I take my thumb in my mouth, sucking her arousal off and my cock twitches, begging to be set free.
“Yes.Yes,” she says again, only this time it’s more of a plea.
I move her underwear to the side, letting my fingers hover over her slick cunt, and the sound of her bed rattles as she jerks, pulling on her restraints. I drop my middle two fingers to her opening, teasing her entrance, waiting to see if she’ll ask for it.
“You know, if this was only about payback for last night, I would just eat you out, and give you the orgasm you deserve.” I sink my fingers inside her, stopping at the first knuckle, but the column of her throat works through a thick swallow all the same. “But more than I’ve thought about your mouth on me…” I press in further as I lower my mouth. “I’ve thought about feasting on this perfect pussy of yours.”
Without warning, I suck her clit into my mouth, her back arches from the bed and a desperate cry tears from her lips.
“Oh, God!”
I keep her hips pinned with one hand while my fingers continue to pump inside her. Her body starts to tremble beneath me, as I run the flat of my tongue through her center before covering the entirety of her clit, moaning abasing her because I can’t fucking get enough. Her thighs clench around me and it only fuels me to suck quicker.
My chest vibrates with rumbled moans, while her cries of pleasure fill the otherwise quiet room. I smile, looking up at her arms pulling against the tie, and slight sheen along her neck where he head is tilted back with her eyes shut. Her struggle only turns me on more, and I press deeper, my tongue flicking faster as I taste every drop of her need.
“Look at me, Chloe.” My voice comes out like gravel. “I want to see your face when you come on my tongue."
Her chest rises and falls in frantic shallow pants. Her pupils are wide, lips parted, her hair fanned out across the bed, and between the look on her face, and the way my hips are rubbing against the bed, I’m about to come in my pants.
I curl my fingers inside her, picking up the pace with my tongue, licking, flicking, teasing, sucking. I don’t stop until I feel her thighs clench around my shoulders and her hips jerk instinctively against my mouth.
“Maverick!”
Her chest bows forward, but between the tie at her wrist and my hand over her hips, I keep her pinned, driving my tongue and fingers in tandem, ringing out every last drop of her orgasm.
When she’s left panting and unmoving, I place a kiss on her overly sensitive clit, making her jerk, and then I move to hover over her face again.
“And to think that doesn’t even touch the surface of how badly I want you.”
32
chloe
The diner Savannahand I regularly meet her dad and brother at is one of my favorite restaurants. It’s halfway between Linden Creek and Hartland where Leo goes to school.
Leo might be Savannah’s twin by birth, and sure, they share the same tan skin, dark eyes, and even darker hair, but their personalities couldn’t be more different. Where Savannah is all sharp tongue and faster comebacks, Leo is soft and gentle.
When we were younger, we used to joke about how I needed to marry him so that Savannah and I could be real sisters. It wasn’t long after that when we realized a marriage couldn’t make us any closer than we already were. Plus, even though Leo is undeniably handsome, I think we’ve always been a little too similar. It’s worked out, though, because through Savannah, I got myself a built-in brother and friend.
“I thought Paige was coming to lunch today?” Savannah asks, looking over the menu.
She misses the way Leo twitches at the mention of his girlfriend, and I look down at the menu, pretending to do the same.
“She’s been busy lately,” he answers.
“Bummer. She hasn’t come to lunch in weeks.”
“Yeah.” His voice is right across from me, yet so distant, and I can’t help looking up. His gaze finds mine, and I know immediately that there’s more to the story, but I also see the pleading look on his face, asking me not to say anything.
“Where’s your dad?” I change the subject, and his lips turn up just enough, in a silent thank you.
“He should be—” Savannah turns in her seat. “Oh, there he is.”
I turn around, angling my head over the booth behind me until I find Mr. A outside with the front hood of his car propped up.
“I’ll go see if he needs any help,” Leo says. “If the waitress comes, order my usual, please.” He tosses his menu and stands from the booth before heading outside.
“Something's off with him, yeah?” Savannah asks when Leo reaches the door.
