepted."
Before I could revel in the sensation of his fingers inside me, he suddenly stopped and pulled back. My hips bucked in protest, a whimper escaping my lips.
"What... why did you stop?" I stared at him with a mix of confusion and frustration. My body was wound so tight I could snap.
He gave me that infuriating, smug smile. "You want to get maximum pleasure, right?"
"Obviously," I shot back, my voice breathy and desperate.
"Then trust me." He lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest as he stood.
"Tom, what are you doing?" My confusion deepened as he carried me through the apartment. The ache between my legs hadn't lessened; in fact, it had grown more intense with the sudden halt.
He didn't answer; he just pushed open the sliding glass door to the balcony. The cool night air hit my heated skin like a refreshing slap. The balcony was large, wrapping around the corner of his apartment, and we'd had more than a few memorable moments out here.
Tom set me down gently at the railing. The city lights stretched out below us like a sea of twinkling stars, but my attention was entirely on him.
He leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that made my toes curl. It started soft and teasing, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before plunging inside to tangle with mine. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze dark and intense. "You trust me?"
"Always," I whispered back, my voice full of need.
"Good." His hands moved down to the hem of my skirt, lifting it slowly as he kissed a trail down my neck. My breathing quickened as he exposed more skin to the cool night air and his hot touch.
Before I could fully process what he was doing, he pulled away and started removing everything he had on. He took his time about it, too, each piece coming off with deliberate slowness that made me want to scream.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked with a grin as he stood before me completely naked.
"Immensely," I replied, my eyes roaming over every inch of him. His body was all hard lines and taut muscles, each one begging to be touched. "But you're not playing fair."
"Oh?" He stepped closer until our bodies were almost touching again. "How so?"
I let out an exaggerated sigh. "You keep stopping right when things get interesting."
"I promise I'll make it worth your while."
Before I could respond, his mouth was on my breasts again, sucking and nipping at my nipples until they were hard peaks. I gasped, arching into his touch, my body already aching for more.
"You're such a tease," I managed to choke out, even as my hands fisted in his hair, holding him to me.
He pulled back just enough to smirk at me. "You love it."
I rolled my eyes but didn't deny it. He knew me too well.
Tom spun me around to face the railing, the city lights sprawling out before us. His hands slid down my sides, catching the hem of my skirt and pulling it down, leaving me in nothing but my panties. The cool night air hit my bare ass, making me yelp.
"Fuck, Tom! It's cold out here."
He chuckled, his hands rubbing over my ass, warming the skin. "Don't worry. I'll keep you warm."
His fingers dipped between my legs, rubbing over the damp fabric of my panties. I bit my lip, stifling a moan as he pressed against my clit.
"Already so wet for me," he murmured. "You've been wanting this all night, haven't you?"
I pushed back against his hand, needing more pressure. "Shut up and keep going."
He laughed. "So demanding."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, pulling them aside to expose my pussy. I shivered, both from the cold and the anticipation. He ran a finger through my folds, spreading the wetness, before circling my clit.
"Fuck, Tom," I gasped, my hands gripping the railing tightly.
"You like that?" he growled. "You like it when I play with your pussy?"
I nodded, beyond words at this point. He slipped a finger inside me, pumping slowly as his thumb continued to circle my clit. I rocked against his hand, chasing the sensation.
"More," I demanded, my voice breathy.
He added another finger, stretching me, filling me. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as he fucked me with his fingers.
"That's it, Sara," he murmured, his voice hot against my ear. "Ride my hand. Show me how much you want it."
I moaned, my hips moving faster as I chased the high. Just as I was about to come, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching.
"What the fuck, Tom?" I snapped, looking back at him.
He just grinned, that infuriating, sexy grin, as he dropped to his knees behind me. "Patience."
Before I could argue further, his mouth was on me, his tongue licking a hot path through my folds.
I cried out, my hands gripping the railing so tightly my knuckles turned white. He licked and sucked, his fingers pumping in and out of me as his tongue worked magic on my clit.
"Oh God," I moaned, my body shaking with the intensity of it all. "Fuck, Tom. That feels so good."
His hum against me sent shockwaves through my body. I was so close, right on the edge. And then he pulled back again.
"Tom, I swear to God," I growled, looking back at him.
He just smirked, his face glistening with my wetness. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I turned, leaning back against the railing. He stood up, his cock hard and jutting out in front of him. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him, but he had other plans.
He grabbed my hips, spinning me around so I was facing the railing again. His hand came down hard on my ass, the smack echoing through the night air. I yelped, more from surprise than pain.
"What the fuck, Tom?"
He rubbed the spot he'd just smacked, soothing the sting. "You like it rough, don't you?"
I glared back at him, even as my pussy throbbed at his words. "Maybe."
He smacked my ass again, this time on the other cheek. I bit my lip, stifling a moan. Fuck, I did like it rough.
"Say it," he demanded. "Tell me you like it rough."
I hesitated, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But my body betrayed me, my pussy clenching at the thought of him taking me hard and fast.
"I like it rough," I admitted.
He growled, his fingers digging into my hips. "Good girl."
His hand slipped between my legs again, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed slow circles, building me up again. I rocked against his hand, my body aching for release.
"Please, Tom," I begged, not even caring that I was begging. "Please make me come."
He slipped his fingers inside me again, pumping in and out as his thumb worked my clit. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer.
"That's it," he murmured. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my hand."
And with that, I shattered, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my hands gripping the railing tightly as I rode out the high.
Tom kept his fingers inside me, pumping slowly as I came down, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.
"Fuck, Tom," I breathed, looking back at him. "That was..."
He grinned, that smug, sexy grin. "Worth the wait?"
"Maybe."
He laughed, pulling his fingers out of me and bringing them to his mouth. He licked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. Fuck, that was hot.
"Be right back," he said, disappearing into the apartment.
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