“Watch me,” he said and then waited until I lifted my head enough to see him between my legs. “That’s a good girl.”
Given another moment, I’d come up with a cocky retort, but he didn’t give me time. His tongue flicked out again, and it was everything I could do to keep myself positioned on my elbows while watching Pierce feast on me as if he hadn’t eaten in a week.
My knees trembled, and I fought the desire to drop to the bed and close my eyes again. His thick sandy brown hair called to me and I ran my fingers through it, holding on to his head and keeping him in place. Pierce chuckled, and the vibrations caused my pelvis to jerk.
“Shit,” I said in a half shout, half moan combination.
He’d brought me so close, one more sweep of his tongue and I would fall over the edge.
I lifted my pelvis, wanting the grand finale, but Pierce stopped.
He raised his head, and his lips were coated. Any other point my life it may have embarrassed me, but on him it only caused me to grow hotter. “Why were you at Frankie’s tonight?”
More questions? “Um…”
“Katy,” he said, trying to draw an answer out for me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to answer, but I couldn’t figure out how to make words. “If you want more of this, you need to answer me.”
He played a shit game, bringing a woman so close and then taking it away as an interrogation tactic. I scowled. I did have a slight obsession with Pierce and his tongue. In my mouth, below, anywhere.
“What was the question again?” I asked. Better to continue and get this out of the way so we’d both get a reward.
“Why were you at Frankie’s house?” he asked with a smirk that I loved to hate on him.
“I was asking questions,” I said and repositioned myself, ready for him to get back to work.
Pierce’s finger dove deep inside me, and I sighed in pleasure, but he did nothing else. “Are you sleeping with Frankie?”
“No,” I answered and then gasped as he used another finger. His tongue flattened against my clit and he licked.
Hell yes.
But then it stopped.
“For fuck’s sake, Pierce.” If I didn’t come soon, I’d combust.
He laughed. “Do you want to?”
Ugh. “Want to what?” Have his tongue on me? Yes!
“Focus, Katy.” He lightly slapped the side of my leg. “Do you want to sleep with Frankie?”
My nose crinkled at the idea. Frankie was a nice guy, but he wasn’t my type. “No, Pierce.” He rewarded me with another deep lick and then his fingers joined the party, and I settled back onto my elbows and my orgasm rebuilt.
I needed to say something more, though it felt like in that moment I needed to be truthful with Pierce. His head dipped between my legs, and he went back to work, but I needed him to know. “It’s only been you since Christmas. Can you say the same?” I narrowed my eyes but didn’t take them away from the sight of Pierce eating me out.
He raised head for a moment, making eye contact, and the sides of his lips inched upward before he lowered his head again in the next moment. “Yes.”
He flattened his tongue again in one of my favorite movements. Then his finger found the spot deep inside me and I lost control. My nipples tingled, and I thought about how I wanted him to suck on them again, but it was too late because my legs froze as one of the strongest orgasms washed over me, throwing me back to the bed.
“Fuck!” I yelled, glad Pierce lived alone.
My body vibrated, but I couldn’t move. In the next second, while still trying to get a handle on my breathing, Pierce lay beside me. He curled my body around his shoulder and then draped his arm over my stomach.
With what little energy I had left, I flipped my head to the side of the pillow and stared at him. “Are we going to have sex?”
He gave a half-shrug with only one shoulder since the other was against the mattress. “You said no sex.”
Sure, I may have said it, but I didn’t mean it. Well, I meant it earlier, but not at that particular moment. By now I definitely wanted the sex.
