Page 11 of Bait Me
Again? He can’t be serious. But it seems he is as he starts spraying the cream down my chin and neck, over one of my breasts, covering my nipple, until he stops the trail just above my clit. And then he pulls a scarf out from behind him, where I presume it was in the back pocket of his joggers, and he says, “Lift your head,” before he places the scarf behind me and wraps it around, covering my eyes so I can see nothing. My breathing picks up, my chest rising and falling from the anticipation. And then his mouth gets to work, licking the cream slowly, my skin coming alive, tingling, the sensation of not being able to see heightening my already turned-on state.
Jesus.
This man.
And it’s only the first night. Where no sex was supposed to happen unless agreed upon beforehand. Well, that went right out the window, didn’t it?
He trails his tongue down my body, sucking my nipple for longer than needed to lap up the cream, but I’m not complaining. It all feels so very fucking good as he makes his way to the bottom of my stomach and then lavishes my pussy with the same attention as earlier, albeit slower, more sensual, dragging out my pleasure and making me see stars.
I’m exhausted, mentally and physically fucked, my mind unable to comprehend doing it more than once in a day, because I’ve clearly been with the wrong men before this.
And somehow, I come on his tongue even quicker than before, my body spent and sated as he laps everything like I’m the best meal he’s ever tasted. I kind of hope I am, because I really don’t know how the hell I’m going to walk out of here after the weekend is over and let him go.
Chapter Ten
DARIUS
Night one was unexpected, but I welcomed every time she let me touch her body, taste her, feel her. And day two will be more of the same, because I’m going to fucking ruin her for any other man until she realises that she’s mine.
I had breakfast delivered, which we ate in comfortable silence, and then I fucked her on the table after. I had lunch delivered, which we ate whilst watching a film of her choice—not a chick flick but an action flick—and then she sat on my lap and bobbed up and down on my dick whilst her tits bounced in my face and I bit her nipples. And now, as she lays on the bed, I crawl over her, needing more, so much more.
“I can’t, Darius,” she says quietly, her eyes opening as I lay on top of her. “I can’t give you anymore.”
“You fucking can,” I growl. “And you will.” I know she will, her body so responsive to my touch. She’s already naked, so I spread her legs and get to work, the taste of her truly addictive.
“Come on, Bonnie, give me one more,” I growl, my face buried in her pussy and my fingers plunging in and out of her.
I can feel it building, drawing it out of her, ready for her to crumble once more.
“Oh god,” she says on a breath, and then I have an idea as I move off of her and go to the bedside drawer, pulling out a brand-new toy that I bought for this occasion. A vibrator. A really fucking good one, by all accounts.
I had already unpackaged it before she arrived, so it’s good to go, and as I push it at her entrance, she widens her legs, inviting me to bury the thing inside of her. And I do, before I use the handy little remote that came with it and touch the button, turning it on to the slowest setting to start with.
“Now, get up and kneel over my face,” I tell her, laying myself down as she manoeuvres over me. “Good girl.” And then I kick the vibrator up a notch as we top and tail, but she surprises me by taking my dick in her mouth, because I’ve barely worn clothes today either. There’s really been no need.
I eat her pussy like a man who hasn’t seen one for years. I click the vibrator up again as she sinks her hot mouth onto my cock over and over, and as I feel myself building to release, I click the vibrator onto the highest setting and suck her clit between my lips. She screams around my dick, the sound muffled as she continues to work me, relentless.
I come hard in her mouth, and she licks me clean after, even as the vibrator continues to work and has her whole body trembling.
“I can’t… I can’t anymore,” she says, once she’s satisfied I’m all clean, and she flops on the bed. I turn the vibrator off and pull it out of her, throwing it on the bed and dipping my tongue inside of her, tasting her cum. Heaven.
I take a moment to just lay with her, moving her onto her side so she’s facing me, kissing her, holding her close.
“Where did you come from?” she whispers against my lips, and I smile.
“Could say the same about you,” I tell her, because damn I wish I’d met her first, before her fucking sister who is nothing like the woman laying with me. You’d think they came from totally different families.
“What we’re doing, it’s?—”
“Right,” I interrupt, because I can see doubt creeping in, threatening to cloud the moment. “It feels right, Bonnie.”
“It does,” she agrees. “So why am I letting the guilt creep back in?”
“I can’t answer that, only you can. But let me ask you this… if there was no history, no past where I dated your sister for five minutes, would it stop you?”
I can see the answer before she says it. “No.”
Her answer weighs heavy, because as much as she might not get on with her family, it must be scary for her to think about what they’ll do if they ever find out she’s been with me. I have no doubt that her sister would be fucking furious, her mother just as mad, and they’d make her life hell. But she needs to decide for herself. My purpose is to make her see that I’m here and I’m not leaving, ever. Whether it takes her a day or a year to make a decision, she’s it for me. Like I said, I knew it the first time I saw her.
