I scrub my jaw and blame the lack of sleep for what comes out of my mouth next.
“And what if I’m not here to be an asshole?”
The silence is deafening, and I can practically see her pulse hammering against the side of her throat. It makes my mouth water, the idea of tasting the skin right there. Of drawing the flesh between my teeth and hearing her preen.
“I’m still sore,” she admits. “If what you were looking for was mindless action to make the time go by.”
I shake my head. Mindless? She thinks what we did wasmindless?
Is she trying to say she was fuckingboredwhen she was choking my cock to within an inch of my life? That she wasn’t losing her sanity like I was?
As much as I want to stick my dick in her again, my tongue is tingling for something else I’ve yet to taste.
“How sore are you?”
Her shoulder lifts, a shyness taking over her usualdon’t fuck with meexterior.
Her innocence is showing.
At least it does for a single second before that wall of hers comes right back up.
It makes me lean forward. My blood rushes with heat, searing my veins as I draw closer until I drop to the ground at her feet. She watches me intently, no hesitation in her eyes as her hooded gaze follows the movements of my hands as they grasp her knees. The atmosphere turns electric, and I’m sure the lamp beside her bed flickers from the energy, her pupils expanding as I slide my palms up her thighs, parting them.
Mindless? She’s going to scream the word right out of her mind.
“I know this house is fucking with us,” I say, kneading her flesh and pushing her legs further apart until she lowers back onto her elbows, not daring to break the eye contact we’re trapped in. “If you don’t want this, then I need you to be vocal about it.”
The quietness—beyond those steady pants escaping her and growing ever harsher—is killing me.
My fingers slide under her shorts until I feel the drenched panties covering her pussy. Her jaw ticks like she wants to push me away and beat me to a pulp, but her eyes tell me the truth.
I know that look.
Longing. Desperation. Need. It’s her desires seeping through.
“Your body can betray you. You’re aroused and soaked and needy, but it’s only real if you tell me.”
And I need you to tell me it’s not all in my head.
I pause, pulling my hands from her underwear when all she does is stare at me with hunger in her eyes, but then she leans up and captures one of my hands. “If you stop, I might make your life here worse than Hell.”
I chuckle as I let her lean back then place my hand on her inner thigh, my fucking chest tightening at how perfect she is for me.
My cock hardens as I trace her thighs with my hands. My thumbs rub into the flesh, a smirk playing on my lips as I lower my touch from the apex of her legs to pay attention to her calves, massaging the muscles and loving the way she gasps as my mouth presses to the side of her knee. I’m not a romantic man. I don’t take my time with this stuff, and I’ve never felt any desire to eat pussy.
But with Sable, I want to taste every single inch of her body. I want to push my tongue into her cunt and drink her essence, to lick a trail down her spine until I reach her ass, then spread her cheeks and eat her out there too.
Fuck, this girl drives me mad, and I don’t even care.
Sable whimpers as I drag wet kisses up her thigh until I reach her shorts, then move to a darker, soaked patch right where I need to devour. Her eyes are screwed shut. It annoys me that she isn’t watching me hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, dragging them both down her legs and tossing them somewhere in the dilapidated room. If someone comes in, they wouldn’t see her or her clothes. I’ll just look like I’m eating out a fucking bed.
The deep groan pulled from my chest has her opening her eyes to see me mesmerized by her cunt—so pretty and pink and wet, and it’s all mine.
“Your scent is so addictive,” I tell her, and she tenses all over as I press my thumb to her clit. “Whenever you’re aroused near me, it drives me insane.”
My tongue tingles for a taste, but I take my time, enjoying the way her chest rises and falls as I bring my other hand to her pussy, parting her perfect lips with my thumbs, rubbing the sides and catching some of her wetness. I bring my thumb to my mouth, a groan filling the room at the ecstasy of her on my tongue.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and she cries out as I bury my face between her legs, sucking her clit into my mouth. It lasts all but a second before I’m freeing the sensitive area and kissing down the side of her pussy, grabbing the backs of her thighs and forcing her knees up so I can get a better angle to lick her from entrance to clit.
