His palms grazed up her thighs to the elastic of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the sides, and she leaned from side to side so that he could slide them from under her ass and down. She swallowed the urge to cover herself as silk rolled in on itself and over her pussy, revealing the wet evidence of her lust. For him.
Dragging her panties down her legs, he let them drop around her heels. “Ah, Legs, is that all for me?”
She squeezed her thighs together. “I don’t see anyone else here.”
He curled his fingers around one ankle and hooked the heel of her sandal on the outer edge of the top wrung. He repeated the action with her other heel and returned his hands to the top of his thighs.
Lifting her panties to his nose, he inhaled. “I love the way you smell. Like fresh berries.”
He stuffed her panties into his front pants pocket. “Lean against the wall.”
With the ladder’s back feet wedged against the baseboard, there was a bit of space between her and the sheetrock, so complying was somewhat awkward, but she managed.
“Now, open for me.” The command was deep, gravelly, and gave her the courage to break free of the fragile hold her fear still claimed.
You want this. And it’s only third base.
Slowly, Jo let her legs fall open.
“Fuck.” His fists clenched. His nostrils flared. The tip of his tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip, then disappeared. “Such a pretty peach.”
Her pussy clenched, and she steeled herself as arousal trickled from her opening. And still, she couldn’t stop watching him.
Chase had gone down on her a few times, reluctantly and only in the dark. She’d been self-conscious the entire time, so much so that she’d found herself wishing it was over.
Yet with Avery…oh god, with Avery…
Remembering his instructions from the fantasy he’d built Saturday night, she filled her hands with her breasts and teased her thumbs over her hard nipples.
His gaze flew to hers, and one corner of his mouth curled upward. “Tell me what you want.”
As if he doesn’t know.
“Come on, fuckboy, show me whatcha got.”
His tongue flicked over his bottom lip again, but when he rose onto his knees, he zeroed in on her other breast, as if it had somehow called out to him, needing the same attention he’d given its twin.
Back against the wall, she arched into his mouth and almost toppled. She grappled for balance and found it once again in the silky waves at the base of his skull. As good as it felt, that wasn’t where she wanted him.
Urging him lower, she sighed when he didn’t resist and let her direct him lower. “I need—”
“Don’t worry, Legs. I know what you want.” He nuzzled her ribs. “You’ve been thinking about it this whole time, haven’t you?”
Down, down, down he went, nipping, licking, kissing, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. The destruction of her sanity. Her breasts rose and fell, each ragged breath confessing the loss.
At the crest of her mound, he lingered, his warm breath teasing her clit. “Talk to me, Legs. Let me hear you talk dirty.”
Tilting her hips upward to meet his mouth, silently begging, she shook her head.
His tongue dipped between her folds at the very top then retreated. “You want me to…”
“Eat my…peach.” She sucked in a long breath, then expelled it on a moan as the flat of his tongue laved from slit to clit. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Avery, fuck.”
He grunted his approval and began a slow exquisite torture, circling, sucking, triggering electrical pulses in her pussy that streaked like lightning down her thighs. Her toes curled. The storm building inside her loomed just out of reach.
A finger rimmed her entrance, and her head snapped up. “No.”
She tried to squeeze her legs together, but she was wedged between his shoulders and the wall. She’d never been penetrated by anything other than a tampon. Not a dildo, not her own fingers, and certainly no part of Chase’s anatomy. Not even during the delicious phone sex with Avery.
