Page 11 of Knot So Fast
The possessiveness in my voice should probably concern me, but I'm beyond caring about red flags and healthy boundaries.
This is what we are—messy and complicated and probably toxic as hell.
But it's ours, and right now that's all that matters.
I work her up methodically, adding a third finger when she's ready for it, stretching her in that way that makes her breath catch and her nails dig into my shoulders. The sounds she makes echo off the shower walls—breathy moans and desperate whimpers that go straight to my cock, which is apparently ready for another round despite the thorough workout she gave me earlier.
She's quaking against me now, her whole body trembling as I bring her closer to the edge. Her pussy is gripping my fingers like a vice, and I can feel how close she is by the way her breathing becomes erratic and her moans pitch higher.
"That's it, sugar," I encourage, my thumb finding her clit and circling it with just the right amount of pressure. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart on my fingers."
She's seconds from cumming, her body wound tight as a bowstring, when I deliberately slow my movements.
She makes a sound of frustration that's half-sob, half-growl, and I can't help but smirk against her neck.
My cock is hard for her all over again, pressing insistently against her ass cheeks as I grind against her deliberately.
The friction is maddening, and from the way she groans impatiently, she feels it too.
"You just rode me to oblivion," I taunt, my voice thick with amusement and arousal, "yet here you are, needy all over again. That's being greedy, don't you think?"
She huffs in that way that tells me I'm about to be in trouble, spinning in my arms so fast that water droplets fly everywhere. Before I can react, she's wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a kiss that's equal parts needy and sultry, sending us both into a dominant fight with our lips and tongues.
She breaks the kiss just long enough to tug my bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard enough to make me hiss.
"And what about it?" she huffs in pure rebellion, those lavender-sapphire eyes flashing with challenge.
The defiance in her voice makes me smirk, and then we're making out like teenagers again, all desperate hands and clashing teeth and the kind of passion that burns everything else away. I can taste the lingering sweetness of her release on her lips, mixed with the sharp bite of her attitude that never fails to make my blood run hotter.
Without breaking the kiss, I slip my arms under her knees, lifting her up and pressing her back against the tiled wall of the shower. The position puts her at the perfect height, and I don't hesitate for even a second before I bury my face between her thighs.
"Fuck!" The curse explodes from her lips as my tongue finds her clit, still sensitive from my fingers.
Her hands immediately dig into my scalp, tangling in my short dirty blonde hair as I use my mouth to drive her wild all over again.
My blue eyes look up to meet hers, and Christ, she's so fucking lustful to look at like this. Her head thrown back against the tile, mouth open in a perfect 'O' of pleasure, water cascading down her body like she's some kind of goddess created specifically to torture me. Her nipples are hard peaks that beg for attention, and if I had more hands I'd be touching every inch of her at once.
I use my tongue to map every fold, every sensitive spot that makes her gasp and writhe against my mouth. The taste of her is addictive—sweet and musky and uniquelyherin a way that makes my head spin.
I could spend hours worshipping her like this, bringing her to the edge over and over until she's a trembling mess in my arms.
"Lucius," she moans my name like a prayer, and the sound goes straight to my soul.
When she says my name like that, breathless and desperate, I can almost pretend that things are the way they used to be. That she knows exactly who I am and chooses to be here anyway.
I double my efforts, sucking her clit between my lips while I slide two fingers back into her slick heat.
The combination of sensations has her crying out, her legs trying to clamp around my head as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo.
When she finally comes undone, it's with a scream that I'm sure echoes throughout the entire penthouse. Her whole body goes rigid against the wall, her pussy clenching around my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her.
I can feel every pulse, every flutter, and I drink up her release like a man dying of thirst.
But I'm not finished with her yet.
Even as she's begging me to stop, oversensitive and shaking, I don't let up. I gentle my touch but keep working her with my tongue, building her toward another peak before she's fully recovered from the first one.
"I can't," she gasps, but her body betrays her words as she grinds against my mouth. "It's too much."
