“Julian.”
God, the way this woman says my name. Half moan, half admonishment. The sound of it goes straight to my dick, which is really no surprise. I always knew Leticia would turn me into a masochist. “This guy already thinks I’m having a stroke. Please don’t make this any worse for me.”
“Not sorry,” I tell her. “Do you need me to say it again?”
“Yes, please.”
But as my fingers spread her open, it sounds like she’s begging me for something else entirely. She’s practically panting by the time I reach her clit.
“So sorry about that,” I repeat, my thumb working her in tight circles. “I meant to ask if you’re free next Saturday.”
She repeats the phrase under her breath, my eyes momentarily caught on the way her lips move over the words, before she returns to typing.
“That’s it. That’s a good girl.”
She cuts me with a glare. “You didnotjust say that to me.”
“Oh, but I did.” I kiss the side of her bended knee, dragging my lips across her inner thigh. “And you gotwetter.”
“Julian, please,” she begs. “I sent the message. Can wepleaseget back to business before he texts back?” When her phone dings, the groan she lets loose is rife with impatience. “No, god, why does he have to be the fastest person to text back I’ve ever known?”
“I resent that statement.” I narrow my eyes on her. “I’m much faster than him.” She raises a brow as I consider what I just said. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Pick up your damn phone.”
“Okay, fine.” She huffs as my fingers resume moving against her. “He says he’s free. And he’s typing something else.”
“Keep that message open,” I tell her, lowering to my stomach. Her eyes widen in something akin to panic. “What’s wrong?”
“I mean, I’ve never done—” Her phone dings again and she screams, “God fucking dammit, Nathaniel, READ THE ROOM!”
“I really hope your voice to text isn’t on.”
“This isnotthe time for jokes,” she grumbles. “I’ve never been so horny and angry in my entire life. This can’t possibly be good for my blood pressure.”
“Hmm, if only someone could help with that.” I fall to my knees on the floor and look up at her. “Tell me what that panic on your face was all about.”
“I’m not sure now is the time for new sexual positions. Not that I wouldn’t love for you to eat my pussy.” Her cheeks heat at the dirty words. “But if you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of having a meltdown over here. I’d like to end the severe sexual frustration you’ve caused me sooner rather than later.”
“Fair enough,” I tell her. “Put the phone down. Nathaniel can wait.”
Her chest deflates with a sigh of relief. “Thank you thank you thank you—Oh,” she yelps as I bring one of her legs over my shoulder, and I finally get my first taste of her. Her hand covers the nape of myneck, urging me on, as if I don’t already have plans of devouring her. We both ignore when her phone dings again, but that spike of jealousy returns with the need to prove there’s no one else for her but me.
“Julian, my god.” She breathes. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
I don’t answer her. That would require stopping, which is the last thing I plan on doing. By the way she’s tensing her thighs, I can tell she’s close. When I suck her clit into my mouth, she nearly keens. She’s exquisite like this, head thrown back against the couch cushion, face twisted in agony and ecstasy, her skin glistening like she ran a marathon.
Meanwhile, I’m in an agony all of my own making, desperate for any form of relief for the erection tenting my jeans. As she cries out, legs shaking all around me, I use the palm of my hand to rub my cock through the material covering it. It’s only once her body has calmed down that I find relief in the form of coming in my pants. I’m stupid with lust at this point, which is why I don’t think twice before biting down on her lush inner thigh as I ride out the orgasm.
“Julian.” Her grip on my neck tightens, her voice high and whiny and pleasure-filled as I release my mouth from her thigh. The sight of my teeth marks nearly has me growing hard all over again. “Oh my god, how the hell did that feel even better than the orgasm?”
“Maybe I didn’t do it right.” It’s not a serious suggestion, not when her eyes are locked on me and hazy from desire.
“Not possible.” She lets out a long breath before pulling her leg back from my shoulder. “My turn to return the favor?”
“Um, that won’t be necessary.” Heat crawls up my cheeks at the admission. It’s hard to tell in my dark-wash jeans, so at least that saves me some level of embarrassment. “I kind of already…”
“What?” Her eyes fall to my crotch before it dawns on her. “Oh.Oh.”
“I’m sorry.” I blow out a breath. “I tried to hold back for as long as I could, but you make it so fucking hard to do that. Those little sounds you make alone—”
