Page 36 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

She moans when I touch her, and so I slide my finger inside. Her walls clench around me, so warm and tight. I want to fuck her, my dick is aching, but something is still stopping me. So I grip her hips, lift her onto her knees, and feast on her pussy from behind until she’s coming on my tongue.

Lilah rolls onto her back, breathing heavily, but looking up at me like she’s ready for more.

“Fuck my mouth, Atty.”

I hook my hands under her arms and scoot her up the bed to lean against the headboard. I unzip my pants, free my dick, and slide it into her waiting, open mouth.

I grip the headboard, and get comfortable with one knee on the mattress, while balancing on my foot with the other to thrust down her throat as far as I can go. She gags but urges me to keep going with her eyes. I pull out, slowly go back in, enthralled at how she takes each inch of my cock so agonizingly slowly. With her head pressed back against the headboard, there is nowhere for her to go, and I use that to my advantage. When she gags around me, I don’t pull out. And when she taps on my thigh, alerting me of a lack of oxygen, I still don’t pull out. At least, not right away. When I do, and she gasps for air, it has my dick even harder. There’s just something about that gasp for air that gets me rock hard…

“More,” she says with tears in her eyes when I drag the tip of my dick along her bottom lip.

I go back in, grinding my dick down her throat until I feel like I’m going to come. Then I pull out, gripping my dick at the base and pray to hold on for just a little longer. I can’t get enough of her mouth, her sounds, her body—of her. When I finally fuck her, I’m going to be so far gone it’s not even funny.

“Will you come on my tits and lick it off?” she asks.

My brows shoot up. What a request. It’s better than her begging me to fuck her again. It’s not that I don’t want her to, it’s a good reminder that she wants me, but it’s nice knowing there’s more to this than just sex. I’ve never had that before.

Sex doesn’t go hand in hand with emotion for me. Except for that one time…

I answer Lilah’s question by sliding my cock head along her lips again. She smiles, and I push past to go into her hot mouth. It’s seconds before I feel like I’m going to come.

“Pull your shirt down,” I tell her.

She shoves it down, freeing her beautiful tits, and when I’m there, I pull out, stroking my dick and releasing all over her chest and nipples. Before I can think better of it, I lean down and lick it up. She’s moaning and pushing her chest against my mouth. I don’t swallow; I hold it in my mouth then bring it to hers to kiss her. She gasps when she realizes what I’m doing, and then she’s moaning and humping my thigh. The kiss is deep, passionate, tasting of my musky cum and her sweet flavor. Her thrusts against my thigh get faster and I put more of my weight on her to give her more pressure. Her moans turn to whimpers and then she’s crying out, breathing hard through her nose as her core pulses against my thigh. When I look down, there’s a dark stain on my pants, and I’m tempted to take them off to lick it up. But instead, I drop between her legs and lick what’s left there.

After catching our breaths and getting some energy back, we make our way to the shower, wash up, and get into bed to sleep. It’s nearly six in the morning by the time that happens, and the room is already brightening from the sun coming up. I pull my kitten close to me, tangling our limbs together, and that’s how we fall asleep.

Chapter Sixteen

Lilah

The room is bright when I wake up. Too bright for early morning. There’s a heavy weight pressing my body into the mattress, keeping me warm, and I smile at Atty holding onto me like a giant koala bear. I’ve never felt so safe in my entire life. And though there are parts of him he is holding back, I’ve still never felt closer to anyone. It truly feels like our souls know each other. Maybe from a past life. Maybe we were different people then. Or maybe we were very much the same and found our way together then, too.

My bladder is screaming at me to get up, butjust a little longer.

The dull ache behind my eyes tells me I was sleeping for far too long.

I have no idea what time it was when we got here, only that it was late. I remember waking up in the back of the car, in a makeshift bed that Atty made me, but I know I fell asleep in the front. Being taken care of like this, even if it is so simple, is the best feeling. It’s something I haven’t had since my father, and even compared to that, this feels better. I appreciate it more because I’m an adult, and because I’ve been in so many bad situations. You can’t appreciate the good unless you’ve had it bad—and I’ve had itbad. I’m so lucky to have met Atticus, and even if he hasn’t said it too, I know he feels the same. And I’m going to prove to him over and over again, that he can trust me and that I am going to help him as much as he helped me.

We were meant to meet that day he killed Steven, and I was meant to be with him. I feel it in my bones. There is no going back now. It’s us against the world.

I close my eyes and enjoy the peace and warmth and safety. Before I know it, he’ll wake up and we’ll be doing whatever we need to do today. Though I know this will be waiting for me at the end of the day, I’m not ready for it to be over just yet. Eventually he stirs, sucking in a deep breath and squeezing me tighter as he stretches.

“Morning,” he rasps out, leaning closer to kiss my cheek.

“Good morning,” I respond, turning in his arms and burying my face against his chest, right under his chin. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Have you?” he asks suggestively.

“Mhmm.”

He shifts, leaning over to look behind me. “It’s nearly dinner time.”

“Damn,” I say with a small laugh. “I didn’t think it was that late.”

“We should get up.”

Yeah, we should… but I still don’t want to.

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