I whimper when he makes the first brush of his tongue over the wet seam of my lips. I’ve used vibrators and different styles of toys, but no product on this planet can perfectly mimic the feeling of a wet tongue. The orgasm is already creeping up inside me.
He uses his hands to open my legs apart even farther, baring me to him. I struggle against the rope, hating that I can’t run my fingers through his curls. I struggle to close my legs, nervous excitement tensing my muscles.
“I want to touch you,” I whine.
He chuckles against me, but doesn’t stop his tongue from ravishing me. The warm, wet brush of each stroke sends stars circling over my head. His short facial hair rubs against my skin, creating a delicious scrape of friction. He licks from the bottom all the way up to my clit before gently sucking on it. I’m ready to burst from pleasure and my oversensitive parts, my pussy pulsing with every erratic beat of my heart.
His fingers part my lips, fully exposing all my nerve endings to the cool air and him.
“Sam, Sam, Sam …” I pant, moaning his name.
He groans, the rumble sending shivers through my entire body. I’m getting closer to finishing, but I want it to keep going forever. If I’d known sex could feel like this, I would not have waited twenty-three years to try it.
His fingers knead my thighs, which are starting to tremble with my looming orgasm. His tongue licks, tastes, and sucks on my clit like I’m his favorite flavor of pudding, and he forgot a spoon.
“Right there, right there …” I tense up, my muscles going rigid as the waves of pleasure start to wash over me, one by one.
I detonate underneath him, wrestling against the rope as Sam continues devouring me with his tongue, even when I let out a scream as the best orgasm I’ve ever had courses through me.
The heat in my core throbs for a few blissful seconds as I try to regain my ability to think. I’m panting, my arm muscles screaming as the rest of my body sinks against the mattress.
He slowly pulls away, letting the cold air seep in and replace the warmth from his mouth. Goose bumps prickle the surface of my skin. He licks his lips, and mortification plunges through me when I see the shiny saliva and arousal around his mouth and in his facial hair. An overwhelming feeling of being naked, vulnerable, and exposed makes me squeeze my thighs together.
“I—that was … I don’t even know how to describe it.” I’m stammering and breathless.
He runs his eyes over my flushed skin. “How does it compare to the books?”
I narrow my gaze at him, and he laughs. He knows damn well the books can’t make me scream. I’m about to open my mouth to say it when the sound of the front door downstairs creaks open.
“Sam? Dolly?” Duke’s muffled voice travels up the stairs into the bedroom.
Sam’s face blanches as he practically leaps off the bed in a panic. He tries untying me, but the knot has tightened from me yanking against it.
“Shit, shit.”
Duke’s heavy footsteps are bounding up the stairs. Sam’s eyes are wide as he leans down to my face, cupping my cheek.
“I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Go! Shut the door!” I whisper-yell.
Just as I hear my brother reach the top of the stairs, Sam is slamming the door to his bedroom. It’s at the end of the hall, but I still hear their muffled voices as he attempts to sound casual.
“Hey. What’s up, man?”
“Hey. Where’s my sister?”
“Ah, I think she’s taking a nap. She didn’t sleep well at Holden and Rosie’s last night.”
My heart is racing. The uneven beats are nearly driving me into a panic attack. I try struggling against the rope, but it’s no use. Sam knows how to tie a damn knot—that’s for sure. I’ll never get out of this on my own.
I exhale slowly before drawing in a steady gulp of oxygen.
He wouldn’t come in here. Sam will distract him.
“I need to talk to her and you. It’s important—about the lawsuit,” Duke says.
“Go away, go away …” I whisper to myself, growing more panicked when I hear him getting closer.
