“Later, I’m gonna take you home and show you what it means to be worshiped,” I promised, meeting her stormy blue eyes. “But right now, I need to taste you, and it can’t wait.”
I carried her to the back of the bar, right into the storeroom. Cody would forgive me for what we were about to do in his space. He understood what it was like to have a mate you couldn’t get enough of. I needed Summer with a desperation I couldn’t control.
“What are we doing, Boone?” Summer giggled, glancing around.
Fuck, that sound. No fear, but joy.
“I just need to taste you, baby,” I growled, my mouth watering. “I need to hear you call my name when you come. Then I’ll be safe enough to drive you home. Or to my cabin if you wanna see it.”
I gently set her feet down on the concrete floor and then dropped to my knees in front of her, unbuttoning her shorts. With my thumbs hooked in the waistband, I yanked them and her fishnets down to her knees.
She squealed. “Oh my God, Boone!”
I looked up at her with what I knew must be glowing with eyes. “You okay, baby? Permission to lick your pussy until you scream?”
The scent of her now was stronger. She was very aroused. Ready.
I held her thighs between my two hands, and I could feel them tremble with desire.
“P-permission granted.” The pupils of her blue eyes were blown wide, and her skin was flushed a lovely peach pink.
Leaning forward, I licked into her, aggressively.
Fuck, yes. The scent. The taste.
Mine.
I went at that pussy like a starved man on his first meal in weeks. I sucked her labia into my mouth, laved her flesh with my tongue. I explored every millimeter of her sweet pussy, ending up at the clit.
She was dripping wet, her honey already soaking my beard. It was easy to shove one thick digit inside her.
She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, her ass and back hitting the beer boxes stacked against the wall.
“That’s it, baby.” I praised her as I pumped my finger in and out of her tight channel. Watching her from my knees was so powerful. I was giving her pleasure. She was taking it, trusting me with her body. “You look so pretty when you’re ready to come.” No, that didn’t do her justice. “You are the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth.”
That was fact.
I rolled my tongue over her clit and found her G spot on the inner wall inside her. I curled my finger to stroke it the way I’d learned the night before she liked as I licked, loving the way her panting cries grew more frantic.
“Like that, baby? Do you want it there?” I asked, making sure she guided me the way she wanted. I was her servant of pleasure.
“Yes! Yes, Boone, right there.” Her voice bounced off the concrete walls of the small room.
I added a second finger and pumped them, angling my hand, so the pads of my fingertips hit that G spot every time.
She screamed, grabbing my wrist to hold my hand still as she gushed fluid around it. “Oh, oh!” Her walls clenched in a quick pulsing action, squeezing and spasming around my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. I love it when you come for me.”
She grew even wetter, as if my praise turned her on. I made a mental note to make sure I praised the fuck out of her every chance I got. I was cataloguing everything that made her happy. Made her wet. Made her come.
Hell, every fucking thing about her.
I eased my fingers out and put them in my mouth, savoring the taste of her juices. I couldn’t get enough.
Carefully, I pulled up her fishnet tights then her shorts, zipping and buttoning them. Then I stood, leaned down so I could nuzzle her neck. “I fucking love making you come,” I breathed in her ear then bit it. “Will you come home with me tonight?”
“Yes,” she answered immediately. No hesitation. No fear. Thank fuck.
