Page 64 of Lust
I sucked on her clit desperately, then flicked it before swirling my tongue, finally spearing her opening. When I plunged a finger inside, Sara jerked forward, her thighs shaking against the sides of my head.
She mumbled something to the extent ofoh Godbefore she could hold back no longer and started actively fucking herself against my tongue.
There were no more pretenses left. Sara was enjoying this, and I was living for every moment of it.
And then it happened.
Sara came loudly against the pressures of my tongue and finger, grinding herself against my mouth without holding back. A tremor ran down her body as sweet wetness trickled down her thighs and onto my chin.
Gasping and squirming, she moaned over and over until she was a lithe body barely able to hold herself up against the wall. I rose to circle my arm around her before she could slide down the wall, wiping my chin with the back of my other hand, a cocky smile in place.
“You like that, baby?” I asked against the shell of her ear.
She couldn’t form a response, panting heavily. Evidence of her arousal was slick on my slacks when I hugged her close, leaving wet spots behind. My cock was so hard and throbbing that it might burst from that minimal contact.
Nothing compared to hearing this girl fall apart. God, the sounds she made… they made me want to fuck her until neither of us could move, until we forgot the world, or everyone forgot about us along with our last names, and until I made her love me.
This animalistic need for her made my slacks impossibly tight. Nothing else mattered apart from sinking into her and feeling that pussy fit me like a glove. It’d be so easy to unzip my pants and find that slit of hers that was wet and slippery enough to take my thick cock. It was only the promise I had made to her that kept me from acting on the impulse.
Instead, I held her while Sara calmed her excitable heart. As soon as she recovered enough, I’d take her home and do something nice for her… a reward for the acquiescence she showed today. Sara had come further than I had dared to hope.
I dropped my face in her hair as I fixed her underwear and smoothed her dress down. “Come on, Angel. I’ll take you home.”
Sara stiffened in my hold. Her gaze involuntarily flickered to Toby.
“I told you,” I said with my jaw clenched. “Steve will fix him up.”
She didn’t budge, nor did she argue. However, her body language gave away the nonverbal answer. She didn’t want to leave poor Toby in this condition and was exercising immense self-control not to flock to his side.
Even after that mind-boggling experience, one that women called me a God for, Sara was unmoved. For fuck’s sake, I made her come in less than five minutes, and I didn’t even try to fuck her. For once, I wanted to do the honorable thing and take care of her despite the fact that I had time on my side. I only wanted to give her a taste of how good it could be between us, so she wouldn’t feel the need to do this out of desperation next time.
I wanted her to want this, to wantme.
My past had consisted of so many women and sexual conquests that I could hardly put a number to it. The encounters had left me hollow, and after my mid-twenties, I gave up on the shallow pursuits altogether. In all that time, I’d never let anyone affect my pride to this extent.
But now, at the age of thirty, a teenager was dangling the hope of a fulfilling experience and pulling at every one of my strings. The balance in our power dynamics was unfair.
I was risking my life’s goals, my career, everything this family had staked, and all for a girl who couldn’t bear to be away from another man. A woman who continued to betray me, despite my numerous warnings against seeing that man.
Fine.
If that’s how she wanted to play it, I could be just as selfish. Maybe I wasn’t processing things coherently, which made me say it. “If you aren’t leaving with me, then get on your knees.”
“What?” Her head jerked up, stunned.
We now had twenty minutes to spare, and I planned to use every second of it.
“You heard me,” I said silkily. “Kneel!”
Sara swallowed, her bravado faltering at the order to do something so demeaning. Once more, she shocked me by complying.
“Wait,” I said before her knees could touch the ground. “Put your knees on my feet.” The dirty basement was hardly how I imagined this, but I didn’t need her scuffing up her pretty little knees.
She scooted forward, so that when she sank to the floor, the weight of her knees landed on my dress shoes. My gaze fixated on her crown while hers was straight at my crotch. The angle gave me an unfiltered view of her plunge neckline and the black bra under her dress. A slick of sweat formed at the top of her mounds, and God, I almost bit my fist to stop the urge from tearing that dress open right down the middle.
She was so damn pretty.
Excitement coursed through me because the only thing better than Sara kneeling in front of me was the victory of taking her in front of the man I despised the most in this world. I resisted the urge to smirk with sly satisfaction.
