Lauren’s back against the wall, I dropped to my knees and hiked that blood-quickening excuse for a dress over her waist, and I found pale pink panties waiting for me. “Are these for my benefit, Miss Halsted?”
Her shoulders squared, she gazed down at me with a solemn expression. “I can’t imagine why you’d think that, Mr. Walsh.”
“Filthy, filthy girl,” I said. The silky fabric slipped to her ankles and I hooked her leg over my shoulder, her laughter ringing around us. Her fingers dug into my hair when my tongue swiped her bare folds, and it was everything I craved about her—her taste, her sounds, her shivers.
“We should go-ooo,” Lauren moaned. I glanced up at her from my knees but kept my tongue fused to her clit. “You really need to get dressed.”
Lauren halfheartedly pushed away from the wall, and I tightened my grip on her ass. I growled against her before looking up again. “Is this not working for you? Your pussy seems to be enjoying it.”
The conflict was clear in her eyes, and I wondered whether I should feel the same, but I didn’t understand what she found so problematical. I didn’t see what could be wrong with this when we both wanted it, and we knew the rules of the game.
Her fingers curled around my hair, pulling me closer, directing me where she needed me, all while she shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
“That’s bullshit. Now stay right here,” I said. “I know what you need.”
“And what’s that?” Her fingers attacked a knot in my shoulder while I returned to her folds, nipping and licking until we were both breathing hard.
I wanted her obscene words, but I knew if I asked for them they’d take over, and there were a few things I wanted to know before that happened.
“You need to be fucked properly, and I sincerely doubt anyone’s ever done that for you.” Two fingers pushed inside her, and her body immediately found its rhythm. “At least not before last night.”
“Oh really?”
I nodded, my tongue teasing her. Last night with Lauren was indescribable. It redefined everything I knew about sex, adding layers of complexity and connection I never thought possible. And then there was her quietly obvious inexperience, and the unrestricted trust she placed in my hands. She was far from pure, but fuck, she was innocent.
“I knew last night. Either no one’s ever gone down on you before, or you’ve never come from it. Which one is it?”
Lauren’s head fell against the wall and her eyes closed, and for several minutes, the only sounds were her frantic murmurs and pleas for more. Then she ran her hands through my hair, canted my head to meet her eyes, and said, “You were my first.”
“I like that.” My tongue pressed against Lauren’s clit, and I felt her orgasm pulsating around my fingers. In the distance I could hear her speaking, feel her clawing at my shoulders, but all I could hear wasmine, mine, mine.It was the only thing I heard when Miss Halsted was around.
“Get up here,” she demanded, her hand twisted tight around my hair.
That bossy girl.
As I stood, she tore the towel from my waist, closed her hand around me, and scraped her teeth over my earlobe. She whispered, “Why do you like it?”
Her grip tightened and I groaned against her neck, my hips pumping into her hand. The sequined dress bunched under her breasts, and I wanted it gone, out of sight. Once the zipper was down, I yanked it over her head and it joined my towel and her panties on the floor. “I don’t want anyone else tasting your sweet pussy. It’s just for me.”
“You’re such a caveman,” she hissed. “Why do I like that so fucking much?”
“It doesn’t have to make sense, sweetness. Just enjoy it.”
Lauren’s knees tightened around my hips, and she dragged me through her slit. I shuddered, and bucked into her hand with a sharp grunt.
“How many other girls do you have drinks with?”
My teeth pressed against her collarbone, and I growled. “How many times have I told you there are no others?”
She smiled, offering a small shrug. “I’m on the pill. Are you going to give me herpes or anything gross like that?”
“What? No, no, definitely not—”
Her fist tightened around me, drawing me into her heat. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m fucking sure, Laur—” Before I could say anything else, she aimed my cock at her entrance, pressed her heels into my ass, and I was inside her.
Bare.
