“They can’t hear anything,” I muttered against her skin as I kissed her throat. “Music.”
“But, they know…”
“They know nothing.” I slid my hand into her hair at the back of her head and tugged, looking into her eyes. “Are Talia and Devi close with Shayla? Are they gonna tell?”
She swallowed. “No. No, they wouldn’t do that. They barely know her.”
I searched her eyes for that desperate, hungry look she gave me last night. And tonight, in my car, after she sucked me off. “Beg me.”
She shuddered with arousal, her hands digging into my chest. “Beg you…?”
“Beg me for what you want, Angeline.”
“Oh…”
I tipped her jaw up with my thumb and kissed her neck again, sucking a path down to her collarbone.
“Johnny…Yeah. I… I want you to make me come,” she whispered.
The fact that she wanted this, but now she was being fucking shy about it all over again? Turned me on more than I would’ve thought possible. I was so fucking hard, my cock already straining in my jeans, flexing at every soft, needy sound she made as I ran my tongue along the hollow of her collarbone. I grabbed her breast and squeezed through her shirt, finding the hard bud of her nipple and plucking gently.
“You want to come, Angel?”
She wriggled against the door. “I like coming for you.” Again, she sounded shy about it, but there was nothing shy about her fingers clawing at my chest muscles and suddenly gripping my nipples.
I bit the soft spot between her neck and shoulder gently and she squirmed, gasping. My cock shuddered.
After that little run-in with Summer, I wanted to fuck the hell out of her just to prove to myself that I could. To show Angeline that I would, no matter what her friends thought. But now that I had her alone, in my hands, in my mouth… all I wanted was the high and the satisfaction of watching her come.
I ran my hands down her curves to her jeans and undid them. “Off,” I ordered. She helped me push them down, then stepped out of them. “Panties, too.” She slipped them off obediently. “Now sit on the sink.”
She hopped up on the smooth countertop in front of the sink. There were a few inches of surface, enough for her to get comfy on if I helped her out. I got down on my knees in front of her and tossed her legs over my shoulders, making her fall back. She caught herself, hands propped on either side of the sink. She was breathing heavily, looking flushed and beautiful and so hungry for this.
“Let me see you…” My eyes drifted down her chest, and she used one hand to pull her shirt up. She tugged her bra up too, letting her breasts fall out beneath, baring them to me. “Don’t touch.”
She settled back on her hands, watching me, waiting, her chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. The torture of anticipation.
I licked alongside her pussy, that super soft skin that she’d cleared of hair. She had none but a little strip above her clit, the same silky soft light-brown as the hair on her head, trimmed into a small triangle like an arrow pointing the way to paradise.
I licked again on the other side as she melted, her thighs sinking into my shoulders.
“I don’t hear you begging.”
“Oh…Please.”
I drifted a fingertip over the opening of her pussy, the slick wetness on her lips. I rubbed it around, gently, just barely touching her, and she squirmed.
“Oh, God. Yeah, do that.” Her eyes met mine. “Please,” she added hastily.
I caressed her opening, dipping my fingertip inside, making her mouth fall open. “You like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
I increased the pressure, rubbing her opening with teasing sweeps of my finger, dipping in just slightly, drawing out the slick wetness and massaging her with it. “Can you come like this?”
“I don’t think so.”
“No? What if I don’t touch your clit at all, and I make you come?”
