It made her afraid.
(You must be doing better than everyone thought)
She twisted like a hooked fish, and Nicholas’s hands tightened, intent on bringing this scenario to its one natural conclusion.
(his mother’s jewelry suits you)
“Michael asked me out,” she gasped.
“What?” It came out as a snarl, hitting a register that sent a chill down her spine.
“His wife was right there. He asked me right in front of her and it made me feel like I was—oh, god—Nicholas—”
With a feral growl, he yanked her forward, burying his face between her thighs and kissing her swollen clit so hard she bither lip from the shock of it. Her hips lifted, rising to meet the insistent pressure of his tongue, prompting him to slide his hand beneath her ass to keep her at an even tilt.
It felt so good, it was like punishment. It probably was. Jay gripped the counter, trying to shift her hips, but he wouldn’t let her move.
“Nick, please.”
“What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”
Jay tried to respond and a moan came out instead.
“Oh, I see. You’re just embarrassed that you like fucking Daddy’s face.”
His cruelty made her ache in places too deep and dark to reach. She grabbed for the cabinet with one hand, her free one still tangled in his hair as she slid precariously closer to the edge.
“Fuck,oh my god—”
“This is what you do to me, Jay.” She felt the cool enamel of his teeth and then suction that, combined with the soft pressure of his tongue, tipped her over and made her come for the second time with a raw sob. His low sound of approval rocked her like an aftershock. “Doesn’t it feel good to fall apart?”
She surged forward with a cry, her fingers flattening against his scalp as she held onto the cabinet’s rough underside until her fingernails were throbbing. Her clit was a white-hot star under the unhurried strokes of his tongue, everything burning away to raw, trembling nerves.
“Again. Show me how my beautiful little whore likes to come.”
“I can’t—please—”
He kissed her again, a little harder, a little crueler, and she unraveled with another sob. This time, he ran his fingers downher back, his forehead resting just below her navel, his breathing fast and light.God. Her fingers tightened around the fistful of hair she still held.Nick—
“Please.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Please.”
“This is mine.”
“Oh god.”
“Youare mine.”
“Nick—”
“I could kill him.”
The words, as clear and bright as winter ice, were impossible to misunderstand. But Jay did, blinking rapidly as the hazy fog of her orgasm rapidly dispersed.
“W-what?”
“Your fucking ex.”
Every bead of sweat went cold against her skin. “No,” she said, edging back from him, knowing even as she did that it was only because he was letting her. “Don’t say things like that. Not even as a joke. It isn’t funny.”
