I shuddered when he slipped one blunt finger inside me. Then another. Stretching me, filling me, memorizing me from the inside out. My unsteady breaths mingled with the hotel air-conditioning. I dug my fingers into the duvet, searching for something to anchor me closer to his fingers, to his mouth.
He withdrew, leaving me empty, wanting. But only for a second before he replaced his fingers with his tongue, dragging it painstakingly slowly through my pussy, all the way up to my ass. I almost lurched off the bed.
He gripped my hips, holding me against his mouth while his tongue speared my pussy over and over again. I writhed and bucked against his hold. Even now, I could feel myself dripping onto the bed. Later, I'd worry about what housekeeping would think, but not now. Not while he was lapping at my cream like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks. Like I was his last meal, his favorite meal.
Dang, maybe I should make thirst traps of him more often.
If this was a punishment, I hesitated to think what he might consider a reward. But there was no point trying to think at all when Soren Sinclair was licking me from behind, sucking my clit like a Creamsicle. The man had fried every synapse in my body, reducing me to a bundle of nerves that experienced nothing but pleasure.
So much pleasure.
The assault on my pussy continued. On an especially deep thrust of his tongue, I screamed.
"Fuck, Soren!"
I could practically feel his devilish grin between my thighs. "That's right, Clarke. Say my name." His words pushed me closer toward the edge. When he thrust two fingers back inside me, I screamed again. "Whose pussy is this?"
He wanted me to talk? I could barely breathe.
He curled those fingers deep inside of me and growled, "Whose?"
"Yours," I moaned. "God, it's all yours, Soren."
My hips moved as if by their own accord, fucking back against his mouth. He dragged his tongue over my clit once again, rewarding me. Any second now, I'd reach oblivion, and I fearedthere wouldn't be any coming back. I was rocketing toward the astral plane at lightyear speed, fire and ice simultaneously licking at my vision.
But just as I reached the edge of atmosphere, Soren ruthlessly tugged me back to Earth.
"We better get going."
"What?!" I came up on my hands, turning over my shoulder.
He grinned, placing one final kiss to my clit before coming to his feet.
“M&M night." He said it as if it were a reasonable explanation for abandoning me on the brink of explosion. “We better grab a car now if we don’t want to be late.”
Before I could wrap my brain around what was happening, or even bother to catch my breath, he pulled me to my feet, arranging my dress back into place.
"What did you—" I stammered. "Why did you stop?"
"Blondie, you didn't think I was going to make this easy, did you?" He grinned wickedly. "That wouldn't be a punishment."
I blinked up at him, mouth agape. When he set me away from him, my eyes wandered aimlessly around the room. I fingered the material of my dress. Where did we go from here?M&M night apparently.
A sudden breeze beneath my dress had me reaching for my discarded thong.
“I’ll take those,” he said, holding his hand out in front of him. “You won’t need them."
“Soren, I’m not going out in a dress with no underwear."
He pulled my hips flush against his. It didn't escape me that I wasn't the only one who had been left wanting. Throbbing.
“Then you don’t get to come.” The pounding in my pussy intensified. "To M&M night."
We both knew that wasn’t what he meant. I handed over my underwear and narrowed my eyes when he tucked them intothe pocket of his slacks. Something told me the night was just getting started. And that tonight's showing was about to be the longest movie of my life.
"Are you okay?" Dani did a quick head-to-toe perusal of my body. "You seem, I don't know . . . a little tense."
That was putting it mildly. I was burning from the inside out.
