Page 11 of Brazen Deceits

I’m ready to shove him away, to take care of my own damn self when finally,finally, he laps the head of my clit. After all the gentle teasing, that simple stroke is all it takes, and I burst with a yelp, his fingers tight in me, his tongue pressed solid against me, as he rides the waves of pleasure with me.

I come down slowly, Walker coaxing shudders and aftershocks with small thrusts of his fingers and swipes of his tongue.

Oh my God.

“Oh,” I say, not able to form words, one arm flung wide, the other draped across my eyes, only a sliver of the world visible, a sliver filled entirely by Walker.

Only then does Walker pull back, sitting on his heels, a grin wide on his face. His fingers slip free, and he lifts them up, carefully cleaning them with the same tongue he used to shatter me. I shudder, entranced. “Mmm,” I manage.

He laughs, eyes bright. “That good?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know he’s welcome to eat me out whenever he damn well pleases. Shit.

“Mmm hmm,” I answer.

I need to find my skeleton somewhere around here. He’s still wearing those stupid pants. I want them off. I need to be less noodley so I can get them off.

“Pants,” I manage, my bones still missing, as I wave my floppy arm in his general direction.

He chuckles again. “What was that? I can’t understand you.”

“Bastard. Pants. Off.”

“Wait, these pants?”

He slips his thumbs into the waistband, and I growl. “Fucker.”

“Well, that is the goal, isn’t it?”

I flip him off with my functioning hand before attempting to sit up enough to reach his fly. No more teasing.

I wiggle until I gain control of my limbs, hauling myself upright and onto my knees, reaching for his pants.

The jokes die as anticipation takes over, my fingers hooking the button, pulling the zipper. Together, we strip his pants and boxer briefs in one tug, his cock springing free to meet my eager hand. I wrap my fingers around its breadth, and slowly stroke up, watching Walker, reading what he likes.

The second, firmer stroke has his head dropped back, his eyes closed, a gasp escaping as he slowly caresses up my arms, his hands coming to rest on either side of my neck, his thumbs tracing my jawline. I press Walker back with both hands, and he lets me, collapsing onto the pillows. Bending down, I trail my tongue along the underside of his cock, the skin silky smooth, following the seam from base to tip. I twirl my tongue around the head, pulling him into my mouth, my hand pumping down as my lips trail after. “Damn it, Clara,” he groans, totally at my mercy.

His fingers dig into my hair, my bun already half out, and I suck him deep. If he can make me boneless, I can do the same for him. I settle into a rhythm that has his hands tugging at my hair hard enough to hurt, the ache on my scalp mirroring the one between my thighs. I cup his balls, running my fingers around, between, gentle, insistent. He lets me play for a moment, his cock thick in my mouth, before he pulls me off. “No, princess. I want to be in you.”

I meet his eyes, his hands sliding back to the sides of my face, one thumb stroking my damp bottom lip. The shock of being cherished steals words from me.

He rolls forward, kissing me deeply, our tongues dancing, both tasting like each other. He pulls a condom from his wallet on the floor, and I can’t help but grin. “Planning on getting lucky tonight?” I ask.

“Only hoping for the past two months,” he answers, rolling the condom over his cock before kissing me again. He and I fall onto the pillows, and he holds my face for one last check-in.

“Please, I’m ready. I need you,” I whisper.

No other invitation needed, Walker plunges in, my body stretching to accommodate his. “Oh God,” I manage, canting my hips to help him press deeper.

He pulls back, slamming in again, watching for my reactions, for my pleasure. So I show it to him—all the tingly, achy anticipation that courses through me. I hold none of it back. I trust him with all of me. He deserves to see the way he makes me come undone.

I pant and writhe, letting out all the noises I used to keep bottled in, the moans, the gasps, they fall from my lips, and Walker laps them up, using them to guide his touch, from hip to waist to chest. I trail my hands over his muscles, his abs flexing under my palms. He shifts, his right hand gripping and caressing my breast, his left braced above me.

The pace quickens, and I need to feel him closer, as close as he is deep inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his back, and I feel the urge to mark him, to claim him as mine.

So I do.

Dragging my nails across his back makes him hiss, bucking. In a rush, he reaches down to rub his fingers against my clit, forcing me to meet him, waves of pleasure growing into typhoons. My body buzzes, electric, tensing like a bow before I snap, a scream bursting from my lips. Walker follows mewith three quick thrusts, groaning as he arches back, eyes closed in ecstasy.

The feel of him pulsing inside me triggers an aftershock, and I tremble and whimper as he collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and shaking.

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