Casper cringed and shook his head. “But you wouldn’t take a bite of my candy bar?”
“Less sugar.” I shrugged and continued leading the way down the tunnel.
I could make out the little glimmer of moonlight in the distance. It glowed against the pitch-blackness whenever Casper lowered the flashlight to his side. He was too fidgety to just direct the damn thing out in front of us. It wasn’t because he was nervous. He just didn’t know how to stay the fuck still.
We had been walking for about half the day now. But I would admit having company did help pass the time a lot faster. Even if he didn’t stop talking. Most of it was bullshit. Lies or tall tales, but some of it was suspiciously close to the truth. It was likeplaying a game of mental chess, picking out the little kernels of reality and leaving them to one side until I could piece together a bigger picture.
I reached into my cargo pants pocket and pulled out a bottle of water. Twisted the top off and took a long swig. Casper stopped prattling for a moment to watch me from the corner of his eye.
“Not gonna offer me a sip,myshka?” He cocked a brow.
“Guess you should have come prepared, huh?” I wasn’t thirsty. I just wanted to wash some of the cockroach legs out of my teeth. I kept chugging until the bottle was empty anyway. Then I crushed it between my fingers and tossed it behind us. I had another bottle on the other side, but he didn’t need to know that.
His poor planning wasn’t my problem.
Casper lifted a shoulder, the smirk never dropping from his lips. “Gonna have to get a drink elsewhere then.”
“Looks like it,” I agreed, but before I could take another step, he was grabbing on to my wrist and tugging me back towards him.
I was prepared to fight for my extra water bottle with tooth and nail. Thanks to my big sister, I wasn’t a fan of sharing. Though I suppose it wasn’t really sharing when someone took it from you.
Instead of grabbing for the water bottle next, Casper unbuttoned my pants and yanked them around my ankles. Followed by my underwear. Then he was staring up at me from his knees. His breath hot against my pubic bone before he dipped it lower. His tongue sneaking out and licking me from lips to clit.
I threw my head back. I couldn’t stop myself. Fucker didn’t know how to shut up. But when he finally did, when he finallyput that mouth to good use, it was spectacular. Otherworldly. Hypnotic.
Wet and warm against my chilled skin. Slow and calculated. But not in a way that left me too frustrated to want more. It was sensual. Like a paint stroke. Perfectly timed so that I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t have to pull him closer either because there was nowhere else for him to go. His face was pressed up against my mound, his breath restricted by the skin-to-skin contact.
His fingers dug deeper into my thighs so that I would have matching bruises on each one. I didn’t care. Besides a little bit of pressure, I didn’t feel it. All my focus on his tongue twirling around my clit, replaced by his nose whenever he moved it lower and fucked it up inside me.
A tongue shouldn’t feel as good as it did. But somehow it was better than a cock. More flexible and coordinated.
He meant it when he said he was thirsty. He was drinking me down, and now I was even more glad I had that second bottle of water because I could feel my throat drying up. My voice cracking when I screamed out and the tunnel screamed back at me.
I leaned towards the wall, nearly tripping on a stray rock when my knees started to give out, and Casper locked his hands behind my ass. Holding me up. Keeping me from pulling away. From doing anything else but bracing myself on his shoulders. His tongue pushing in and out, flattening and curling up. And his nose nudging me closer and closer to that edge. Playing morse code on my clit as it begged me to surrender.
Truth was… I wasn’t even fighting it. I wanted to come. I wanted to get there.
Tears formed on my lashes as a chill traveled up my spine. I squirmed and ground my hips and held my breath. Letting it out slowly when I felt that familiar pressure in my lower stomach.The one that had me racing to the finish line at the same time I was enjoying the stroll over.
He made a sound, deep in his throat, swallowing and moaning. And I couldn’t hold back anymore. I brought my hands up from his shoulders to the top of his head, raked my fingers through his hair, and tugged. He made that sound again. Only it was deeper. His lips vibrating against mine and sending a different kind of chill up my spine.
I arched my back—for some reason I knew he wouldn’t drop me—lifted my chin towards the ceiling, and rode his face until the stimulation had me doubling over. My body shaking and his relaxing as I fell forward into his arms.
He landed on his ass and grinned, one hand still tucked under mine and the other swiping at the side of his mouth. It was dark but I could see it glistening. He sucked his thumb clean and shrugged when he caught me staring at him.
“Don’t look so surprised,myshka,” he said, licking at his still-damp lips. “You dared me to eat it.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
CASPER
Ihad a sweet tooth. Always had. If it had sugar in it, I wanted it in my mouth. Didn’t matter what it was. I craved the rush. The high. Used to sneak chocolates out of my mother’s purse when I was little, swiped 'em from the local shops when we couldn’t afford them. I didn’t care about the consequences. The immediate gratification was always more important.
Now that I was older, I enjoyed the taste of coke on my gums. The buzz, the tingle. The way I could feel my pupils dilate. How quickly it hit my blood stream. But nothing was better than that first lick of good pussy.
The kind of pussy that had you lapping it up and drinking it down. The kind that was more refreshing than air and candy and coke. The kind of pussy I could still smell on my upper lip. The kind that was more unique than perfume. The kind that made you do stupid shit like climb up some rickety old ladder, up through some hole in the ground, trusting someone wasn’t gonna flip it back when you got to the halfway point and send you flying skull-first into a bed of sharp rocks.
When my hand finally reached the top lip and I pulled myself up and out, I had to admit I was surprised. For someone who claimed they wanted to kill me, Bellatrix just missed the perfect opportunity to do some real damage.
