Page 65 of Fluke
“Since you seem to like delayed gratification so much …”
“I don’t,” I say, shaking my head back and forth. “Hate it. Despise it. I like instant gratification.”
His face buries between my legs before I can compute what’s happening. I suck in a breath as he sucks on my clit.
“I can come on your face,” I say, barely able to get the words out. “That works—oh!”
He shoves two fingers inside me, twisting them before pulling them out. He continues this repeatedly until the rhythm couples with the assault on my clit and has me teetering on the precipice of bliss.
“Just like that,” I say, grinding against his face. “Fuck, Jess!” His name comes out higher, almost a squeal, as the onslaught peaks—almost painfully so.
And then he stops.
What? I pant, heat boiling through my body.
He stands, my juices coating his face, and grins. My ankles are up in the air, held together with one hand so I don’t fall off the table.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask, struggling against the confines of my panties.
“Was thathelpful?”
I can’t sit up without my hands. Still, I scramble for a position that doesn’t feel as impotent.
“As much as I like watching you squirm … here.” He helps me to my feet, my body sliding roughly against his chest as I go. He towers over me. “Better?”
“You know what? Not really.”
He laughs.
“This isn’t funny.”
“Ah, do you get angry when you’re horny?”
I make a face at him and try to free my hands. He rolls his eyes and grabs the knot, giving it a quick yank. The fabric breaks.
“No,” I say, glaring at him and rubbing my wrists. “I get angry when I don’t get off.”
“You are so impatient.” He swats my ass as he passes me. “I didn’t have you pegged as being so demanding.”
“Really?” I ask, lifting a brow. “How can you say that with a straight face?”
He rummages around a drawer next to a deep gray outdoor sofa, seemingly unaffected by my misery. “Get over here.”
“Why should I?”
He turns around and, while holding my gaze,drops his shorts and boxer briefs.
Shit.
He grips his cock and pumps it. “I’m not going to ask you again.”
“Good thing I don’t want to wait anymore. I won’t make you ask me again.”
He hands me a condom. “Here. Put this on me.”
“Of course,” I say facetiously. “I’d love to. I’d love to stand here dripping all over the fucking floor while I touch you.”
“I’d watch your mouth.”
