I am infatuated with her. It takes all I have to drag my eyes from hers before cupping behind her head and dragging her lips to mine.
I am fucked.
Chapter Thirty
Athena
He tucksme under his arm, my head resting on his bicep. His ice blues are wild, sweat beads across his skin, and his chest rises and falls quickly as he tries to catch his breath.
“I’m sorry.” He half laughs through an exhale of breath. “There is no way you haven’t done that before.”
I feel the familiar burn dance onto my cheeks. “I just have a good teacher.” My voice hushed as I reach up and press my finger to his lips, my arousal glistening there.
“That was…” He blows his cheeks out.
“Did I do okay?” I find myself asking, wondering if I did it right.
I shake my head. “You did more than okay.” His voice is drawn out as he drags his bottom lip behind his teeth, sinking them down.
“Yeah?” I’m still looking for reassurance.
“Yeah.” His fingers trail up and tuck a loose curl behind my ear.
He pauses for a moment, eyes locked on mine as if he is struggling to pull himself from them. I go to speak but he cuts me off as he cups behind my head and drags my mouth to his. Idon’t have a second to catch my breath, he pulls me onto his lap, dragging me back down onto him.
My fingers press into his cheeks as our tongue stroke together, his low moans causing a delicious ache between my legs. He rolls his hips up, his greedy hands pinning me against him and his cock is rubbing right where I want it.
Our kiss is messy, sloppy even, the burning desire growing as the seconds pass. His hands roll over my hips and squeeze my ass, spreading my cheeks. He breaks away, eyes misted over with the same look as mine, I imagine. A slow, sultry smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth and I want my lips on his again, but he has other ideas.
He pulls me forward, my knees either side of his head, his hands curled around my hip bones. He looks up at me through those dark, long lashes and I feel slightly embarrassed. I lift my head. It feels too intimate, but he soon removes any of that when his finger hooks into the side of my panties, sliding them across and pulling me down onto his mouth, his tongue finding my clit.
Oh God. This feels… amazing.
I let myself look, his eyes haven’t left mine and my breaths labour as he rocks me back and forth over his tongue.
“Royce,” I whisper, trembling.
Reaching forward, I hold onto the headboard, my fingers digging into the soft material as I steady myself, pushing up slightly onto my knees, my back arches and he groans in appreciation. I feel the trail of his delicate trace of his fingertips over my ass, gliding underneath me before he sinks two fingers in with ease, coating them in my wetness. The sound is euphoric, waking something up inside of me as I move with him.
“That’s it, baby, ride my face and fingers.” His hot breath dances across my clit and goosebumps smother over my skin.
“Royce, oh my God,” I cry out.
His fingers slide in and out of me, hard and fast, burying to the knuckles. He nibbles my clit, causing me to gasp, my breasts bouncing as he feasts between my legs. Looking down at him, his eyes are slightly closed, but his spare hand rolls my nipple between his fingers, a burning want spreading through my lower stomach, my pussy clenching.
“Please,” I breathe, “don’t stop.”
I roll my hips, needing more,wantingmore from him. This feels different from before; it’s intimate and I find myself wanting to give all of myself to him in a way I never have before.
Just as my orgasm begins to build, he stops, rolling me beneath him. His wet lips drag down my neck, my collar bone, kissing and biting as he goes. He trails them down my stomach, my hips, pelvis until he is brushing them over my needy pussy.
“Please, Royce,” I beg as I push onto my elbows, watching him.
His lips trace small circles on my inner thighs, his fingers following the map he has marked over my skin until they’re squeezing and needing my thighs. He makes quick work of discarding my damp thong, pulling it from my legs and tossing it behind him.
I’m laid bare, full of want for the man I should never have crossed the line with. But what’s done, is done. We’re both too far gone to even stop this, not that I want to. I am obsessed with him, and I know there is no point fighting it.
He lowers his face between my legs, placing kisses either side of my thighs. He flicks his blue eyes to me, a slow wink making my stomach flip just as his tongue swipes through my pussy.
