Page 93 of Foul Territory
“You don’t come until I say.” His commanding voice skates up my skin, making me shiver. I nod in agreement but once his thumb pushes against my clit I know it’s a lie.
Keeping his hand in place, he kisses and licks his way up my legs like he has all the time in the day. I lift my hips and press my clit harder against his hand.
“Patience, baby,” he says, when he finally reaches my pussy. He moves his hands under my ass cheeks and dips his nose into my center, inhaling a deep breath. He’s making me so wet for him.
“I never got to taste you before. Not like this,” he tells me before dragging his tongue through my slit. I buck off the bed when he sucks on my sensitive clit. He maneuvers one of his arms over my hips and pins me down.
My right hand slips through his hair while I strangle the comforter on my bed with my left. Tilting my head, I watch him lick, suck, and dip his tongue into my cunt. His feral eyes catch mine and it almost makes me come.
“Koa,” I plead and attempt to move my body where I need him. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he growls. Then pushes a finger inside me. He slides it in easy enough but I feel so full. He adds a second finger, stretching and pumping inside me. “Are you ready, trouble? Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Come for me, baby.” He puts his mouth back on my clit while working his fingers and I’m done.
I tighten my grip on the bedding as I ride out my orgasm. He moves out from between my legs but continues to move his fingers inside of me. “You look blissed out,” he says, smirking.
“I am.” My eyes flutter closed and I rake my teeth over my lips. He pulls his fingers out of me and kisses me on the lips. His erection presses into my thigh and my eyes widen.
“Don’t even think about it. Today is about you. I'll go home later and fuck my fist with the taste of you on my tongue. That is enough for me.For now.”
“Do you do that a lot?” I ask, scooting off the bed and throwing my shirt over my head.
“More than I should admit.” He stands and wraps his arms around me as I finish buttoning my pants. “You don’t reallywant to know the answer to that question. Let’s just say if I get carpal tunnel, it will be your fault.”
We walk out of my room and I sit down at the table while he goes to the sink and washes his hand. “Why would that be my fault?” I ask.
He tilts his head and looks at me as if he’s asking ‘really?’ “Do I need to list off all the times you’ve turned me on so much over the years I resorted to jacking off into a sock or taking a cold shower?”
“We have time.” I put my elbows on the table, rest my chin on my fists, and bat my eyelashes at him.
He laughs and picks up the bracelet he had started making earlier. “Fine. I’ll confess everything. The first time was the summer before we started high school.”
“Also known as the summer Sydney got boobs.”
“One and the same,” he grumbles, making me laugh.
I blush and smile with every story he tells me. I’m flattered, but also confused because I never would have guessed any of this was happening. He was always quiet and reserved. He acted like nothing ever bothered him.
Had I known I was getting under his skin, I would have tried a little harder to get on top of it too.
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FaeAtHeart
Hi. How have you been?
NotYourAverageJoe19
Good. Great actually. How about you?
FaeAtHeart
Same. Really good. I took your advice.
NotYourAverageJoe19
