Page 63 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one side of his mouth quirk up in a grin and I wanted to take a photograph of that moment and put it as a wallpaper on my phone so that I could see that knowing smirk every damned day.
But then his fingers slid up inside my thighs and photos—and everything else in the entire world—ceased to matter.
He teased over the sensitive skin where my thighs met my torso, stroking and squeezing my thighs tight, going slow after the double orgasm he’d just given me. His knuckles met and brushed over my slit as he played with me and the heat from them was like a homing beacon. I was suddenly alert and ready all over again. That tiny touch sent me arching out of the water, bubbles sluicing down my sides as I raised my hips and shamelessly begged, "Please."
My entire body was covered with goosebumps, so every tiny swivel of his fingers sent jagged sensations racing through me.
Malcolm grabbed a towel and wiped the bubbles off my thighs and core, rubbing tiny circles into my skin as he cleaned me and teased me simultaneously. My head arched back against the tub and my hands flew up to grip its sides, excitement sparkling behind my eyelids every time I blinked.
"Hayley, you're so beautiful," he whispered as he leaned over the tub. He put his lips close to my stomach and said my name again. The hot air from his mouth was like a little patch of sunlight. He alternated saying my name and "beautiful" as his mouth trailed down to my core.
Then he gently used his fingers, which he magically turned ice-cold, to pull apart my pussy lips.
"Fuck!" My body tried to leap away from him. The sensation was too much. Too cold.
But then his mouth closed over my clit. He kept his fingers cold but his tongue slowly heated, warmer and warmer as he alternated between flicking it gently over my clit and sucking.
The contrast of hot and cold had me shuddering within moments. My vision tunneled and everything became focused on the sensations shooting through my body.
He used one icy finger to trace up toward my ass and tease the entrance there. Then he switched his finger from cold to hot.
And I exploded.
Hot and cold. Ice and fire. A glorious roar of pleasure filled my body and erupted out my mouth. "Malcolm!" I yelled his name in disbelief, and gratitude and wild abandon.
When I grew too sensitive, I let my hips sink back into the water, which now simply felt like a swimming pool, slightly chilly but not unpleasant.
I blinked up at him in a daze, watching as he stood and carefully stripped, his erection bobbing as he kicked off his pants. He leaned over the tub and pulled the plug, making the water gurgle and the cold start to leach away. “Stand back up,” he softly told me.
I did as he wanted, though I had to lean against the tile wall because my thighs were still trembling. Malcolm got warm water running on the sprayer and then gently washed the bubbly suds from my body. Once I was clean, he put the sprayer back in its place for the shower so that it sprayed down on me, pulled the curtain and stepped inside.
“Ready for orgasms four and five?” he asked, stroking his hard length.
“You’ve got to be joking,” I said.
He wasn’t.
