Page 73 of Get Undressed With Me

And then he slid a finger inside her and she saw stars.

Her breath stuttered as he rubbed against that magic spot, the one that very few men had found at this point in Brittany’s life, and he must have sensed her spiral because he slowed his finger.

“Not yet, killer,” he breathed into her breast. “I’m not done. You can’t come yet. You have to wait a little longer.”

“I can’t.”

“You can and you will. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Her fingers clenched in his hair, not letting him move from where he was teasing her nipple with his teeth, but she nodded.

With a grunt of approval, Gus moved his hand again, this time slower, stroking inside of her, teasing that spot just as his thumb found the perfect angle to drive her clit crazy. Faintly, Brittany heard herself panting, whimpering, but all she could do was hold on to him and focus on the sensations he was causing inside her. Just as he slid a second finger in, he moved to her other nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, creating a tug that ran through her entire body straight from his mouth to her pussy.

“Please,” she heard herself beg. At that moment, she couldn’t even find it in herself to be embarrassed. She just desperately needed him to make her come.

He lifted his head, looking into her eyes, and she saw everything at once: his desire, his heat, his care, and something else, something deep that she wasn’t quite ready for.

“Come for me, Brittany. I want to watch you break apart.”

He punctuated his words by thrusting a third finger inside her, hard and deep and at the exact angle she needed to explode.

She was lost to her shivers, her muscles contracting around his fingers, her wetness sliding between them as he kept working that spot, not letting her move away, watching her every reaction as he held Brittany tight against him. And when she finally fell limp in his arms, he cradled her to his chest, matching his breath with hers, the smell of him filling her every sense, and she realized with a panic that she was not going to be able to let this man walk away. There was no getting over him if he decided to leave.

Dazed from both the orgasm and the revelation, Brittany looked up to meet his eyes, realizing vaguely that his fingers were still inside her, that his other arm was keeping her balanced against the sink. Her red lipstick was smudged on his face, and he was looking at her with such a tender expression she was certain her heart would break.

“You did so well,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out of her, out of her panties, and she whimpered with the loss even as all of her bones felt like liquid. As she watched, he raised his hand to his mouth, sucking a finger inside, tasting her juices while never taking his eyes on her and she felt desire flicker inside her again.

He removed his finger from his mouth with a pop and then held his hand toward her, waiting. Not saying anything, but he didn’t need to. She instinctively opened her mouth, and he dipped his middle finger inside, letting her taste herself. She let her tongue wrap around his finger, moaning at how dirty the act itself made her feel. The twitch she felt between her legs, where his cock was pressing against his jeans, let her know that he felt the same way.

Brittany reached down to touch him, but he stepped back before she could make contact, his other finger still in her mouth, now holding her there.

“People are probably looking for us.” His voice was raspy, torn, clearly wanted to stay in that bathroom forever, and boy,was she eager to agree. “We should go before they get more suspicious.”

And then he stepped back, his finger slipping from her mouth down to her waist to help steady her as she lost the anchor of his body, helping her back down to her feet. With shaky hands, she buttoned up her shorts, turning to check her makeup, her hair, and grimacing as she realized Min was definitely going to know what had happened. Brittany had that ‘just got my back blown out’ look to her, and there was no way she was going to be able to hide it.

In the mirror, she watched Gus adjust himself, running his hands through his hair to try to repair the damage she had done with her hands buried in it, wiping his face where her lipstick had lived up to the hype and stained his skin. Their eyes met in the mirror.

“Don’t let her touch you again.” Brittany’s voice sounded suddenly loud in the bathroom, but she couldn’t help it.

He met her glare with a calm look. “Stop flirting with Theo.”

“Theo flirts with parked cars.”

“He can flirt with anyone else. Just not you. Not anymore.”

There was a challenge in his eyes as if he expected her to lose her temper of this control he was trying to establish. But she wasn’t angry. She almost craved it, craved him claiming her as his so thoroughly that no one would question it.

“Deal.”

Gus nodded once, and with a final glance raking over her body, he unbolted the bathroom and opened the door.

Only to find Robbie standing there, looking pissed as hell.

“Nothing going on, huh?” Robbie sneered, betrayal and anger and a lot of other petty emotions crossing his face, his jaw locked, his eyes on Gus.

Gus’s jaw clenched, but otherwise his expression stayed the same.

“Things have changed.”

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