Page 33 of Lovers in Lockdown

‘Fuck,you taste sweeter than honey,’ I growl into her glistening pussy, before sucking her clit into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it in slow, languid circles, drawing out a breathy moan that goes on and on and on.

She’s close, I can taste it.

Her pussy quivers on my tongue as I lap at her, her hips thrusting frantically into my mouth.

‘Fuck, Noah, I’mcoming.’

Hell yeah, you are baby.

I lap up every single drop of her climax, drinking her down until I’ve drawn every last tremor from her body.

I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, drying myself of her juices, and stand up triumphantly, only to be greeted by a sight that has my euphoria quickly dissipating.

Where I expect to see satiation darkening Honey’s eyes, I find something else entirely.

Regret.

My heart sinks like lead into my stomach, confusion washing over me.

‘We shouldn’t have done that,’ she whispers, scrambling to find her clothes that I’d discarded on the kitchen floor.

I blink at her, stupefied.

‘It can’t happen again.’

I just ate her pussy like no one has ever eaten it before, guaranteed, andit can’t happen again?

She doesn’t want that any more than I do, I can see it in her eyes. I don’t know what’s caused her to do a one eighty so quickly, I mean I can still taste her sweetness on my lips, but if she’s telling me it can’t happen again, thenshit, it can’t happen again. It doesn’t matter how much I want the opposite and how much I know that she feels the same.

Or how I did the one thing I swore to myself I wouldn’t do, hooking up with my best friend’s sister, only to be treated like a fuckingmistake.

‘I get it,’ I say, clearing my throat and regaining my composure. I refuse to let her see the disappointment that is festering inside me. ‘Never again. Even if you beg.’ I can’t help adding that last bit. My pride is hurt, my balls are blue, but fuck if I’m going to show her that.

She narrows her eyes at me. ‘I won’t beg you for anything.’

The moment may be over, but the charge between us hasn’t gone anywhere. Her pupils are still dilated, her nipples still puckered beneath her crumpled camisole. Too bad she’s listening to her brain over her body.

Her self-control may have won this time, but you bet I’ll spend the remaining time we have together seeing how strong her resolve really is. She’ll be begging for me to taste her again, to tasteme, long before I have to go back to China.

I bend down to whisper in her ear and rejoice in the way her breath catches and goosebumps break out across her skin. ‘Oh, baby, but you will. But don’t worry, I hear you. Never again.’

Her face is thunderous. Her hands grip the kitchen side so tight, her knuckles are white and protruding. ‘Don’t kid yourself, big guy,’ she hisses at me. ‘It wasn’t even that good.’

‘Don’t lie,’ I drag the back of my knuckles down her arm and smirk when her body trembles involuntarily. ‘You might be saying one thing, but your body says another. I look forward to turning you down, Honey.’

We stare at each other, unmoving. Rage burns in her stormy eyes, but there’s something else reflecting in them too. Stubbornness.

She’s accepting the challenge.

And something tells me she won’t go down without a fight.

I need to put some space between us. My dick is still painfully hard and if I stay in this apartment any longer, it’ll bemebegging for another taste of her glorious pussy.

I leave Honey standing in the kitchen shooting daggers into my back as she watches me slip on a jacket and find my shoes.

‘Don’t worry about leaving me any dinner.’ I pause in the doorway, smirking at her over my shoulder. ‘I’ve already eaten.’

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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