From the enthusiastic reception, I’m guessing she’s team Lachlan all the way.
He reaches the inner seam of my thigh, licking the creasethere, so near but so far from the goalposts that a moan escapes my lips. My elbows move upwards until they press together, a cage sheltering my face in case the sky caves in.
When he sits back, I try to get hold of myself. This is just embarrassing. I’ve become an enthusiastic recipient a few minutes after I tearfully begged him to let me leave.
Then he starts anew on my right leg, and I abandon my principals.
Later, I can call the feminist hotline and have a word about reinstating my membership. For the moment, I close my eyes and luxuriate in the sensations his lips call forth.
He snaps my garter and I give a startled cry, already unused to wearing such complicated underwear, now given a new vantage point to their usage.
“Don’t you like that?” he asks, and I stare between my legs at his smirking face. Another first. The angle is strangely erotic, sending out a flood of cheerful messages to twirl in my lower belly, even though he’s notdoinganything down there.
A waste.
“It’s… it surprised me, that’s all.”
He snaps it again and this time I let the sensations sink into my flesh, liking the sharp retort across my skin, the intense sting afterwards that slowly fades, not so much.
“Maybe once m—Ow!”
His raised eyebrow turns the grin into something more far salacious. The sting from the last snap intensifies rather than easing, until he rubs his palm slowly over the injured skin, turning the pain into something far closer to pleasure.
“Not a closet masochist, then?”
I shake my head, unable to tell from his tone whether he thinks that’s a good thing or a shame.
His smile deepens and then disappears as he bends over me,hooking my panties to the side again and blowing softly over my curls. My hips bend towards him, seeking contact and he turns his head, pressing another kiss to my inner thigh while a groan strangles, caught in my tight throat, choking to death before it can wriggle free.
My noises make him chuckle and the soft vibrations of that add another layer to my exquisite torment. “So impatient,” he whispers, the breath stirring a fresh wave of desire. “Anyone would think you had somewhere to be.”
He’s joking but I try to mollify him in case something runs deeper than his words. “I don’t.”
“Oh, yeah?” His finger traces along my outer lips, like he’s committing the shape to memory. “So, I can take all the time I want?”
“As long as you get me home before school tomorrow. That’s the deal, isn’t it?”
He rocks back up, grabbing my elbows and unfurling my arms to place my hands on his head. “Left for stop. Right for go,” he says, tugging each hand so I know he meansmyright and not his. “And we’ll see how long we can make it last since you’re in absolutely no hurry.”
“Oh, it doesn’t have to…” I trail off as his tongue flicks out to part me, licking deeper and deeper with each stroke.
I lose myself so much that I forget to tug on his hair to let him know that yes, that is acceptable work. I’m here for it. Thank you so much, employee of the month.
“If you don’t tell me what you like, I don’t know what to do,” he says, coming up for air. His hand wraps around the outside of my thigh, large veins throbbing just under the skin. The thick fingers curl over the top, fingertips rough where they clutch me.
I jerk on the right side of his hair, wincing a little when the pull feels too hard, but he doesn’t acknowledge any pain, justobediently doubles down, impaling my entrance with his tongue before he laps upwards, receiving another enthusiastic tug as he works some sort of magic before sucking at my clit.
Tug. Double tug. Triple… My hand briefly forgets how to function otherwise Lachlan’s scalp would be snatched bare.
I’ve never felt anything this satisfying before.
The most adventurous of my past boyfriends had attempted a few desultory licks and called it good. To be treated to such an exhilaratingly different experience along with the control allowing me to fine-tune the delivery would send my head swimming if his dedicated work hadn’t done that already.
Urgency builds as Lachlan continues to explore me with his tongue, laying his teeth flat against my needy clit and holding the position until I buck against him, uncaring of the danger.
He swivels one finger around my entrance, then again, again—tug, tug,tug—until he dips it farther inside me, curling back against my walls, stroking inside while his tongue caresses outside, creating too many dizzying sensations to keep track of.
Desire explodes inside me until I can’t contain it any longer.
