Page 34 of You Were Never Not Mine

His tongue flutters over my clit. Circling it. Sucking it between his lips while I pant like I’ve just run athousand miles. The sounds of our breathing and the rustling of our clothing fills the room, as well as the scent of my pussy, and I open my eyes for a moment, watching his head move between my thighs.

I will never forget this. The time I snuck into a bathroom at a football game with August Lancaster and watched him go down on me. Never, ever, never.

As if he can sense me watching, he tilts his head back and pulls away from me slightly, his eyes gleaming with pure satisfaction and his lips covered with my juices. “Want to come?”

I nod.

“Ask nicely.” He drifts his fingers down the inside of one thigh, making me quake. “Use your voice, Sin. Tell me what you want.”

This asshole. He would make me ask. “I want to come.”

He leans in closer, his lips literally brushing against the sensitive flesh between my thighs. “What was that?”

“I want to—” I clear my throat. “Make me come.”

“You didn’t ask nicely.” He traces the very tip of his tongue over my clit, sending a jolt of electricity throughout my entire body. “Be polite, Sin. I know you’ve got it in you.”

“Please,” I choke out and he smiles. The rat bastard has me exactly where he wants me and good god, I’m enjoying it.

What’s wrong with me?

“Beg, pretty girl. I want to hear you cry and sob for it.” He slides his fingers up my thigh, drifting them back and forth along my slit before he presses deeper. Penetrating me with one finger, he keeps his movements slow. As if he’s trying to be careful. When he adds another one and pumps them lightly inside my extremely tight, virginal pussy, I reach for the counter behind me, worried I might fall to the floor.

“Does that hurt?” he croons. “You’re a virgin, right?”

I don’t say anything and he stretches me wider by adding another finger, making me wince. “Can you take it like a big girl?”

A big girl? He sounds like he’s mocking me and I hate it.

I hate him.

“Shut up,” I say, my voice trembling, my eyes falling closed.

His fingers pause and oh God, he spreads them wider, stretching me fully until I’m crying out. “See? It hurts your little virginal cunt, doesn’t it? And I’m going to keep doing it until you beg me to use my mouth. I want to hear you cry, Sin. I want you to say my name and beg for me to fuck you with my tongue. And only then will I stop.”

He thrusts those fingers deeper inside me, as far as he can go, and suddenly, I’m crying. The tears are streaming down my face and my entire pussy aches but not in a terrible way. There’s something pleasurable accompanying the pain and I’m starting to wonder if I’m in shock.

“Please, please, please.” I’m begging. Sobbing, just like he wanted. “Please stop. Fuck me with your tongue, August. I’m begging you.”

In an instant, he removes his fingers from inside me and his mouth is back on my flesh, using his tongue to search my folds. Licking and sucking them between his lips before focusing all of his attention on my clit. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to slam into me and I’m coming with a shout, crying out his name while my pussy convulses uncontrollably. Wave after wave slams into me, making it hard to speak. To see. To think and all the while he keeps his mouth on me, letting me ride out the climax on his tongue until I’m slumped against the counter, my knees threatening to give out on me.

August removes his mouth from my pussy and grips my hips, pinning me against the counter as if he knows I’m about to melt onto the floor. My harsh breaths are the only thing I can hear and I almost miss it when he leans in and drops the softest kiss to my thigh before he rises to his full height, towering over me.

“You’re a mess.” He sounds faintly disgusted and when I peer up at him, I realize he looks…annoyingly unruffled. Not a hair out of place. His clothes are neat and even his mouth, which was just all up in my business and should be covered in my juices, looks normal. “Get yourself cleaned up.”

I blink at him, shocked he could be so rude after what he did to me, but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. This is just so…August Lancaster of him. He’s staying on brand and I wonder if I should be grateful because at least it means he’s consistent.

Swallowing hard, I glare at him. “You won’t help me?”

His expression turns smug. “Of course not. Who do you think I am? A saint?” He leans in close and that’s when I smell it. The scent of me is all over him. “Next time, Sin, you’re going to suck me off. And I’m going to come down your throat. Multiple times. Get ready for me.”

Before I can respond, he’s exited the bathroom, the door shutting softly behind him. I glance around the white-tiled room, my head spinning, my clit still throbbing and I wonder for a moment if that really happened.

Glancing down at myself, I see my stretched-out panties sagging around my knees, resting on top of my jeans, which are bunched around my calves and I know that yes. Yes, it happened.

And I don’t know what to do about it.

Chapter Seventeen

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