Page 67 of Devious Temptation
“Yes!” I cry wantonly, arching my back as his mouth descends on me, sucking and biting at my clit while he keeps fucking my body with the cucumber. “I love being your little slut.”
“What a good fucking girl you are.” The praise caresses my skin like silk. My chest feels like it’s about to explode.I’m so close to that precipice, but not ready for the pleasure to end yet. My fingers fly into his hair as he moans against me, “Fuck, Lucy, baby. Come for Daddy. Give it all to me, you perfect fucking girl.”
“Oh my god, Lawson, I’m about to come.”
“Yeah?” he moans before licking my clit harder and angling the cucumber so that it hits my G-spot.
My orgasm bursts, hot and heavy, as the pressure explodes between my legs. Lawson stands, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he keeps stroking me through it, murmuring words of encouragement. “That’s my girl. Keep coming, rainbow. Give me another one.”
It feels like my soul literally flees my body as he pulls wave after wave of rippling release from me. My body shakes uncontrollably, my hips jerking when he doesn’t let up. I didn’t think it was even possible, but I count at least three real orgasms before he pulls the cucumber from my body and holds it up for me to see. Streaks of white and remnants of cum cover the bumpy, green vegetable. What should be a weird and embarrassing image looks more like the cover of a pornography magazine.
I am utterly spent and preparing myself for another round because Lawson hasn’t even fucked me yet, but he keeps me waiting.
“Be a good girl, and keep those legs spread.” He places the cucumber in a waiting Tupperware before grabbing a condom and ripping the wrapper with his teeth.
By the time he makes it back to me, my release has cooled on my thighs. Lawson scoops it up with his fingers and pushes it back into me before he thrusts in all the wayto his base. His arms wrap beneath my ass, hoisting my legs around his hips.
“How many more do you think you can give me tonight, rainbow?”
When he moves, it’s like a waterfall of heat. I grip his shoulders, pulling him as close as possible. “However many more you want to give me,” I moan against his mouth before pressing my lips to his.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
I will never,everget tired of hearing him call me that. When we’re in the moment, I live to see how much praise I can receive from him. How well I can please him.
Yes, I’ve become one of those women who loves to please their partner. Because at the end of the day, Lawson lives to give me as much pleasure as he can.
“So fucking good,” he groans as I squeeze my walls around him. “Such...”Thrust.“…a good...”Thrust.“…fucking...”Thrust.“…girl!” Lawson’s movements become erratic, pumping into me with such frenzy that the kitchen table begins to squeak as it slides across the floor.
“Lucy!” he roars my name as he comes, fucking me fast and hard with his face buried against my shoulder. The familiar flutter of my walls milks his cock as I hug him to me, grinding my hips up into his as I continue to fuck him, even when he’s gone still.
And his whispered, “Good girls,” last long into the night as we fly through an entire box of condoms, worshiping each other until the sun comes up.
“Lulu,are you okay? You look red as a tomato. Are you coming down with something?” Anna asks, pressing the back of her hand against my forehead. “You’re burning up.”
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Lawson smirks at me from his end of the conference table, deliberately sticking the entire end of the fork that has chopped cucumber pieces on it in his mouth and slowly pulling it out, giving me a private—yet very public—show of him sucking the vegetable and dressing off his silverware. The creamy vinaigrette makes me think of what we did last night, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop the flush taking over my face.
“I’m fine.” I wave her off before rubbing my temple with my middle finger and turning that side of my head to Lawson. When I glance at him again, he’s silently laughing into his salad as he picks up another piece of cucumber.
Crunch.
Twenty-Three
Havingsex on film is actually quite comfortable.
Once Lawson presses record, it’s like the cameras aren’t even there. At this point, we’ve made so many videos I keep joking that we could start one of those online accounts where people pay to watch you have sex.
Lawson doesn’t find that amusing… and I think he’s slightly concerned about how I don’t even sound like I’m joking when I suggest it.
And living together–albeit temporarily–is like a dream. We’ve easily fallen into a routine that feels like we’ve already been doing it for years. Lawson drops me off around the block before work, and I grab us coffee in the café, only to meet back uprandomlyin the elevator. Then, once work is over, I walk home, where he’s already waiting for me, and we go back to his house.
In the week River is in Florida, we become experts at the three c’s—conversation, cooking, and coitus.
But the future still hangs over us like a heavy cloud,ready to burst and drench us with heartache the second we start poking at it.
Lawson is hell-bent on returning to New York. I don’t know if it’s because he still wants to avoid the possibility of something more serious happening between us or because he genuinely hates Chicago that much.
