Page 80 of Flaunt
I look down at him, grinning mischievously. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He chuckles. “I’m not sure if not knowing last night was a good thing or a bad thing.”
“Depends on the outcome you wanted, I suppose,” I say, running my hands through his hair. “After listening to you last night, I think you got the one you wanted. So it was a good thing, I think. For you, anyway.”
He rolls his eyes. “Why is everything that’s good for you always kinda painful?”
I giggle, leaning back.
His hands slide around my thighs until his thumbs are on either side of my slit.
The room wobbles, and I hold on tight to his shoulders to keep steady. “Like what?”
“Oh, like when you order pizza and the cheese is really goopy and melty. That’s when it’s the best, but it’ll also burn the hell out of you.”
I laugh as he spreads my thighs farther apart. “You could have patience and wait.”
“Waiting is overrated.”
My heart pounds. “You seem to have tons of patience tonight.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“An annoying one.”
He smirks. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know how in the hell I have this much patience when your pussy is so close to my face.”
Fuck. Me.
I can barely register that when his finger slides through my wetness.
“Ooh,” I say, hissing a breath and spreading my legs so far apart that they burn. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
His grin is slow and oh-so sexy. “Okay. Tell me. How fast do you want to getthere?”
“Now would be great—ah,” I say, as one finger dips into me and another finds my clit. “Yes. Now.”
He chuckles, massaging slow, small circles against my swollen bud. “Do you know what Ireallylike?”
I hum, my eyes falling closed at the pleasure rolling through me in soft waves.
“Watching your face turn pink and wondering if it matches the color of your pussy,” he says.
Dear God. “There’s only one way to find out.”
He withdraws his touch. But before I can protest, he’s pulling the top of my dress down. Seams crack at the quick and harsh movement.
“Don’t break it,” I cry as he pulls a breast into his mouth. “This is your mom’s.”
He holds a nipple between his teeth and looks up at me, grinning. “It’s fine. She never expects anything to come back without it being broken. Trust me. Years of experience.”
I laugh, but it instantly changes to a hiss. “Banks.”
He flicks my nipple with his tongue while rolling the other around in his fingers. I’m dripping wetness down my legs, my thighs sticky.
He’s. Barely. Touched. Me.
How can he do that?
