Page 164 of Scrimmage

I laugh, because he’s right. I grew up running from the police. It’s not like I would get into any trouble either. Penny would be mad and so would our dear friend Jeremy, but that’s as far as it would go.

We pull into the lot of the condo. As soon as we’re inside, Koda pulls me into the shower. We’re covered in paint and dirt. We scrub until the water runs clean. I smile to myself because this might be the only date I’ve been on, but it’s the best. Penny will die when I tell her about this. There was never any romancing with my ex. It was all a whirlwind. That’s how musicians are. Nothing Damien did would ever count. It was all stressful self-preservation and scary displays of power.

Koda shoves me onto the counter and gets on his knees, kissing the inside of my thighs. I’m not surprised he’s keeping his promise, but I doubt it'll be all night. The way he uses his tongue is magical. Guys never ever know what they’re doing, punching their tongue into a hole in the technique that Penny has coined the Lizard Lick. That’s not what Koda does at all.

He grips the outside of my thighs with his fingers in a way that'll bruise, and bites the inside of my thigh. So close but so far away. I was wet from the shower, and now I’m dripping with anticipation. He yanks me to the edge of the counter and drags the flat of his tongue through my slit. I hold his gaze as he sucks my clit into his mouth then trails it with his tongue. My entire body shudders.

“How was the date, Ash?” he murmurs.

“It was…” He runs his tongue along me again. “Fucking…It was…” I can’t formulate words.

“Good, then?”

My eyes close. “Mhm.”

“Enough to make you do it again?”

“Yeah, whatever.” I thread my fingers through his hair and force his face between my legs. A finger teases me and I pull one knee to my chest, resting my heel on the marble counter top.

One finger becomes two, and he strokes my inner walls as he laps at my clit. He’s slow, drawing the orgasm out of me. Koda might be on his knees, but he’s still in control. I like the way that he does that. I’m panting, begging for release. My body is so used to him edging me that I’m scared to come.

“I’m not gonna ruin you, baby girl. Ride my fucking face,” he demands.

I grip his hair and shove his face deep into my pussy. “Then fucking eat like it’s your last meal on death row,” I command.

“Yes ma’am.” The vibrations are deadly.

The cool mirror presses against my back, sending goosebumps across my skin. He groans into my clit, making me see stars. The only kind I would ever wish on. When I finish, he takes one last languid drink of me before sitting back and looking up at me with a grin of accomplishment. I’m conflicted and confused. My chest heaves, dragging oxygen into my lungs and trying to decipher what’s going to happen next. Koda has been largely silent today despite his loss earlier at paintball. He has put the metaphorical address into the metaphorical GPS and let me drive.

He drags me back to the edge of the counter. “You can’t possibly be done.”

“Aren’t you gonna be all ‘my turn’ now?”

“This is your date, Ashland. I’ll eat you out all night if that’s what you want.”

That’s it. I can’t fucking take it. I need him. I yank him to stand by his hair and drag him to me, pressing my lips to his. I can taste myself on his tongue.

“Greedy little brat,” he growls, lifting me off of the counter. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, fucking, please,” I beg.

Koda throws me onto the bed and shoves my legs apart. “How?”

“What the fuck do you mean how?” I whine while his tip teases me.

“Do you want to be on top?”

“No.” I shake my head. He’s never asked me that before. It’s not that I don’t want to sometimes, but tonight is not the night.

“Do you want it rough, or do you want it to hurt?”

“There’s a difference?”

“Yeah. Sometimes you don’t want me to hit you, so I don’t. Sometimes you want me to dig into your skin and leave bruises. I can’t read you right now.”

I swallow. This is way too intuitive. I guess he would be. He analyzes everything and memorizes mannerisms like a sociopath. Koda probably reads a room better than a navy seal.

“Fucking hurt me,” I moan as he pushes into me.

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