Page 117 of Against the Clock

“Fuck.”

Kelsey kicks out a leg and the dress pools on the floor. I trace my fingers over her bare leg, kissing then biting her inner thigh, her calf, until I get to her shoes and take those off too.

“You’re still wearing clothes. I want to touch you,” she says, and her voice is sexy and hoarse and drives me crazy.

I take my jacket off, unbuttoning my shirt slowly, unable to look away from her.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Show me that pretty pussy.”

She groans and I push her legs apart. Biting her lip, her fingers fall between her legs, and I suck in a breath as she slides them through her already slick flesh.

“So fucking perfect,” I say, unbuckling my belt and getting undressed in record time. “I want to taste you.”

I start to dive between her legs, but she puts a hand on my chest, stopping me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, confused but not willing to push her further than she wants to go. Ever. Never that.

“It’s my turn. I want you in my mouth.”

“Kelsey,” I say, and it’s a growl. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Kelsey moves to the edge of the bed, then sinks back onto her heels, fisting her hand over my rock-hard cock. A feral noise rips from me and she looks up at me with a sexy, amused grin on her face.

“I can’t believe I haven’t done this yet,” she says. “It’s a little intimidating. I want it to be good for you.”

“Anything you do is going to feel good.” I rock forward as she rubs her hand up and down. When her mouth closes around the tip, licking the bead of precum at my slit, I groan.

“Look at you, taking me so good, you gorgeous girl,” I say, and she moans.

I love that she likes it when I talk dirty to her. I love that I know she’s getting wetter every time I call her my good girl. I love the way her mouth feels around my dick.

My hand curls around her hair and she makes another noise that vibrates along my cock, making me clench my butt as tension builds through my body.

She works me with her mouth and I resist the urge to hold her still and fuck it. I don’t want to come in her mouth.

I have other plans for tonight.

“Enough.” It comes out a rasp.

A pop sounds as she back off, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth. Her lips are red and swollen, and the image of her looking up at me sears itself into my memory.

I pull her up to me, leaning down and kissing her fiercely until her fingernails bite into my skin.

“Remember how you used a vibrator on the phone with me?” I murmur.

She nods, and I grin at her.

“Well, I liked that. I liked that a lot. I bought some toys this week, to keep at my house.”

Her eyes go wide and I kiss her again, tasting the champagne they gave out at the ball and the strawberry flavor of her lipstick.

“Do you want me to show you?” I’ll let her decide. I want to use them, fuck, I want to drive her out of her mind with lust, I want to make her feel so good she doesn’t have any room for anything else, but she has to decide.

“Show me,” she says.

I retrieve the box from my bedside table, and her eyes go wide as I open the lid and pull out a bright pink silicone plug.

“Is that what I think it is?”

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