Page 68 of The Spice Play

But it didn’t sting anymore like it used to, and I had to push past the sinking feeling that it could happen again and believe,hope, that it wouldn’t.

“No,” she breathed. “It’s just… I didn’t know. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t know. I mean, I knew you made good money from hockey, but I didn’t knowthat.”

I spun her to face me, forcing myself to think with my brain and not my cock for a moment.It doesn’t matter to her. I have to trust that.“I figured as much,” I chuckled, pressing a kiss against her lips and hovering just a breath from them. “Did you think it was just normal behavior for hockey players to give away expensive cars like candy?”

“Maybe, but nothing you’ve done has been completelynormal,” she smirked. Her hands grasped at the lapels of my jacket again, her feet slightly unsteady in her heels as she stood almost completely bare in my arms. She pushed, trying to get the fabric over my shoulders, but I maneuvered it back into place. “Oh, come on, I’m basically nakedand you’re still wearing your whole suit. This is hardly fair.”

“I didn’t intend for this to befair.” Bending down quicker than she could react, I hooked an arm under her rear and hoisted her up, throwing her over my shoulder in one quick movement. I took half a second to take in the main living space of the penthouse before setting my sights on the sliver of a kitchen I could see through the far doorway.

“Seb!” she laughed, her hands grasping for enough friction on my jacket to bring herself somewhat upright. “What are you doing? Put me down.”

I crossed the room with ease, slipping around the coffee table and through to the kitchen, complete with —fuck yes— a dining table. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you’d taste since I found you at Smokey’s,” I huffed, slamming my hand down on her ass hard enough to make her squeal. I dragged my fingers along the freshly pinkened flesh gently, just barely touching her, but I knew it would feel like little pinpricks to her. She squirmed against me, and I shoved the dinner plates on the table out of the way with my free hand before depositing her atop it. “I fully intend to have my fucking meal tonight. I’m even dressed for the occasion.”

I’d never seen her face or neck so red — not even when she’d dropped her bag and her vibrator had come tumbling out of it. “Are you serious?”

I shot her a grin and wrapped my fingers around the back of a chair, pulling it out and plopping it down directly in front of her legs before sitting down. “Deathly.”

Her throat worked on a swallow. “Um… I’ve never…”

I cocked a brow at her and dragged my hands down her legs, lifting her heeled feet into my lap. “Don’t tell me thatcunt we left downstairs didn’t eat you out once in the five years you were together,” I grunted. Slipping my fingers behind the strap over the back of her heels, I slid them down, removing both of them one by one.

“No, no, he did. A handful of times,” she clarified, but she still looked nervous, still seemed a little bit uncomfortable. “It’s not that I’ve never experienced that, it’s that I’ve never… come from it.”

I almost saw red. Almost. “Fucking amateurs,” I breathed.

A laugh broke through her discomfort. “I don’t know, the guy I let try in high school said he was the world champion, so you might have pretty steep competition.”

I stifled the snort that came out of me and pressed a kiss against her inner thigh, not quite resisting the urge to sink my teeth into the soft flesh just a little as I played with the edge of her underwear. “Somehow, I highly doubt that title was actually given to him,” I smirked, pressing my hand flat against the middle of her chest. “Lay back and lift up so I can get these off you. I’m fucking starving.”

Hesitantly, she did as she was told, leaning back onto the table on her elbows and lifting her rear just enough for me to slip her thong down her thighs.

I didn’t care if this ruined my suit, didn’t care if she was convinced she wouldn’t be able to come from this, didn’t care that I was somewhat out of practice myself. I wasdesperatefor it, and the moment I spread her legs apart and saw the glimmering, dripping dampness between her thighs, I couldn’t help myself.

I needed it.

I leaned forward in my chair, and the moment my mouth made contact with her, the taste of her sent my headspinning so badly I almost didn’t even clock her surprised little moan.

God, she tasted like heaven. I wasn’t going to want to stop.

I slid my tongue down from her clit before I’d even begun to work at it, selfishly dipping it inside of her to get more, and this time I fully caught her shaky, shuddered breath. I looked up at her over the expanse of her body, taking in every sight of her completely bare on the dining table while I was still sitting there in my full suit, desperately trying to keep my cock under control as her half-lidded eyes met mine and her mouth popped open just a touch.

“Do that again,” she breathed.

She didn’t need to ask me twice.

Heart thudding in my chest, I dragged my tongue down again, pushing it inside of her a little further this time, being a little more reckless. My nose rubbed against her clit as I twisted my tongue, dragging a hearty moan from her.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and tugged her closer, pushing just a bit deeper. Her back thudded on the table as she gave up her pursuit to stay somewhat upright. “Oh my God,” she moaned.

“You taste better than I could have ever imagined,” I said, the words muffled and quiet from my preoccupied mouth. Air was overrated anyway.

Everything about her, from the flavor that coated my tongue, the way her pussy contracted around me, how her stomach and chest rose and fell with every shortened breath and gasp, the way she sounded as I touched her — it was too much. It was perfect. I’d denied myself of her for too long at the beginning and too long in the last month she’d been away, and I couldn’t help but use my hands, one hookedaround her thigh and focusing on her clit while I worked her entrance with my tongue and the other locked on my lap, trying to gain any bit of friction on my cock through my slacks.

I wanted to seat myself inside of her so fucking badly, but I wanted to shower her with pleasure even more.

Stroking her clit with my thumb, I gave her little breaks from the stimulation at her entrance and dragged my tongue along her plump lips, top to bottom, on either side. She dripped as her hips gyrated, desperately seeking more, and I caught it all with my mouth, savoring every bit she gave me.

“Christ, Seb,” she said, panting between the words and her voice breaking on my name. “Fuck me. Please.Please.”

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