Page 127 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
“You’re doing so fucking good for me,” I whisper against her. “Look at you. Taking it so well. Letting me fuck you like this while you fall apart on my tongue.”
She gasps again, this time sharper, tighter. Her thighs shake harder, and her whole body tenses as if she’s on the edge of something massive.
And then she shatters.
It crashes over her in waves. Her breath punches out of her chest, her body jerking, hips stuttering forward as a choked sob escapes her throat.
“Lucian—fuck?—”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, still licking, still thrusting slow and deep, drawing out every last tremble, every pulse of pleasure until she’s gone limp against the counter, boneless and wrecked.
Only when she whimpers do I finally slow, easing the handle out of her, watching as she twitches under the loss of it.
Her eyes flutter open—dazed, glossy.
And then?
She reaches for the spatula.
I blink. “You?—”
She brings it to her mouth and sucks. Slow. Deliberate. Lips wrapping around the handle like she’s tasting what’s hers. Her tongue traces the slick surface, and her eyes lock on mine, daring me to do something about it.
Fuck.
My restraint snaps in two.
I grab her face with both hands and kiss her hard. It’s not careful. It’s not controlled. It’s everything I’ve been holding back shoved into her mouth—biting, bruising, claiming. She moans into it, still tasting herself, and I grip her tighter, kissing her until we’re both breathing like we’ve run miles.
I pull back just enough to press my forehead against hers, my breath ragged. “You took that really fucking well.”
She bites her bottom lip, dazed. “Yeah?”
I swipe my thumb across her mouth. “Maybe next time I’ll find something thicker for my girl. Think she can handle it?”
Her lips part. “I want your cock.”
My stomach clenches. Fuck, yes.
But I don’t move yet.
“You on the pill?” I ask, voice still rough.
She shakes her head. “No. I’m on Depo—got my shot three weeks ago.” She sighs, breath catching. “I haven’t had sex in over a year. No STIs. You?”
“No STIs,” I say, locking eyes with her. “And you’re the first in . . . longer than I care to admit.”
Her fingers dig into my arms. “Then fuck me. Please.”
Goddamn.
I reach down, curl a hand around her thigh, and lift her off the counter as if she weighs nothing. She wraps around me instantly, lips crashing into mine again, mess and heat and everything in between.
This woman is going to destroy me.
And I’m going to let her.
Chapter Thirty-Six
