Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Maybe I do.”
A laugh slips out of me. Dark. Hungry. “Smart mouth.”
I drag my hand down her stomach and pop the button on her jeans. The zipper goes slow on purpose because I want her squirming. And yeah. She does. Beautifully.
“You get turned on just from me looking at you,” I tell her. “You don’t even try to hide it.”
I shove my hand inside her jeans, past her panties, and find her soaked. My breath stutters out of me like a curse. “Fuck. You’re dripping.”
She tries to bite back a moan and fails, head falling back, lips parted like she can’t remember how to breathe.
“That’s it,” I whisper, sliding two fingers through her heat. “Let me hear you.”
I rub slow at first, just enough pressure to make her shake. Then harder. Deeper. Her hips jerk and she clutches at me like she’s about to fly apart.
Her eyes find mine, blown wide and desperate.
“Blade,” she gasps. “Please.”
I grin against her chest, teeth grazing her nipple. “Yeah. Beg for it.”
I’m done teasing.
I sit up on my knees and drag her jeans down her hips, slow enough to watch every inch of skin appear. She lifts for me without a word, like her body already knows the rules. Her panties follow, and I tug them down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor with zero ceremony. She’s bare. Gorgeous. Mine.
I take a second just to look at her. Her thighs trembling. Her pussy glistening for me. The kind of sight that makes every rational thought go up in smoke.
“Look at you,” I breathe out. My voice sounds wrecked. “Already ready for me.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t try to hide. She spreads a little wider and that alone nearly takes me out. I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her closer until her heat is right under my mouth.
She gasps. “Blade…”
“Shh.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, slow and soft. “I got you.”
My nose brushes where she’s soaked, and I swear my self-control snaps like a cheap zipper. I lick her once. Slow. Deep. Taste her like I’ve been starving.
She cries out, fingers instantly in my hair again, thighs clamping around my head like she’s scared I’ll stop. Joke’s on her. I’m not stopping. I’m addicted.
Her hips arch and I grip them tight, holding her exactly where I want her. My tongue circles her clit and I feel the way she pulses under my mouth, every tiny twitch begging for more.
“You’re shaking already,” I murmur against her. “I’m just getting started.”
I suck her clit into my mouth and she practically launches off the desk, a broken moan ripping out of her. I love that sound. Live for it.
Yeah. She’s gone. And I’m about to ruin her properly.
I keep her right there, right on the edge, loving how her breathing turns all ragged and desperate. She tries to grind against my mouth and I hold her hips tighter, making her take exactly what I give.
“Blade… I’m gonna…” Her voice breaks on the last word.
“Yeah?” I look up at her from between her thighs. “You gonna come for me already?”
She nods hard, eyes barely open, lips parted like she forgot how to speak. I grin and go right back in. Tongue flicking her clit fast now, two fingers sliding inside her at the perfect angle. She squeezes around me so tight I almost lose it. I curl my fingers and her entire body bows off the desk like she’s trying to escapethe pleasure and chase it at the same time. “Let go,” I tell her. “Come on my mouth.”
The sound she makes could ruin me forever. She clutches my hair and comes hard, thighs shaking around my head like she’s riding out lightning. I keep moving my tongue through every wave until she whimpers and tries to push me away, too sensitive.
I kiss the inside of her thigh and sit back enough to take her in. She’s breathing fast and messy, hair wild, bra shoved down, shirt hanging off one shoulder like she’s halfway to wrecked already. She looks like sin and chaos. Like everything I’ve been pretending I don’t crave.
