Page 41 of Unfriend Me
Titus:There’s only one way you can get me to shut up.
Amelia:What’s that?
Titus:I’ll come over and show you.
Amelia:Okay….?
I shut my phone off and called downstairs to let the front desk know I was off for the night. There really wasn’t anything for me to do tonight anyway, so I was confident they could handle the handful of guests we had on property for one evening.
Stripping down, I climbed in the shower before Titus got there. I knew he’d take me any way he could have me—and didn’t that leave a nice glow in my belly—but a girl had to have cleanliness standards. The pipes groaned in the wall and sputtered out cold water before turning scalding hot and then finishing off with a round of ice-cold water.
“Stupid Wayne.” I rolled my eyes and stepped out to grab a towel. I’d been telling him for months that there was something wrong with the plumbing in the hotel. Being the cheap bastard he was, he turned a deaf ear.
I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom, coming to a screeching halt when I saw Titus lounging on my bed, boots kicked off and hands stacked behind his head. His long body almost didn’t fit on my bed, making it look kid-sized in Titus’s world.
“Well, do come on in,” I said sarcastically.
He smiled smugly. “You gave me a key when I was here working on the guest room after the tree fell. Figured why give me a key unless you wanted me to use it?”
I raised an eyebrow, taking in the way his work shirt stretched across his broad chest. “Um, for emergencies?”
He picked up quickly and stripped the T-shirt over his head, a wide grin on his face. “Figured this was an emergency.”
I took a few steps closer, wanting to see that muscled chest up close. “How so?”
He ran a hand down his chest, abs, and then grabbed ahold of the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. “My girl texted about seducing me. Seems she needs the Big D something bad.”
I dropped the towel to the floor and watched the way his eyes heated as he swept me from head to toe like he couldn’t take me in fast enough. “A dick emergency?” That was a concept I could understand.
He swallowed hard and reached out his hand. I let him tug me over to the side of the bed. “Climb on, sweetheart.”
My nipples tightened just looking at him and that rush of expected pleasure started up in my stomach. How could I have looked at Titus for sixteen years and felt none of this sexual tension? And now, just two weeks into dating him I couldn’t seem to keep a clean pair of underwear on from simply glancing at him? I reached for the button on his jeans, but his hands stilled me.
“Nah-ah. Climb on, sweetheart.” He pointed to his face, his words scraping over jagged rocks of desire.
He leaned back on the bed and settled on my pillow, tugging me some more. I sucked in a breath and almost pinched myself to make sure this man was for real. Not being an idiot, I didn’t wait for another invitation. If the boy wanted me to ride his face, who was I to turn him down? I lifted a leg and straddled his chest, pausing to kiss him and inhale the scent of Titus after a day of honest work. Wood, sweat, and soap. Delicious.
His hand came around my backside and urged me forward. I crept upward until the juncture of my legs was directly over his mouth and my hands were on my headboard. My knees dug into my soft pillows, a counterpoint to his rough stubble. His hot breath hit me and my legs began to shake.
“This is how you get me to shut up.” His blue eyes darkened to the shade of a starving man.
Before I could comment on his choice of muffling methods, he dove in. His chin provided the hard surface on which to sit, his tongue for delicate flutterings in all the right places, and that five o’clock shadow proved to be just the friction a girl needed. A sharp jolt of pleasure hit right away and I tossed my head back. Not sexy-like, but more of a convulsion to the onslaught of sensations. Titus’s hands clenched on my ass and I knew I wouldn’t get off this ride until I was in a million pieces. Most of which would be all over his face.
I didn’t know where he learned to do all that and I didn’t want to explore that thought. All I could do was grip the headboard with all my might and try to contain the pleasure coursing through my veins. My arms began to shake and I just hoped I didn’t smother him before all my muscles gave out. I did that thigh machine at the gym regularly, the one where you sit on it with your legs splayed out and squeezed your inner thighs to move the weight, all the while winking at the hot guys and making them drop a weight on their toes. But I’d never done it with a live man between my legs with a god-like tongue reducing me to putty. My muscles weren’t up for this kind of challenge.
If confessing my feelings was my goal for this evening, Titus had stumbled onto a surefire way of getting me to do it. Sexual pleasure was the ultimate cork popper to my mouth. Give me an orgasm and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.
He soon found a rhythm that ratcheted up the pleasure to the tipping point of pain. All thought left my brain and I was just a bundle of nerve endings waiting for him to set me off. His tongue flickering over my clit, followed by the rough scrape of beard, then back to the clit. Over and over again, just building and building until something broke loose and pleasure shot straight from between my legs out through the top of my skull. I cried out and nearly face planted on the edge of the wood headboard. My arms had lost all ability to function. Everything shook and clenched and tried to contain the waves that assaulted my whole body.
Titus slowed his lapping, but didn’t push me off. Peeling one hand off the headboard, I got a good grip on his hair and tugged with all I had left in me.
“I-I’m tapping out,” I sputtered, surprised I could still speak.
He gave me a final closed-mouth kiss and rolled us over, releasing his hold on my backside to pull me in for the snuggles I was starting to enjoy almost as much as the main event. My brain was still fuzzy, not quite firing on all cylinders yet. All I knew was I felt damn good with Titus. Cared for. Seen. Respected. Loved. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face even if I was offered millions of dollars to try.
Titus jostled me as he grabbed his shirt off the bed and swiped it across his face before tossing it to the ground. He pulled me close, my back now nestled up to an oven.
“That’s all I had to do to get you to shut up, huh?” I teased him when I could speak.
