Page 65 of Irreversible

“What does she have to do…to please him?” The words turn into a sultry purr that makes every muscle in my lower body tighten.

Fucking hell.

“Whatever he fucking tells her to.” I pause, just long enough to get a hold of myself. Wherever this ends up going, I need to stay in control. Of both of us. I plot Nick’s next move, playing it all out like a movie in my head. “Moving down to the end of the bed, he clasps his hands around her ankles, sliding them up her legs, to her soft thighs. Kneeling between them, he grasps her by the hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. When she winces, he gives her a devious smile. She should know better than to encourage him.”

“Oh, my God,” she says. “You’re really good at this. Way better than my books.”

“You’re interrupting.” My correction is hard as steel—much like my tortured cock.

NowI’mthe one whose lips are curling into a devious smile. “Catching her off guard, Nick grabs her by the back of the thighs, pushes them straight back to her chest, and smacks her already sore ass.”

“For complimenting you?”

“Disobedience has consequences, Bee.”

Now, as much as I’m enjoying this, it’s about time to get to the proverbial climax before I lose it.

“Once he’s sure Chloe remembers who’s in charge, Nick lowers her legs just enough to bend her knees, keeping them tucked up to her chest and spreading them far apart. He bends down and runs his tongue up the inside of one trembling thigh, then the other, and finally through the center, back to front, until she’s thrusting her hips into the air and crying for more.”

I stop a moment to let the desperation build. Holy fuck, I can practically taste her on my tongue, salty and feminine. Liquid sweetness. Wet and ready for me.

“Keep going.” Her voice is full of throaty need; it’s making me sweat.

“He’s…contemplating,” I tell her.

“Contemplating what?”

“Where to stuff his cock. Should he make her choke on it? Or…”

She chokes. Literally. Well, maybe it’s more of a cough, but it makes me chuckle.

“Chloe would probably be okay with that.”

“Oh, I know she would, sweetheart, but good things come to those who wait. Right now, Nick has other plans. Letting her legs go, he runs his tongue along her naked body, headed for those gorgeous tits, taking them in his mouth one at a time, giving each nipple a tug between his teeth, as his hand closes around her throat.”

My dick pulses, knowing the only action it’s getting is through this goddamn story.

“Settling his knees on either side of her chest, he straddles her. ‘You’re fucking beautiful, all wrecked for me like this,’ he tells her, running his thumb along her pulse. ‘Now take my cock out.’”

I’m debating whether to edge her until she’s begging or to bring Nick and Chloe’s bedtime story to its conclusion when she jumps in again.

“What does his body look like?” she wonders. “Without clothing, I mean.”

Christ, I wish I could turn her over my knee right now. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” she draws the word out. “Does he have tattoos?”

“She doesn’t know. He stays fully clothed, only letting her take his sizable cock out of his pants. Chloe will have to use her imagination on the rest…for now.”

Hey, at least I didn’t use the words “steel pipe.”

She takes the bait. “Exactly howsizableare we talking here?”

“I don’t know, should we find a ruler? There must be one over here somewhere. Oh wait, you’re the one with the stash of random objects.”

“I meant Nick’s.”

“Mmhmm.” Like we’re still pretending they aren’t one and the same. “Maybe I’ll find another use for that ruler.”

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