Page 74 of Famous Last Words
My entire body quivers as the tip of his index finger flicks my swollen clit.
“Please, Robbie,” I whimper again, my voice gravelly and unfamiliar.
“Not yet, Keller,” is all he says, winking at me before closing in again and maintaining eye contact as he spits on my pussy.Spits. Normally I’d be disgusted. Maybe even slap him. But fuck me, it might just be the hottest damn thing any man has ever done to me.
Robbie drags his thick finger up and down my slit. Circling my center, he trails up so it barely grazes my clit. Back down then up, down then up. He’s relentless, and I can’t stop myself from tilting my hips, desperate for more. I don’t even know what I want. I just need to come.
“Please?” I beg, throwing my head back in frustration. “I need it so bad.”
“I know you do, baby,” Robbie coos as his lips ghost across my clit. “I’ve been edging you for the last half hour.” He flashes me a cocky grin. “Your pussy is pulsing, Keller. Fuckingpulsing. My needy littleslut.”
I groan in a combination of lust, frustration, and ecstasy when he dips the tip of his finger inside of me, only to remove it again far too quickly. When he kisses my inner thigh, dragging his tongue against the sensitive skin, it takes everything I have not to push him away and finish myself off.
“You’re so pissed at me, huh?” he says with a throaty laugh.
I glare at him, but the anger disintegrates the moment he lays his tongue flat against my clit, licking with fervor. I’m so fucking close.
“You really wanna come?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” I nod frantically as he works my clit, his index finger sliding inside of me at an agonizingly slow pace; it’s both heaven and hell and everything in between.
Again, Robbie pulls away, only this time he moves all the way away, crawling up the bed to lay beside me, and I can feel tears of frustration sting my eyes.
“You okay?” he asks with a mocking grin, fingers lazily circling one of my nipples.
“Why would you do that?” I sob, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to quell the crippling ache.
Robbie leans in and grazes his lips with mine. I can smell myself on his skin, taste myself on his tongue when it licks into my mouth and finds mine. “If you wanna come,” he says against my mouth, “then get your ass up, and sit on my fucking face.”
My eyes widen, and I gape at him as he pulls away, that same taunting grin playing on his lips. He rolls onto his back and makes himself comfortable, and I just continue staring at him, his glorious naked form, muscles moving beneath his smooth, tattooed skin, thick cock straining up against his stomach.
“Come on, Keller,” he says, smirking up at the ceiling. “I have a flight to catch.”
It’s only now that I’m fully aware none of the blinds are drawn. His bed is in the corner of two glass walls, and literally anyone could be looking in at us right now. If I’m honest, that’s actually kind of hot. But I’ve never done this before. Sat on someone’s face, I mean. What if I?—
“Keller, don’t make me ask again.”
“I can’t sit on your face, Robbie,” I balk. “It’s already banged up from the fight. What if I… I don’t know… break your nose? Or suffocate you?” I scoff. “I’m not exactly a size two.”
He turns then, facing me, and despite the wicked smirk, there’s something else entirely inhis eyes when they meet mine. “Keller,” he says softly. “You’re not gonna break my nose. Trust me, if Danowski couldn’t do it with his bare fucking fist, you’re not gonna break it with your soft, fleshy ass.”
I glare at him.
He chuckles. “And, honestly, baby, I could die and go to heaven with those thick thighs wrapped around my head. Suffocate the fuck out of me and know I’ll die a happy man.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“Well, how about this?” He cups my jaw, tracing the curve of my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb so soft and gentle that my eyelashes flutter. “Sit on my fucking face, or don’t come at all.” He grins at me all cocky like. “The choice is yours.”
The thought of not coming right now far outweighs the risk of going to prison for the accidental asphyxiation of Robbie Mason. So, with a resigned sigh, I push up and tentatively climb on top of him, hovering over his chest.
“Atta girl,” he murmurs, hands rubbing up and down my soft thighs, thumbs skimming dangerously close to my center. “Keep going.”
I lift one knee, placing it next to his head, and then the other, but I hesitate, frozen mid-air.
“This is so fucking humiliating,” I whine.
“Humiliating? For who?” he mutters between gritted teeth, gripping my hips almost to the point of pain. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Now quit your fucking hovering, grab onto the headboard, and ride my fucking face.”
