Page 22 of Story Of My Heart

“Circles. With your tongue. Then suck. Like eating a peach.”

Doing exactly as she asks, I draw the bundle of nerves wetly into my mouth, suckling gently and rubbing my tongue against her in flat circles.

“Oh, fuck. Tate. That’s perfect,” she hisses, bringing her hand down and winding her fingers in my hair. I am a vain creature, and not entirely immune to praise. Hearing her cheer me on makes me double my efforts, marveling at the way she’s beginning to contract around my fingers. “I’m so close. If you stop, I swear to god I’ll kill you. Or even worse. I’ll quit. Your coffee will never be right again, and your ties won’t match your favorite Armani suit.”

Her threat is made a lot less convincing by the hitch in her throat and the sharp little gasps that linger between the words. I’ve never felt as at peace as I do right now. My brain is usually running at a thousand miles an hour, thinking about every aspect of my empire at once, but right now all that exists is the way that she tastes and the little mewls falling from her lips and the wetness running down my hand. Nothing matters to me outside of making her shatter across my tongue.

“God, Tate,” Piper cries, her grip on my hair tightening. “I’m—”

A strangled squeal drowns out her words, her thighs trembling against me, and then she goes still with a soft laugh. Her laugh turns to a groan, and then a surprised whimper as I make gentle kisses against her skin.

Taking my hand away, I look up from between her legs, and I place both fingers in my mouth, cleaning away her essence. “You can’t believe how good you taste. Might even be better than one of your truffles.”

Her jaw drops, and she stares at me, stunned. Smiling, I place a hand under each side of her ass, firmly angling her toward me.

“You don’t have to,” she starts to protest as I dip my head back down.

“I know. But I want to,” I growl, gripping her as I bury my face against her, licking my way up through her folds and back down again. “I take learning very, very seriously.”

I circle her entrance with my tongue, giving her oversensitive clit a few moments to recover, busying myself by imagining the way she’s gonna feel on my dick instead. I want this woman in endless ways, want her in ways I’ve never had anyone, and even as a filthy movie reel of those possibilities flicker through my mind, I know that will never be enough.

I want to eat her out while she’s on all fours and I’m behind her.

I want her riding my dick while her full tits bounce until her nipples harden.

I want her on her knees sucking my length deep into the back of her throat.

Most of all, I want her to want me.

See me.

Understand me.

Tate the man, not Tate Story her billionaire boss.

I want to fall back in time before I made any money and make memories with Piper as a poor, nerdy college student trying to find his place in a cruel world.

Because I know she’d be my ride or die on any timeline.

She tries to wriggle out of my grasp, but I hold on tightly, and after a moment, she brings both hands against my head, grinding herself against my face. “Tate, you lick me so perfectly. Please don’t stop.”

I had never pegged myself for this kind of guy, but the way she’s using me so shamelessly is like catnip to me, and my dick goes so hard inside of my slacks that it hurts to breathe. “I want you to come on my face again. I don’t think we practiced that enough. And then I’m going to practice fucking you, however you want me to, and however long you want me to.”

Whatever I said must be working for her. As soon as I return my attention to her clit, another orgasm starts to descend over her. When she finally goes limp, I pull away, placing a soft kiss on her thigh. My beard is soaked, and I wipe away at it with the back of my hand.

“Now you’re wearing too many clothes,” she laughs, laying bonelessly against the pillows, her gaze traveling down my body and settling at the tent in my pants as my dick tries in vain to break through my zipper. “And I think we’ve had enough practice licking. You get an ‘A’.”

She rolls onto her stomach, before shifting back onto her knees, lifting her ass in the air and pointing it directly at me. I’m starting to wonder if I got in a car accident on the drive out here, and this is all some kind of elaborate hallucination while I’m lying in a hospital bed on a ventilator. Piper is just presenting herself to me, in the middle of the day, sunlight streaming through the cracks in the blinds and landing directly on her slick, swollen pussy. If this is a coma, I don’t ever want to wake up.

I rush to unbutton my shirt, trying to undo my belt and fly at the same time. Stumbling in my haste, I have to put a hand on the bed to steady myself. I say a tiny prayer to no one in particular that there’s a condom in my wallet, and promise to whoever is listening out there that I will work at least two of Ledger’s shifts with Captain Obvious bird bullying me if there is, and it isn’t expired.

Finding my call answered, I tear the foil open and slide it over my erection, knees buckling slightly at how painfully hard I’ve become. She hasn’t even touched me and I’m in danger of exploding right here and now. This can’t be good. This does not bode well for me, and if there wasn’t a tight, warm, very enthusiastic woman waiting for me to claim her, I would stop to overthink things.

Instead, I climb on the bed behind her, marveling at the dip in her back as she arches toward me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. There should be an entire room in the Louvre dedicated to that dip in her back.

“I can’t imagine you’re getting any practice in just sitting there like that.” As if to underline her point, she makes a small circle with her hips. I’m definitely in a coma. I’m fine with that. As long as no one unplugs me and I can stay here as long as I want, I’ll be happy.

“So you like it…” Bringing the head of my dick against her entrance, I press ever so slightly, not quite entering until I get some kind of permission. God, this is just like I imagined it would be only a few minutes ago. There’s something raw and feral about this position.

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