Page 44 of Light My Fire

“This what?”

“Licking your pussy until you come again,” he says bluntly. “It’s like your vibrator or my fingers. Your pretty little clit is going to love it.”

I start to respond—with what I have no idea—but he lowers his head and just shows me what he means.

And… Oh. My. God.

I fall back onto the mattress, my entire body melting, and everything in my world narrowing to Wyatt Doherty’s tongue between my legs.

He licks, sucks, licks again, flicks, sucks some more. Then he adds his fingers. Those two amazingly thick, long, knowing fingers.

And I come apart in less than five minutes.

The orgasm feels deeper somehow than the first. It rolls over me, heating every inch of my body, and making me almost sob.

“Wyatt! Oh my god! Wyatt!”

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he tells me, crawling up my body. “Let ‘em hear you.”

I slap a hand over my mouth. Thatwaspretty loud, and there are two other people in the house.

He pulls my hand away, chuckling. “Oh, no. You scream out my name, girl. It’s not like they don’t know what’s going on up here. I want them to know I’m doing what they sent me up here to do.”

I’m feeling the mix of endorphins hit my blood stream. I feel giddy and sexy andsoexcited about what’s to come. I wrap my arms around his neck as he stretches out over me, his bare chest finally against mine. His heat seeps into me, the light hair on his chest abrades my nipples, and I kiss him deeply.

I realize I can taste myself on his lips and at first, my instinct is to draw away. But then, for some reason, I open my mouth and slide my tongue into his.

He groans and strokes his tongue deep into my mouth and I definitely taste what he just did.

His hand tangles in my hair, and he pulls my head back, staring into my eyes. “You doing okay?”

“So much better than okay,” I tell him, my breathing ragged.

“Good.”

I hesitate only a second before asking, “What did Jackson and Luke send you up here to do exactly?”

His grin is slow and sexy. “Rock your fucking world.”

I return his grin. “Yeah, you’re doing that then.”

He kisses me again, but then pushes back, kneeling between my knees again. His gaze sweeps over me. “Damn, but you look good, all soft and sated and wet and pink.”

I blush but I don’t make any move to close my legs. I couldn’t anyway, considering he’s positioned between them and doesn’t seem at all inclined to move, but also, he’s beenveryup close and personal with the part of my body he’s now studying. It would be silly to try to cover up now.

Then he pushes off the end of the bed.

“Hey!” I protest.

But his hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Oh,” I say softly as I realize he’s undressing the rest of the way.

My heart starts thundering. I prop up to watch.

He pushes his sweatpants down. He’s not wearing underwear and his long, thick, hard cock is evident immediately.

I stare.

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