Page 69 of Spit

“Trey.” I snarled.

“I like it when you say my name.” he placed another kiss on the side of my throat. “I’ll be good. I promise. I won’t kiss those delicious lips. The ones on your face, or any other. I can scent your arousal. I want to know what happens when my tightly wound null witch finally let’s go.”

“Yournull witch?” I retorted.

I hadn’t been paying attention to his hands, not when his lips were teasing along my shoulder.

I inhaled sharply as his fingers dipped into the waistband of my sweatpants. I was aware that I had forgone underwear two days ago, instead opting to go commando instead of washing my panties in the bathroom sink.

His fingers were soft, though tipped with calluses. He brushed against the curls between my legs, his arms curving over my front, one hand sliding up my solar plexus, between my breasts, and the other diving lower.

I couldn’t help it. I knew I was wet. I tipped my ass until I felt Trey’s front. He was hard. I rubbed against him like a cat on heat, the thin fabric of his sweats enough that I could gauge where the head of his cock was—and it wasbig.

Trey’s finger parted my lower lips, skirting the edge of my clit but not quite touching. A bolt of pleasure shot through my body, such a strange sensation.

I had never been touched in such a reverent way—it felt like we were standing on a knife's edge.

It wouldn’t take much to forget myself and tilt my head, meeting Trey’s soft lips as he kissed behind my ear and down my throat. I wondered what his tongue would feel like, though if it was anything like his fingers, I wasn’t sure I would survive.

I felt his finger as it found my entrance. Instead if plunging inside, Trey thrust just the tip inside, feeling my walls contract around him as if to pull him deeper.

“So fucking wet.” He whispered.

I exhaled deeply, shakily. Biting my bottom lip to hide a moan, his hand rocked, and his finger slipped just a bit deeper.

“Does that feel good, Lexi?” Trey breathed, his voice thick with arousal. The heel of his palm rubbed against me, grinding against my clit as he added another finger.

I could hear the sounds of his touch, my wetness, as he fucked me with his hand. My hips moved on their own accord, grinding and thrusting back into his crotch as I imagined that his fingers were his cock, plunging deep inside me—to the hilt.

He was deep. I lifted my hand, biting my knuckles to stop the moan.

Then he added another finger. Three, plunging inside of me. I widened my stance, and when Trey couldn’t get the purchase he wanted, he used the hand at my chest to pull down my pants until my ass was bare. I curved my back, pushing my ass out as I presented it to him like an animal in heat.

Trey reached forward, fucking me with one hand as I met his thrusts, feeling his fingers pulling me open with a delicious burn and mindless pleasure. His other hand gripped my ass, pulling my cheek to the side so he could fully view my pussy and asshole.

I couldn’t bring myself to be self-conscious. His touch felt too good. My orgasm, illusive and teasing, began to bear down on me, turning my mind to soup. I was a collection of nerve endings—hard nipples brushing against my tank, clit hungry, begging for even the tiniest scrap of attention. My nub sang with pleasure whenever the heel of Trey’s palm ground into me as he fucked me with his fingers.

I was open. Bare. Vulnerable. In a way that I had never been before.

I knew how much I was risking, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

My orgasm shocked me as a startling cry ripped from my throat. Trey’s hand left my ass and cupped my throat as he dragged my body to standing. My back pressed against his chest as he held me captive through my orgasm. Riding the waves of pleasure, I twitched as he teased my pussy with his hand—until I let out a weak mew, too sensitive after my orgasm had left my body and my senses slowly returned.

Trey pulled his fingers free. Wet with my juices.

I gripped his wrist. “You need to wash your hand. You can’t… you just need to wash your hand.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t need to explain. I didn't know what would happen if Trey accidentally tasted his fingers or brushed them against his lips.

“I know.” Trey’s eyes softened.

My euphoria dissolved. I wished I was normal so badly that it hurt. I tried to smile, but my lips refused to cooperate.

“Let's finish shopping and meet Legion at the bar.” Trey wiped his hand down his leg. “He’s been waiting for about half an hour.”

Self-pity party over, I reached up and slapped Trey’s arm. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I hissed.

Trey’s grin turned wicked. “So I could get you alone.”

Chapter Eleven

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