Before she could respond, he dipped his head down and caught her nipple through her shirt, making her whimper when he let it slide through his teeth and caught it again, doing the same after.
Heat swarmed inside her belly, and she moaned softly when he started licking the sensitive bud through her shirt and trailed kisses up her chest and gently started devouring her neck.
“Paris…” she moaned. “Paris… Oh, god.”
And his hand trailed down her leg—to her thigh—and lightly started stroking up toward her heat and back again, making her back arch as she started burning worse down there.
“Have you never done this before?” he whispered with a smoky tone, leaning up and kissing her lips gently before continuing the strokes on her inner thigh. “You’ve never been kissed before?”
“Kissed, yeah, that, no…” she moaned, trying to shift. “Fuck, please stop doing that to me.”
“Doing what?”
“It burns,” she breathed. “It hurts.”
“Does it?”
“Paris!”
“I said I’d punish you,” he stated. “Is this not a punishment?”
“Paris, please,” she begged, sliding her hands to touch herself but he only caught her wrists, pinning them both above her head.
“Ah—ah,” he said, “I can’t let you do that.”
She wiggled painfully from under him. “Please, just fucking touch me already!”
“Mmm…” he said, “nah. But I can give you more kisses, would you like that?”
“Touch me,” she writhed from under him, “please, stop that.”
He only started teasing her nipples with his mouth again.
“Paris! Fucking God! Stop being so cruel!”
He only pressed his mouth to hers, silencing her cries.
Right as he lowered himself further, a knock cascaded on the bedroom door, making them part in shock.
Riley panted from under him, eyes shaded over with lust, and he smiled.
“I’m mean,” he told her. “This is what happens when you use that tone with me. Did you learn your lesson?”
She nodded, breathing harshly from under him.
The knock came again, making he smile replace with an annoyed look.
“Fuck. Such horrible timing.”
Another knock.
“One second!” he called to them, looking down at Riley as she shivered from under him.
Thinking she was cold, he lifted himself up and got off her, covering her in the layers of blankets as she stared up at him.
Like she’d never felt this way before.
He chuckled. “It sucks, doesn’t it? But I’ll be one second.”
She nodded.
He then got off the bed and made his way to her door, prying it open to reveal Veo standing there.
“I was in the middle of something,” Paris said. “What is it?”
“I—sorry, sir, but….” He whispered something in Paris’s ear.
Veo gazed over at Riley and then back at Paris again.
Paris rubbed a hand down his face, exhaling a curse. “Yeah,” he said, “thanks. Get it ready for us, okay? I’m not leaving her, you should know.”
He nodded and walked off.
Paris looked to Riley as she sat up on the bed, wrapping the blankets over herself.
She eyed him curiously as he stepped over to her.
“What’s wrong?” she said.
“We need to move rooms,” was all Paris explained.
“Why…?”
“Just come with me without fighting or you know what happens,” he said, lifting her up until he could carry her outside the room.
