Page 104 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
I flick my tongue against her clit, fast and light, before sucking it into my mouth with slow, firm pressure. Her thighs clamp around my head, and she moans—loud, desperate, raw.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her. “Let go for me, baby.”
She’s panting now. Writhing.
“Lucian—oh my God—fuck?—”
I hum again, tongue circling her clit, fingers digging into her thighs to keep her wide open.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” I groan, licking her deeper now. “This is mine, Olivia. Mine. You get that? This perfect pussy—this sweet, soaked cunt—it’s mine to ruin.”
She whimpers, hips rocking against my face, chasing every flick of my tongue like she needs it to breathe.
“Say it,” I growl. “Say you’re my good girl.”
She shakes her head as if she doesn’t trust herself to speak, but I don’t let up. I suck her clit again, tongue lashing, and she shatters.
“I’m—fuck—I’m your good girl,” she cries, voice wrecked, thighs trembling against my shoulders.
I moan against her as she comes, wet and wild, clutching my hair like she’s drowning in it. Her whole body arches off the bed, and I don’t stop—I keep licking her through it, dragging every last pulse of her orgasm out of her until she’s gasping, twitching, begging.
“Lucian—please—too much?—”
I finally slow down, pressing one last kiss to her clit, then licking her softly, gently, like an apology.
She’s wrecked. Glowing. Her body limp, her chest heaving, her lips parted like she just survived a storm.
I press my palms to the bed on either side of her hips and push up, kissing a slow path from her belly to her ribs to the valley between her breasts.
“Still think it’s cocky if I say I know exactly how to make you come?” I murmur against her skin.
Her fingers drag through my hair again, tugging me until our mouths meet. She kisses me like she’s starving. Like she doesn’t care that she can taste herself on my tongue.
And god, I want more.
But I pause. Let her breathe. Let her feel it.
That this wasn’t just physical.
That I meant every filthy word I said.
I settle my forehead against hers and smile, voice rough as I whisper, “Round one of your benefits package has officially been activated, Doctor.”
“What about you?” she almost stutters.
I grin. “You want to take care of me, baby?”
She nods slowly.
Wow, this woman is not exactly what I expected, but I like it. So I say, “Once you’re ready. I want to hit that throat hard—but not with a condom.”
“That’s fair,” she agrees.
Her nod is slow. There’s a softness in her eyes but underneath it? A glint. That same look she gave me before she ever signed that contract—the one that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I should’ve known she wasn’t just going to lie back and take it.
“Come here,” she says, voice quiet but sure.
