Page 64 of Fluke
He chuckles. “Okay. Whatever you say.Pretty sure you’re not in charge here.”
He works his way up my hips, stopping to appreciate the curve before making his way to my chest.
His hands cup my breasts, weighing them in his palms. His thumbs roll across the pebbled nipples—and that’s what does it. It breaks the calm I’ve been able to maintain so far.
I moan, earning a smile from him.
“Oh, did I find your switch?” he asks, rolling them between his fingers. “Is this what you like?”
“Yes.Fuck. Ah.” I lift my hips off the table again, squeezing my eyes shut. “You win.”
“I always win. Remember that.”
I suck in a breath as his mouth replaces his fingers on my nipple. He flicks it with his tongue and massages my other breast with his hand. Each lick and nibble against the sensitive bead are like a bolt of electricity.
My knees fall to the side, back arching, head digging against the countertop so hard that it makes me yelp.
There are too many feelings washing over me—my clit throbbing so intently, screaming for attention—that I can barely concentrate.
He kisses across my chest and up the side of my neck. I turn my head, giving him access to do whatever he wants.
The tenderness of his kisses mixed with the bite of the fabric binding my wrists is maddening.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I groan. “Please—fuck!”
A finger slides inside me as he captures my breath in his mouth. I bring my arms down, draping them over his shoulders, kissing him so feverishly that our teeth clash against each other.
He presses against my clit, earning another moan into his mouth.
“You think I driveyoucrazy?” he asks between kisses. “Woman, you have no idea what you do to me.”
I’m so wet that I can feel it running down my legs. My ass slips against the counter as I work my hips into his hand—craving more friction.
Jess nips my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls until I yelp.
He adds another finger inside me. “Yeah, I think you’re ready for me.”
“Wow. You’re a genius,” I hiss as he strums my pussy. “What’s the holdup?”
He chuckles. “I’m trying to decide whether I’m going to make you suck my cock before I let you come all over it.”
“As long as you don’t stop touching me,” I say, gasping as he pumps his fingers against my soaked flesh. “I’ll suck you dry.”
He hums. The flash of desire in his eyes is telling.
“Do you want to get off in my mouth, Jess? Do you want me to take you all the way to the back of my throat and swallow your cum?”
He pulls his fingers away, then walks to the end of the bar.
“Hey,” I say, as panic mixes with irritation in my tone. “Where are you going?”
“Settle down.”
My jaw drops. “Never tell a woman to settle down.”
He grabs my ankles and slides me down the counter. My asssqueaks against the stone, then balances on the edge as he places my legs over his shoulders. My opening is level with his mouth. The view of him framed between my thighs is nearly enough to make me orgasm.
It’s a sight I’ll never forget.
