Gently, I ease my fingers out of her and hold them up between us, her creamy wetness glistening in the dim light.
I bring it to her mouth, dragging the tip of my finger along her bottom lip, and her breath catches as I paint her with her own arousal.
Holding her gaze, I lean in and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking every drop of her cum off.
She tastes so fucking good, musky and sweet, like innocence and heaven, and fuck, I’m the sinner that’s going to condemn her.
“Remember this the next time you doubt yourself. Nothing in this fucking world tastes as good as your cum does.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
MAISIE
I grabmy favorite pair of sandals out of my closet, hopping on one foot to get each of them on just as the doorbell rings.
I’m practically giddy with excitement.
Mostly over the fact that it’s girls’ day, and I get an entireuninterruptedday with my best friend doing whatever we want.
But also because I’ve been holding out on Lennon.
Only because we haven’t seen each other in the three days that have passed since Wilder came over and we had our proverbial “fuck it” moment, and there was absolutely no freaking way that I was missing out on seeing Len’s face when I told her everything.
What happened was literally doing it for the plot, and she’s going to die when hears about it.
“Coming!” I call as I walk through my apartment, stopping to pet Sebastian as he lounges on the windowsill of my living room, tail swishing happily as I scratch his favorite spot.
I open the front door and squeal when Lennon bounds forward, throwing her arms around me.
For a second, I sink into the comfort of my best friend, how she always feels like home, and it hits me just how much I miss having her here all the time.
“Mais! I’m so excited for today.”
When she pulls back, her jade eyes are dancing with excitement, shining brightly to match her smile.
“Me too. I feel like I’ve been counting down the days, even though it’s literally only been like three days since my birthday.”
Three days of pure torture by not calling her and spilling my freaking guts.
Obviously, we’ve talked since then. She checked in after that night, and I reassured her everything was good, but I’ve been purposely holding out so I could tell her in person.
She follows me inside, and I shut the door behind her. It’s barely closed when I’m whipping around. “IgotthebestorgasmofmylifefromWilder.”
The words swoosh out of me, all in a single breath.
Lennon’s mouth falls open, and she screams, literally screams. “Oh myGod! Tell me everything right now!”
And I do.
I tell her every single detail, most of which would probably be TMI for anyone else, but not Len.
Not us.
We haven’t even made it out of my apartment an hour later, both of us lying flat on the living room floor, shoulder to shoulder, giggling.
I realize it’s probably a little juvenile, acting this way, but honestly? I don’t care.
