It takes just a second to settle in—distracted by the feel of his tongue probing, slipping and sliding—for me to get my bearings, and then I follow his orders.
I start riding.
Using him, like he asked.
Determined to get a night that’s worth the humiliation of begging for him.
The man has no clue what he’s in for.
Hands braced on his stomach, I work myself into a rhythm over his mouth, grinding with abandon, following the directions my body gives me, wherever and whatever feels good.
His groans, the roaming of his hands, the desperation in the way he grips me, bringing me closer, pulling me harder, it spurs me on. Unhinges me.
I find myself bouncing, grinding, gyrating in ways I’ve only ever done to my toy collection as he buries his tongue in me with every movement.
Sliding back and leaning forward, I put my clit right over his mouth and beg him to play with it through my movements.
His tongue slides over the slick surface, shooting deliciously intense waves of pleasure through my entire core, and I moan, pressing my breasts against his abdomen and pumping my hips over his face for more.
Like this, I can almost forgetwhoit is that’s beneath me. That it’s the man I can’t stand. When he eats me out like it’s what he was born to do, he’s not nearly as irritating as I normally find him.
But when he stops? He goes straight to the top of my shit list once more.
“New game plan,” he murmurs, pausing to lick my entire pussy in one long, slow swipe. “I’m eating this pussy untilIcome.”
Shit. I was having such a good time, I forgot what else I was having fun with. Why I’m here in the first place. My eyes lock in on the target and I lick my lips at the sight of the precum leaking out from the head.
“And Lexi?”
I turn back, eyes locking on his. His stubble glints with evidence of his meal, and it looks good on him.
“I’m not stopping until you suck me dry.”
My throat bobs at his words. The thought makes me wet, the challenge in the threat one I’m confident I can live up to.
“Are you saying if I make you come first, you’ll stop eating me out? And you’ll finally fuck me?”
His head shakes to one side, lips tilted up. “Not gonna happen,bella. Bet I can get you to come more than once before you finish me off.”
My first grin of the night lights up my face.
I know something he doesn’t.
But for once, he doesn’t realize what I’m thinking, and his cocky ass keeps running his mouth. “I’m addicted to the way your thighs shake when I’m between them. Once isn’t enough tonight.”
He slips a finger into my entrance as he talks, just the tip, causing me to clench and almost forget my train of thought for just a second, but I reel myself back in.
It finally feels like we’re on uneven ground where, for once, I have the upper hand.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Chef. If I can get you off before you make me come, I get this—” My fingers wrap around his girth, and I tighten my grip until I see his eyes bulge. “—inside me tonight.”
“Deal. But I’m gonna win,” he promises.
My eyelids lower, heavy and eager to put my secret to use.
“We’ll see,” I whisper against his head, and then I take him in once more.
He yanks on my love handles with a moan when my tongue flicks over his length, pulling me back down on him gracelessly, but the ace up my sleeve is making me more confident than I’ve been all night.
