Screw it.
“There’s a perfectly good counter right—”
I didn’t even get the words out before Titan’s hands dropped to the hem of my tank top and tore it over my head.
“No bra? Jesus. You’ve been prancing around here with no bra on and I didn’t even realize it.”
My breasts—sans bra as Titan had pointed out—were high and firm and didn’t need much more support than the shelf built into my tank. And they were also covered by his hands. His big, clever hands. A low moan rose in my throat as he rolled my nipples between his fingers and tugged.
“You have the sexiest damn nipples. So responsive. You love when I play with them, don’t you?”
Loath to admit I liked anything about Titan, I refused to respond. Instead, I let my hips rock toward him.
“Answer me, Yve, or I’ll stop.”
“Shut it, Titan. Don’t ruin this.”
His eyes lit with challenge. “You’re going to beg me. I swear it.”
“I guess we’ll see about that.”
“You will if you want to come,” he promised as he released my breasts and gripped my waist.
I didn’t even have time to open my mouth before I was seated on the counter next to the register. If I hadn’t known how solid the thing was, I might have protested that I’d crack it with my weight.
Titan was unbuttoning my shorts and tugging them off before my brain had caught up with the situation. And I didn’t care. I let my brain turn off, deciding that thinking was definitely overrated in this situation. I was going on age-old instinct here.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered him.
“Excuse me?” Titan asked, spreading my knees and stepping between them. His fingers caught in the thin waistband of my thong and stretched it.
“I said, get on your knees. Was I not clear?” Power surged through me. “I want your face between my legs.”
“Oh, Yve.” Titan wrapped his fist around the waistband of my panties. “I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” He tugged and they snapped.
The heat that had already been pooling between my legs turned molten. “Just get on your knees, Titan. Maybe then we’ll see if you can make me beg.”
To my shock, he complied. He tossed my panties to the side, pressed his hands to the counter on either side of my hips, and lowered himself to the floor in front of me.
He was tall, and the counter put me at the perfect height. Titan knocked my flip-flops off and lifted my feet one at a time so they were pressed flat on the glass and I was spread wide—no secrets left. My balance shifted and I rocked back.
“Hold on,” he said, rising up momentarily to wrap my palms around the edge of the counter by my feet. When he had me situated how he wanted me, he lowered his mouth to my center—and didn’t hold back.
Lips, teeth, tongue. He tasted me, feasted on me, and within minutes I was writhing on the checkout counter of my store.
Usually I didn’t come easily. With most men, I had to force myself into the moment and push away any distractions. But with Titan, I shot straight to the edge of no return every time without difficulty.
I started to moan. “I’m—”
“Going to beg,” he finished as he pulled his mouth away and his tongue left my clit.
“Why are you stopping?” My words came out on harsh, panting breaths, and my frustration was impossible to miss.
“Because you’re not begging yet.”
“Get back down there and finish the job, damn it.”
Titan’s hands slid up my thighs, coasting and gripping until he spread my pussy lips and lowered his mouth again.
My body breathed a sigh of relief until he stopped an inch away.
“Beg me to eat this beautiful pussy until you come.”
“Go to hell!”
He shifted, sliding a finger inside me.
Oh. God. I needed more. Right now. I was hanging on the edge and didn’t want to lose my grip on this orgasm. It was huge, intense, and so, so close.
“Just—”
“Ask me nicely, Yve.”
“I hate you,” I swore.
“This has nothing to do with hate and everything to do with dominance. We laid out the rules of this little game, and you agreed. I came tonight at your whim, and I fulfilled my side of the bargain. I told you what you have to do. Just give me one damn word and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Go to—”
He thrust a second finger inside me, twisting and crooking them to hit my G-spot.
“Oh my God.” I was tumbling toward the edge. He wouldn’t be able to stop me, couldn’t hold me back. I’d get what I needed from Titan and . . .
He pulled his fingers out and stepped away. No part of him was touching any part of me, and I wanted to scream.
“You’re such an asshole,” I said, releasing my grip on the counter and reaching for my clit.