Page 78 of Devious Temptation
He pulls me to him. “You did fine. I’ll just do all the stove work for these,” he teases.
“’These?’” I ask, even though I’m well aware of what all the ingredients scattered on the island are for.
Lawson nuzzles my neck. “I think it’s time I teach you how to make my cookies.”
Curling my lips to stop the squeal that wants to leave my throat, I grip his arms. “I thought it was afamilyrecipe?”
Butterflies and hummingbirds and every creature with little fluttering wings multiply in my stomach as he kisses the spot that drives me wild, murmuring in my ear, “Exactly.”
Lawson
“Tell me something true. Something I don’t know about you,” Lucy calls from the bathroom.
“That isn’t a question, rainbow.” I stretch out, settling back against the pillows. My skin is sticky with our combined sweat, and I debate pulling her into the shower to clean up before I get her dirty all over again.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking Lucy. Each time feels like the first time, full of passion and hunger, and if I could make a job out of giving her orgasms, I would.
“I know, but I need more time to think of more questions.” She laughs as she appears in the doorway of the en suite. Her hair is a mass of tangles giving her that freshly fucked look, and all she wears is one of my button-downs and a pair of tall, fuzzy cream socks.
The inner curves of her bare breasts peek out behind the buttons, full and begging for my mouth, perfectly on display.
“In New York…” I relent as Lucy stares at me, clearly not coming back to bed until I answer her. “…when I’d go to the club, I’d have—” a laugh breaks my words as I shake my head, amazed that I’m about to admit this. “…I’d have the women wear a red wig.”
She arches an eyebrow, giving me a flat look.
“Think about it, Lucy.”
After a few moments, realization flashes in her eyes. “A red wig… because of… me?”
I nod. “Does that freak you out?”
She shakes her head and replies with a soft, “No.”
I want to ask what’s going through her mind, but she lets it go and moves on.
“Hmm…” As she saunters toward the bed, she presses a pointer finger against her lips in mock contemplation. “What’s your favorite body part?”
Without hesitating, I answer, “Your lips. God, I fucking think about these lips all the time.” I swipe a thumb across the lower one as I cup her cheek. “I think about kissing them until they’re swollen and branded.” Tilting her head, she smiles before sucking my finger into her mouth. “I think about what they’d look like wrapped around my cock.”
Soft,delicate fingers grasp my length as it hardens between us. As she continues to suck, Lucy swipes the precum already leaking from the slit around my swollen head. It jumps in her hand, responsive to her touch and eager for what’s coming.
Her lashes flutter as she pops off my thumb. “Why haven’t you let me suck your cock yet?”
A groan leaves my lips at hearing her talk so dirty. “I’ve always… had trouble… controlling myself.” At her questioning look, I explain further, “I usually grab onto the back of a woman’s head and… lose myself in the feeling. In the moment. It wasn’t a big deal in New York because that’s what the club is for—to find people who like the same things you do. But Charlotte always told me it made her feel like a cheap whore.” I rub the back of my neck. “I never wanted to make you feel that way.”
“You never do, Lawson.” My breath catches as Lucy positions herself on her belly, lowering her head to kiss my tip before she looks back up at me. “I like it when you treat me like your dirty little slut.” The words are teasing, but they quickly turn serious as she continues, “You praise me, and I love it. I like you telling me when I do a good job. It pleases me to please you. And afterward, you care for me and make me feel loved.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you.” I grit my teeth as she drops her head again, swirling her tongue to lick up the glistening mess I’ve already made.
One of my hands moves to her hair, and she stares at me through her lashes. “Maybe we should get a pair of handcuffs. That way, I can maintain whatever paceIwant.”
A growl rumbles in my chest when she sucks the first few inches as shelaves her tongue against my crown. “You’ll never get me in a pair of handcuffs, rainbow. The need to touch you is too strong. I’ll never deny myself that privilege.”
“Never say never,” she whispers before sliding her mouth down as far as she can take me.
I fist the sheets, wanting so desperately to grab onto her head and force my length down her throat. I watch in awe as she bobs, taking more of me with every pass as she relaxes her throat.
“Fuck, baby. Show me what those pretty lips can do.”
