Page 15 of Tice's Kind of Trouble
I’m close.
Maybe to dying a very sweet, glorious death.
“That feels so… gooooood,” I groan, fighting for air around the sensation that’s getting bigger and bigger inside of me. “I’m feeling out of control… something is happening.”
I’ve orgasmed before, using my fingers on my clit… but it was nothing like this. Not even in the same universe.
“Gonna make you detonate,” he whispers hoarsely as Tice latches a gigantic hand around my thigh.
Going for hard with his tongue, his massive shoulders rippling in the morning light, Tice teaches me about the incredible pleasure a man and woman can share. One lick, one nip, one draw of suction at a time.
Then he touches me with his fingers and IthinkI scream. At least something comes out of my open mouth.
“You taste like fucking dessert, Bethany. Ilovedessert—wanna eat it all day long.”
His fingers do something magic. Slide, spread, dip. But they don’t go deep.
And IthinkI want deep… but truthfully, I don’t know. Because he’s incredible.
This feelsamazing.
“Now give it up, sweetheart. Let that cream loose all over my tongue.”
Well…
Those deep, husky wordsdosomething.
I’m not sure how, but that growled, rough tone, the intensity of his demand, the way he watches me for every nuance—it wrecks me.
Explodes my coiled nerves. Loaded springs taking off in every direction.
The pressure of his fingers. The swirl of his tongue. The blinding intimacy of having Tice’s mouth against my most secret place unleashes a volcano inside of me.
I’m hopeless against the power.
“Oh. My. God.”
The words rip from me, broken and wild-sounding, as my body tightens. My legs go rigid, then boneless. The world turns wavy at the edges, and the only thing I know is Tice.
This.
Him.
The world I knew is a thing of the past. There is only him.Us.
His mouth glides up and down my inner thigh, his hands locked on—possession in his touch.
Sounds I’ve never made still come out of me, even as I’m coming down. They echo in the room, desperate and helpless.
When I finally collapse, I’m overwhelmed. Trembling in his arms, tears clinging to my lashes, completely undone.
“That’s it, baby. You’re fucking gorgeous when you come,” he growls, voice rough, his eyes alive with pride and need. “Next time, I’m going to be inside you when you break like that.”
I realize, right then, there’s no one else I want to do this to me. No one but him.
Once upon a time, I wondered if there was aONEfor me. Now it’s as clear as my name is Bethany.
Tice is it.
