“Beg me,” he taunts.
“I don’t beg.”
“Okay.” He dives back in, wicked with restraint, tormenting me until I can’t take it anymore. Until I break.
“Dice.” Damn him. “Please… let me come. Please. I need it so bad.”
He lifts his head, teeth flashing in a satisfied grin. “I got you,Web.”
He grabs my ass then and devours me. His tongue is ravenous, thrusting, circling, lashing my throbbing clit in a ruthless rhythm.
My hips buck wildly, toes curling, lungs heaving. The first spasm hits and an avalanche follows, crashing down, shaking me apart. I scream his name, my body jerking as I come hard against his face.
“Don’t stop,” I sob, and he doesn’t.
Two fingers slide inside me, curling, finding that sweet spot, fucking me deep while his tongue laps me through it and keeps going. I come again, this one all the more keening and intense, leaving me breathless. And so tender and primed that another flick of his tongue takes me over again. I squeeze my thighs around him, completely undone. Wiped out.
When the last of the tremors finally ease, I collapse against the bed.
He slides up beside me, his hand warm on my thigh. Soothing. Gentling me.
My body hums. My eyes close.
He murmurs something.
But I’m already drifting.
I feel him press a kiss to my shoulder.
And that’s the last thing I remember.
Chapter Thirteen
Dice
The word you’re looking for is orgasms.
Adull sound nudges me from sleep. I stir. There’s a warm weight on my chest. Soft. Feels like something I don’t want to wake up from.
Then it all clicks.
Lot.
I open my eyes. Her head rests on my left pec, cheek pressed against my bare skin. Her body’s tucked into my side, one breast flush against my ribs, her arm across my stomach, leg bent over mine, knee dangerously close to my morning wood. Although, the fact that I’ve spent the night with Lot all on me probably has more to do with it than the morning.
Her face is relaxed in sleep. A beautiful portrait of gold, brown, and pink. That sassy mouth slightly parted, drawing slow, even breaths. A mouth I had kissed for the first time last night. And it had been the best kiss of my life, bar none. It’s as if every kiss before herwere merely campfires. But this? A whole damn blaze. She was all silky heat and combustible energy. I never wanted anyone more.
I tried to pace myself, keep things slow. But when I discovered she was naked beneath that dress, fuck slow. I wanted to eat her up and go back for seconds. And I did. She was hot and wet and getting her off—three times—was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. I gave her a moment to catch her breath, planning to rouse her for round four. But the orgasms must have knocked her out because the next thing I knew she was dead asleep. I should be flexing with pride. Instead, my chest is all twisted up watching her.
The dull sound comes again, yanking me from feelings I don’t want to examine too closely. An alarm from Lot’s phone. I gently nudge her, mindful of where her knee is. I place a hand on it for good measure.
“Lot?”
She doesn’t move. Still out cold.
“Lot?” I try again, louder, giving her a firmer shake.
She lets out a disgruntled groan, then tenses like she’s suddenly realized her body’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. She bats at my hand just as her eyes start to blink open, bleary at first, until I come into focus. Then her mouth twists into a snarl. “Why am I—” She cuts herself off mid-sentence as she registers she’s in my bed, naked, sprawled across me like a cat in sunlight.
