Page 112 of Dare To Fall

I cover her mouth with my hand. “Multiple orgasms from my fingers and mouth. That was the agreement.”

“But, Eli—”

“Eli’s not here right now,” I whisper, bracing myself on one hand to stare down at her. “Only Sin.” I run my tongue over her lips. “And he doesn’t fuck you.”

I slide down her body, pull her shorts off, toss them to one side, and settle between her thighs. The first sweep of my tongue over her clit arches her back off the mattress. Her hands fall into my hair, fingers curling against my scalp. A contented sound rumbles up my throat at her cries, at the taste of her on my tongue.

She tugs at my hair, begging and pleading, sobbing, and moaning, while I feast on her. My fingers join my tongue, sliding through her wetness until I can push two inside her and thrust them in and out while my tongue flicks, licks, and strokes over her clit.

Words are spilling from her lips, unintelligible moans interspersed with my name. Not Sin, but me.

Eli.

Her hips buck, fingernails scraping over my scalp as she falls over the edge. I lift my head and press a kiss to her trembling thigh.

“Count for me, Kitten.”

“Two.” The number is a breathy whisper.

“Good girl.”

***

Dawn is rising when she finally pleads with me to stop. Her body is shaking and slick with sweat. I’ve kept my word and managed to stay inside my sweats. But her lips are swollen from my kisses, and she lost count of her orgasms around six or seven. Her skin is flushed, and her eyes are heavy when she rolls onto her side to look at me.

“I’m not drunk now.”

I prop my head up on one hand and reach out to brush her hair away from her face. “Drunk on orgasms. Still not fucking you.”

Her hand cups my dick through my pants. “But you’re hard.”

“Fucking stone,” I agree.

“I could help with that.” She gives a gentle squeeze.

“You could, but not until you’re sober.”

She slides closer and hooks her leg around my hip so she can rub against my dick. “Sleep naked with me.”

“No. You’re a bad girl who wants to do naughty things to me while I’m asleep.” I cup her ass and pull her closer so I can grind my erection against her pussy.

Her eyes roll up, eyelashes fluttering closed, as she moans at the sensation.

“I was warned about girls like you,” I whisper, thrusting against her. “Greedy for my dick. Corrupting my innocence.”

She snorts a laugh at my claim, her fingers tracing up my back, and opens her eyes to search out mine. “What if I wake you up sucking your cock?”

“What time is it?”

She blinks at my question but looks at the wall where the pale light of dawn shines onto the clock hanging there.

“Four in the morning.”

“If you sleep until eight, I won’t complain if I wake up with my dick in your mouth.”

“Four hours.” She sighs and buries her face against my throat. “That’s too long.”

“But long enough to convince me you’re sober enough to be responsible for your decisions.”

---