Page 23 of Filthy Liar

Instead, he takes care to remove his vest. Lying in the bed, naked, I watch as he folds the leather vest and places it on the top of the dresser, and then he starts to tug his clothes off.

I almost ask him about the vest, but my words get caught in my throat when he removes the rest of his clothes and stands completely naked in front of me.

He is covered in tattoos. They aren’t colorful like most of the tats I’ve seen. They’re all black and white. They’re a little scary, but they’re also sexy as shit. My mouth goes completely dry atthe sight of him. If I thought he was sexy in his clothes, I didn’t know a damn thing.

Because he’s breathtaking out of them.

He climbs into the bed on top of me. My legs instinctually spread to make room for him. I want him inside of me. I want to feel him. But I want to touch him, too. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his hard length.

Gently, I stroke him. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not good at things like this. I’m awkward and weird. I’m definitely not sleek and sexy. He shifts his hips, fucking my hand for a few strokes, then he rears back. My breath hitches, and I start to apologize. He doesn’t let me. Instead, he leans backward.

“Too fucking good,” he grunts.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper.

Clink chuckles. “Baby, you know exactly what the fuck you’re doing.”

Then, before I can respond, he’s moved down my body, and his mouth is between my thighs. I gasp, reaching down as I grip his hair. I don’t know what’s happening. His mouth is between my legs…Clink’s mouth is between my legs.

Instinctually, I lift my hips to meet his tongue's strokes. It’s so good that I can’t even think. My mind is jumbled. My entire body is filled with anticipation of what’s to come. Because the orgasm that I am craving is just on the edge. I can feel it. My body wants it. My mind begs for it.

And I know that this man, he’s going to deliver. I can feel it deep in my bones, or rather, it’s deep in my pussy. Bucking beneath him, my hips lift to meet his tongue. I close my eyes, turn my head to the side, and grip his hair tightly as he fucks me with his tongue.

Although, the way my hips move, my pussy shifts against his tongue, I’m afraid that maybe I’m the one fucking him. I don’tthink it matters. I hiss, lifting my head as I look down at him. His meet mine.

Then I feel his tongue swirl around my clit, flicking it, then circling it again. My eyes roll to the back of my head. My hips move faster and faster. I’m on the edge, ready to tip over. His mouth between my legs is the best thing I’ve ever felt before.

As I grind my pussy against his face, my shame has flown out of the window. I don’t know where it’s gone, but I’m hoping it doesn’t come back anytime soon. I like this uninhibited part of me, and with the lights on, I feel so dangerous and sexy.

Arching my back, I grind even harder against his face. He moans, and I wonder what it would feel like to actually ride his face. I’ve never done that before, but I decide I’m going to do that next.

My inhibitions are lost. They’re somewhere far away, and I’m okay with that. I don’t know if I want them back.

My orgasm consumes me. It doesn’t just roll through me—it explodes inside of me. My entire body freezes, then I begin to tremble as I hold on to him. He doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to fuck me.

Once my orgasm subsides, my muscles begin to tremble. I don’t release his hair. I hold Clink against me as his tongue continues to lap at my center. My clit is so sensitive that I eventually release my grip, but he doesn’t stop.

“Clink,” I breathe.

“Humble,” he says. “That’s my name.”

His lips touch my thigh as he climbs up my body, stopping to kiss each of my nipples before his smiling face hovers above mine.

“I want you to scream my name when you come, baby. I want your pussy to squeeze my cock while you’re screaming my name. I want you to be heard over the music in the bar. I want everyfucking person in this clubhouse to know that it’s me who made you come.”

Shivering, I don’t even try to hide or fight off the goose bumps that break out over my flesh. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you, baby?” he says, his voice almost purring. “Scream my name, claim me at the same time I’m claiming your body for myself?”

Oh.

My.

God.

Yes, yes, I will do that. Hell, I’ll do anything this man asks as long as he’s looking at me the way he is right now. Everything about this moment is like it’s from a dream. It’s too good to be reality, and I know that once the sun rises, it will be just that—too good to be genuine.

But for tonight, I’m going to pretend it’s all authentic.

“I’ll do that for you, Humble,” I agree, trying out his name for the first time. I’ve never heard a name like that before, but I like it too much—far too much.

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