“I know, sweet Molly girl, but I asked you if you wanted me to stop or keep going…”
The thing is, if he doesn’t do what I think he’s going to do,then I might lose my ever-loving mind. So I grit my teeth and push out the words.
“Do it, you prick.”
He closes his lips around my clit, tonguing me as his fingers start to work in a slow rhythm with his mouth.
Oh, God, oh God… I never… This… The breath swoops into me on a high, making me tingle and the sensations his tongue blooms inside of me.
I never slept with Topher. We stopped seeing each other not long after the date that ended with us naked and touching each other. I just…couldn’t…
He liked me. Was nice to me. Still is.
We’re friends and dance partners. He respects me.
And now here I am, coming apart at the hands of a man who doesn’t respect me at all. Who isn’t nice, who doesn’t even like me.
For this man, I’d claw the clothes off my own body, then his.
I’d devour him.
“Oh, sweet Lord…” The words are a moan I can’t control. I ripple with need and desire. I throb with a glorious pleasure that curls in and hungers for me.
He sucks and licks, his teeth the lightest most gorgeous scrape, and my body starts to come apart. There’s an exquisite high note that makes me fly and then a deep beat starts within. It’s too much, it’s not enough.
I shatter, shaking an orgasm that bowls through me and he slowly fingers me some more, sucking light on my clit until I’m twitching. Then he withdraws. Pushes back in, massaging on the outside of my clit with his thumb. I jump and twitch and clench as he wrings the last drops from me.
Finally, he stops, pulls his fingers free, lightly bites my inner thigh causing another sliver of pleasureto penetrate me.
“Fucking delicious, Molly girl.”
He stands and walks away. As I come back to Earth, there’s an itch so much deeper than the one he scratched, something needing to be fed and I want…I don’t know… More. Something else?
Him to…to what?
I suck in my breath, and shut that thought trail down.
Somewhere behind me water runs, and when he comes back, he isn’t looking at my face, he’s?—
“Cover me and let me go,” I say, pushing the words with as much harshness that I can muster.
He sighs, then flips the dress back down. “You know, one of the reasons I kissed you in the car was to sell your mother on you misbehaving, getting out there, meeting up with that Liam guy?—”
“Leon.”
He shrugs. “Liam’s too good a name for the bastard, if y’ask me. But I wanted you mussed up, like I’d saved your virginity.”
I jerk in my chair. How does he know I’m a virgin? I never told him.
He studies me, eyes narrowed as he puts his hands on either side of my shoulders on the chair. “But I didn’t count on just how cold your mother is.”
“We don’t get along. She doesn’t like me much.” My lips twist. “I’ve always been closer with my dad.”
“Self-serving is how I’d describe her.”
My shoulders hunch. Pretty much on target there. “Untie me, please.”
“Come on, Molly,” he says, kissing me. He tastes like me, smells like me mixed with him. “We’re going home.”
