Page 87 of Catch and Release

He knelt in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“Tell me your pussy’s not begging to be licked. Tell me you don’t want my mouth on you. Tell me you don’t want to come all over my tongue.”

She spluttered. “But… here?”

“Nobody will come out here,” he said confidently.

He grabbed her left leg—the one easily accessible to him through the slit in her dress—and tugged it over his shoulder before burying his head underneath her dress. He licked all the way up her pussy as slowly as he could, savoring every bit of her.

“Fuck, baby,” Shawn said against her entrance. “You taste so fucking good. Like a fucking dream.”

“Shawn,” she moaned, digging her fingers into his hair.

He groaned against her pussy and he felt her legs quiver around his face. He reached his hands up and cupped her ass, digging his fingers into her. He ate like a starving man, lapping up every last bit of her arousal with his tongue. Her knee began to buckle, and the one leg that kept her upright began to give out as she got closer to a climax. He held her steady as he ruthlessly tongued her clit, sucking on it as she came on his face with a breathless sob.

“Another,” Shawn said against her pussy.

“Shawn, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, Greene.”

He wanted her to come on his tongue so many times that he was tasting her for days. Wanted to make her so fucking loose and relaxed all night because of the force of the orgasms he gave her. Wanted to remind her that he was the one who made her come every fucking day. Wanted to swallow the sweetness of her arousal until he couldn’t?—

“Oh. My. God.” A voice that wasn’t Willa’s pierced through the sound of her panting.

Willa tensed above him, and Shawn moved his head just enough so he could peak out from underneath where Willa’s leg still rested over his shoulder.

“Respect,” Charlie said, a Cheshire cat grin growing on her face. “Honestly, mad respect. I didn’t know you had it in you, Willa.”

“Oh, my god,” Willa said softly, throwing her hands over her face in mortification.

Shawn felt like he was being taken over by a caveman. Where he should feel mortified, he only felt gratified that Charlie knew Willa was decidedly his. That she got to see first-hand the way Willa succumbed to every sort of pleasure when Shawn was involved.

“Listen, I love public sex as much as the next girl, but Ida’s asking a lot of questions about where you two went,” Charlie said with a smirk, crossing her arms.

“Shit.” It was like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped over his head. He gently removed Willa’s leg from where it rested on his shoulder and put it down on the ground. He tugged her dress back down, straightening it out with his palms, then stood and tugged her hands away from her face. “You okay?”

She nodded. A few of her hairs had fallen out of place in the shuffle of things, and he gently pushed a few pieces back into place and tugged a stray curl behind her ear. Some of her eyeliner had run a bit, and he tried to hold back a smirk. He must’ve given her one hell of an orgasm. He brushed his thumb gently along her eye, ridding any excess makeup and clearing away any smudges.

Her lipstick still looked fine, but a little faded. He traced a finger along her lips and got rid of any stray red that had smeared when he devoured her mouth earlier. He grinned at her.

“You still look perfect,” he whispered.

She bit her lip and her eyes darted to his mouth. He tried to hide the smug look from his face, but he couldn’t. She laughed.

“Probably need to reapply some lipstick, though,” Charlie said, reminding Shawn they weren’t alone. He looked over and found her studying him with an unreadable expression. “C’mon, Willa. There’s a bathroom down the hall.”

Shawn stepped back and Willa held his gaze for a moment before heading toward Charlie, who was still scrutinizing him from where she stood. As they headed inside, Willa turned around and shot Shawn a quick smile.

“See you inside,” she said softly before going in.

As the door closed behind her, Shawn leaned his back against the wall and tipped his head up. His raging erection pressed uncomfortably against his pants, and he willed it to go down.

He was an idiot.

He knew that now.

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