Page 43 of Never Less

“Up, Liliana.”

I do as he says, putting all my weight on my hands so he can pull my shorts down. He takes my panties, too, and my socks, leaving me completely naked. In the dining area, we’re surrounded by huge windows, but I’m not too worried. Marcus has enough bushes and trees surrounding the house to block out his neighbors.

I hook a finger through one of the belt loops of his shorts and tug him closer. But just as I’m about to get them off him, he pushes my hand away and sinks to his knees in front of me.

“Too fucking beautiful,” he mutters quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself.

“Marcus, the floor.” I can’t imagine kneeling on hard tile is comfortable for more than a few seconds. If we were on carpet or he had something to put under his knees, that’d be one thing, but—

With a hand on my stomach, Marcus presses me down until I’m flat on my back. He doesn’t bother responding to me, just licks me from vagina to clit with a deep groan. I gasp at the way his tongue feels against me, especially when he wraps his arms around my thighs to tug me to the very edge of the table.

My protests fade from my mind as he gently sucks on my clit. Even though he pushed me down, I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch him. The view doesn’t disappoint. Marcus’s head is buried between my thighs, and his eyelids are heavy with pleasure. When he sucks harder, I let out a choked noise, and he moans.

He’s eating me out like a man starved—like he’s wanted me for ages, and now he can finally have me. Except it’s not like that. It is that.

“When?” I pant.

At first I don’t think he’s going to stop, but he finally pulls back. “When what?”

“When was the first time you realized you were attracted to me?”

“Since the first time I laid eyes on you, little star.”

That’s… That’s over four years ago.

“And you?” he asks.

“Summer after graduation,” I whisper. “When we stayed here waiting for Nate’s start date.”

“Mmm.” His eyes drop back down to my pussy, and he leans forward and licks my clit slowly.

“Did you—” My voice falters at whatever he’s doing with his tongue. “Did you want to steal me from Nate then, too?”

“Liliana,” he says, and his voice is laced with impatience. “I’ve waited long enough for this. No more interruptions.”

I give him a teasing smile that’s immediately wiped from my face when he sucks on my clit hard. He works me until my body is riddled with tension and my thoughts are as slow as molasses. All I can focus on is him and how close to coming he has me.

“Marcus, you… you’re gonna make me come.”

“Lay back,” he tells me. “Just relax, little star.”

Relax? How the hell am I supposed to do that?

But I do as he says, resting my head on the table.

“Just let yourself get lost in it,” he says against my skin.

Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensation of his tongue dragging up my pussy before he sucks on my clit. I don’t like being the only one getting off, but Marcus is making it hard to want to move. He keeps bringing me right to the edge before slowing down his movements. It’s infuriating, but every time he does it, the tension in my stomach builds more.

At first, I think he’s just taking his time exploring me, but then I realize he’s doing it on purpose. I’ve heard of this before. Tried to do it to myself a few times, even, but I could never hold off for long.

Now, I don’t have a choice.

“I thought—oh fuck—I thought you were supposed to tell someone when you were edging them.”

“Pretty sure you’ve figured it out,” he murmurs lazily.

“Marcus.” I twist, trying to get more friction against his face when he slows down again. I want his fingers inside me. Or his cock—god, I want his cock so badly.

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