Page 125 of The Hookup Situation
I tilt my head, my eyes sliding over his shirtless body. His chestis a masterpiece of muscle, and his abs are carved like a sculpture. The gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, and I can see the outline of his cock, already hard, straining against the fabric. My mouth waters from just thinking about it.
His brown eyes lock on mine, and that sexy-as-sin smirk makes my thighs tremble.
“If you have any doubts, your answer should be no,” he purrs, his voice dripping with dominance.
I love it.
I swallow hard because, his voice alone is enough to make me wet. He leans forward, pushing my shirt over my head. Then he pins my wrists to the mattress. His breath is hot against my neck, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body, searing into mine.
“I’ve been thinking about a few things on your list.” His lips brush against my ear. “Do you want to play?”
“Yes, I do,” I whisper.
“Close your eyes. Stay right here. Do not move.” Nick moves off the mattress. “Don’t peek either.”
“Okay.” I stay exactly where I am, eyes closed, hands resting above my head.
I can hear him slide open the drawer, then close it. I run through everything on my naughty wish list.
There are several I can automatically cross off from happening. A moment later, fabric is sliding around my wrists, and then I’m being attached to the headboard. Gently, he places something over my eyes, tying it. The world goes dark, and my senses sharpen. I can hear his breathing, the rustle of the sheets as he moves, the faint creak of the bed beneath us.
“Ready?” he mutters, his hand sliding down my body, fingertips grazing my ribs, my stomach, stopping just above my dripping pussy.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
“Think about every sensation and enjoy it. Right now, you’re mine, Little Red.”
His fingers trail down my thighs, parting them slowly, and I can feel his breath on my inner thigh, so close to where I need him most.
He growls, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin. “I can smell you, baby. You’re begging for it.”
He doesn’t make me wait. His tongue drags up my slit, and I arch off the bed, a gasp tearing from my throat. He laps at my clit, sucking it into his mouth, and I scream, my wrists straining against the silk. My body is on fire.
“That’s it.” His voice is muffled against my pussy. “Scream for me. We’re going until you beg me to stop.”
I immediately laugh, loving that this is what we’re doing. “Oh, yes. Thank you. Let’s cross this off.”
He plunges two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I swear I see galaxies. His tongue is relentless, his fingers pumping in and out of me, and I’m losing it. My hips rock against his scruff, and I greedily chase that sweet release, knowing he’ll give me as many as I want, until I beg him to stop.
“Come for me, my greedy girl,” he commands, his voice gravelly.
And I do.
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body trembling, my screams echoing through the room. He pulls away, watching my pussy pulse for him.
“I wish you could see what a beautiful sight you are,” he says, slowly giving me a finger.
He pulls away, and I hear him suck on his finger.
“Mmm. You’re my favorite flavor.”
Once I come down from my high, he moves back to my clit, adjusting to how sensitive I am. He starts slow until the build happens again.
He laughs against me; the sound filled with wicked intent, and then his tongue is on me, licking a long, lazy stripe from my entrance to my clit.
I cry out, my body buckling as pleasure crashes through me again.
This time, he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a moment to recover. His tongue swirls around my clit, flicking and teasing, and I’m already trembling, already on the edge.
