Page 77 of Not Fooling Anyone

But I don’t seem to be waking up anytime soon, focused now on the slow, torturous circles he’s drawing with his tongue over me, building me up, need curling through my belly.

He uses his other hand to spread my thighs wider, picking up the pace, and grips my ass as he flicks his tongue faster, teasing my clit.

My hands grip the comforter, holding on for dear life, and I make the mistake of looking down, the sight of him between my legs the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He looks so into it, like he’s enjoying himself, but there’s no way that can be right. Guys don’t actually like doing this stuff, do they?

He said tonight’s about me, though. Only getting whatIwant. I assume then it’s not a precursor to more? Am I ready for more?

I push that thought aside, focusing on what’s happening right now, my thighs trembling with unchecked lust, one of his hands snaking up my body to squeeze my breast, the action making me release a breathy moan.

He looks up at me, meeting my gaze, the intensity there overwhelming.

“You like watching?” he asks, tenderly nuzzling me.

I swallow heavily, unable to help answering him. “Yes.”

Outside the bedroom door, the party rages on, but here we’re in our own private bubble. A moment outside time. That has to be it. Some kind of blip in the time continuum. How else can I explain what’s going on? His face is in my most private area. A place I swore no one would get near again. And here I am telling him I like it. That I want more.

And I do want more. I want him to take me further than I’ve ever been.

An electric thrill races through me as he finds my clit with his tongue, sucking. I jerk, groaning out his name, and a devilish smile crosses his face before he does it again, the pressure in me rising higher, higher.

I teeter on the edge, gaze glued to what he’s doing, and reach out a hand to slide through his hair, needing that extra contact to send me over, my back bowing as my orgasm overtakes me. Warmth races through my veins, leaving full-body tingles in its wake, my thighs twitching as he continues to lap at me, wringing every last bit of pleasure from me that he can.

I stare at him, panting harshly, unable to believe that actually happened. That we just did that.

He winces and I realize I’m still gripping his hair, tugging at the strands, and I let go, dropping my hand to the mattress. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine,” he murmurs, sliding his shoulders out from under my thighs. “Did you like that?”

“I loved it,” I reply. There’s no other answer I can give him, not when he did all that for me.

There’s a pounding on the door, making me jump, and a booming voice from outside shouts, “Who the hell’s in my room?”

My eyes widen, just as Ethan says, “Oh, shit.”

He springs into motion, grabbing my panties from the floor to slide them up my legs, and hands me my shoes as he flips his shirt right side out to put back on.

I scoot off the bed and tug my skirt down before slipping my shoes on, attempting to smooth my hair into place before Ethan grabs my hand and leads me to the door, keeping himself between me and the guy directly outside glowering at us.

“Sorry,” Ethan tells him. “We saw other people in here, so we figured it was the place to use.” He rubs a thumb over his bottom lip. “Perfection takes time, you know?” He claps the guy on the back and moves off, my cheeks burning as I keep my head down and follow him.

“I can’t believe you said that,” I whisper when we’re out of earshot.

He shrugs. “What was he going to do? Fight me?”

He has a point. Ethan could have easily taken him.

“Besides, it was worth it.” He pulls me over to the side, out of the pathway of others, and cups my jaw, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, something I never thought I’d experience.

Now that we’re out of that room, now that the madness within me has subsided, doubt creeps in. What have we done?

His phone vibrates, ringing faintly, and he lets go of me to fish it out of his pocket. He silences the ringer, muttering, “Damn.”

“Everything okay?”

He glances up at me. “Yeah. It was just an alarm I have set. I, uh, have to run out to my car real quick. I’ll be back in five, ten minutes.”

And leave me alone? Yeah, no. “I’ll probably get going. I think we accomplished our mission here.”

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