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He gave that sinful chuckle again, ghosting his fingers along the lace. “No, sweetheart. You’re going to keep these on and we’re going to see how dirty we can make them.”
My cock was already doing a good job of that. I’d been leaking like a faucet ever since Jeremiah removed his shirt.
“I don’t understand,” I panted. “How are you going to?—”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence because Jeremiah showed me exactly how he was going to rim me with the underwear on.
By straight-up licking methroughthe lace.
A thousand nerve endings exploded. The scrap of material didn’t dampen the sensation, it heightened it. The scratch of the lace contrasted with the silken heat of his tongue, making me push up on my toes. “Jem. Oh, fuck. Jem!”
Jeremiah hummed in satisfaction before spreading my cheeks wider with his hands. His stubblescratchedagainst the sensitive skin as he swirled his tongue over and around the material.
I was lost. It was only Jeremiah’s grip on my hips keeping me here on earth. There was no sense of urgency either, just him feasting on me.It went on and on until I was gasping his name with every breath. My underwear was soaked when he finally pulled back. My shaking kneeswere threatening to give way as my lungs worked overtime.
“Need more,” he grunted, hooking a finger around the lace and tugging it sideways. “That’s better.”
I cried out as his tongue returned. He swirled it around my hole until it was relaxed enough to allow him entry. “I can’t. It’s too good, Jem.”
“You can, baby,” he said breathily, pulling back for a second. “You’re going to dirty up this underwear for me, Noah.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he returned to his mission. He was thrusting his tongue into me like he would his cock. If he was half as good at that as he was at this, I’d be the luckiest fucking being on any plane.
My hips were moving of their own accord now, pushing back on his face as I chased the high. I knew I was moaning. Crying out. Shouting his name like he was the goddamned messiah. I didn’t care. I didn’t give a shit who might hear me.
I wasn’t thinking about anything except Jeremiah.
“So close,” I panted, my head falling back as I rode his tongue. “I’m so close, Jem.”
Fingers wrapped around my cock, and I realised he’d reached between my legs to grab me. To stroke me through the lace. Every part of my pleasure belonged to Jeremiah now.
Like I said, I was one fucking lucky being.
It wasn’t his tongue or hand that took me over the edge though. No, it was the filthy moan he suddenly let out. Like being on his knees for me like this was the best thing he’d experienced in some time.
I came with that sound in my ears, but as the orgasmcleared, it wasn’t the only sound I heard. No, I could hear the warning bells ringing, screaming at me to pay attention.
You’re falling for him. Slow down, Noah. This path leads to madness.
It did. I knew that all too well…but I wasn’t sure I could stop myself walking it anyway.
Worse, I didn’t think I wanted to.
Chapter 17
Jeremiah
Istayed on my knees until Noah slumped forward, his strong arms holding his weight. “Fuck…I can’t…Jem.”
I chuckled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I stood. “That good, huh?”
It was another note for my list.
Noah likes being rimmed.
Noah gave a tinkling laugh that set my insides ablaze. “I’m not sure. I think we’ll need to do it again. Just to be sure.”
“Of course,” I said solemnly. My arms went around his waist as I nuzzled his neck. “You need a broad range of evidence on which to base your decision. Luckily for you, I’m just the demon for the job.”
