“Tell me more about this clitometer.” I drop down beside her on the bed, making myself comfortable as I lean back against the stack of Sailor Moon pillows and stretch my legs out next to hers.
Our thighs brush and she immediately scoots away.
“There’s not much to tell,” she says through gritted teeth. “It’s exactly what it sounds like.”
“A rating system for how aroused you get while reading the book.”
It’s a statement, not a question, and though I didn’t think it was possible, her face gets even redder.
Which is ridiculous, given that just a few weeks ago I publicly devoured her pussy.
My mouth waters at the memory of Sutton’s taste and the way her arousal coated my tongue.
So fucking sweet.
If I’m not careful, I’m going to have a full-blown hard-on soon.
But since I’ve never known what’s good for me, I hit rewind on the audio book, roll onto my side, and press play.
Dirty talk fills the room and Sutton’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t tell me to turn it off.
We listen in silence as the male narrator pleasures his partner, licking and sucking and biting until she’s begging for release.
Sutton stares straight ahead, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from her if I wanted to. I’m like a junkie needing a fix, and I watch in fascination as her breathing accelerates, her breasts rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The dude in the book slaps his partner’s ass and Sutton’s lips part, her eyelids falling to half-mast as she curls her fingers in her lap. That’s when I notice her thighs are clenched together, the laptop balanced precariously atop them.
The sight of her coiled tight with need is so damn hot, I’m sporting a full erection by the time the woman in the book cries out, her sounds of pleasure so much like Sutton’s the night behind the church.
I close the laptop and slide it off her lap and onto the bed.
“I haven’t been able to think about anything but the taste of you on my lips since I walked into this room,” I admit, voice thick. “Hell, since the night of the Sig Chi party.”
She shifts onto her side and props her chin up on her hand, turning the full force of those gorgeous brown eyes on me. She says nothing, but that’s okay, because I’m not finished.
“For the last four weeks, you’ve ruled my thoughts, and I’m not too proud to admit I want another taste.” I cup her cheek and drag my thumb across her lower lip. “If that’s not something you want, you should tell me now.”
Sutton leans into my touch, eyes drifting closed.
Thank fuck.
I close the distance between us and brush my lips against hers.
The kiss is soft and gentle, a spark on the verge of combustion.
She melts against me and a quiet, hungry sound shatters the silence. Then she’s gripping the front of my shirt, pulling me closer as she deepens the kiss, her tongue prodding at the entrance of my mouth, demanding more.
Eager to meet the challenge, I tangle my fingers in her hair, wrapping the thick blue tendrils around my fist.
My hard-on strains against the soft fabric of my joggers and I slip my free arm under her body, rolling her on top of me. I position her astride my cock, groaning at the instant friction our bodies create. I want her to know exactly what she does to me, how fucking hard she makes me.
“You feel that, Shorty? It’s all you.”
She rolls her hips in response, sending a bolt of desire straight to my balls.
Christ. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. My body hums with energy, adrenaline and lust pulsing through my veins.
I cup the firm, round globes of her ass, trying to slow her down, but she rolls her hips again, the taut muscles of her thighs gripping me tight.
Sutton has an incredible body. I’ve always known that, but seeing it in action…
