Page 70 of Breaking Conviction
“Wes, what the—”
She looked down to see his finger in the caramel jar, swirling it around with a wicked grin on his face before pulling it out. Wordlessly, he painted her inner thigh with another swipe of warm caramel. The heat from the sweet mixed with the cool air kissing her thigh made her shiver.
“Your caramel tastes divine, love. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”
He kneeled forward, watching her as he gave her slow licks up her thigh that sent shocks straight to her clit. Her core tried to grab onto the promise of release and fluttered against the emptiness that was craving to be filled as Wes traveled his tongue all the way up her center. He began near her knees, trailing along the caramel path and sucking in hard against her skin to soak up the sweet.
The closer he got to her center, the more she wanted to tug him where she needed him. Her hands threaded into his hair, pulling slightly, testing his limits, but he only chuckled against her thigh and kept his slow pace.
She groaned and leaned her head back, but Wes bit her thigh hard enough to make her curse and look back at him. He was licking the caramel off his lips and held a finger up to her.
“Taste it.”
She was short enough to be able to lean over and take his finger into her mouth. She sucked up the sticky sugar, loving how his eyes darkened with need. She swirled her tongue around his finger, making sure to get all of it. When he drew his finger out of her mouth, he pulled her close to kiss the caramel off. The angle was almost uncomfortable, but she didn’t care as she gave into the messy kiss, tasting the last remnants of caramel. She moaned into his mouth right before he broke the kiss.
“Now for the real dessert.”
Her jaw dropped as he made a long swipe of his tongue through her arousal. The direct contact with her clit at the end made her draw in a harsh breath and she clutched the edge of the countertop.
Risking one hand to hold the hem of her dress, she watched in awe as he drove his tongue into her center. When it ventured inside, she bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. It stung, but it was either that or moan too loudly and wake Thea up. With the industrial aesthetic, the facility echoed like a fucking concert arena.
His fingertips dug into her thighs and hers got lost in his thick hair as she tugged the strands like reins to ride him. He pulled her close to the edge, supporting her with his shoulders to keep her from falling.
Her muscles began to tense as she climbed to her peak. His icy blue eyes froze her in place as his thumb found her throbbing clit while his tongue speared her opening. When he withdrew from her core, she whimpered, afraid he was going to leave her hanging, until he delved two fingers inside her and went back with his mouth focusing on her clit.
A random beeping sound chirped in the hallway. Naomi’s hazy mind ignored the noise, but Wes stiffened beneath her and his tongue left her clit.
“What?” Her voice squeaked with her protest. “No, no, no.” She’d beensodamn close. “Don’t stop. Please… keep goin’,” she urged, pulling his blue-midnight hair closer.
He tugged the fabric of her dress from her hand and she let go of her grip on him. The loose material covered him and as it smoothed down her legs, it sent shudders over her sensitive skin.
Slow, heavy-booted footfalls echoed on the concrete and her eyes widened, finally understanding that someone was home. She tried to move away from Wes, but he twirled his tongue around her clit and she melted against the cabinet with a moan.
Her free hand tried to grip the counter’s edge, but slipped on her panties. Reacting as quickly as her distracted mind could, she blindly opened up a random drawer before tossing them inside.
Should she have stopped him? Sure. Would old Naomi have stopped him? No, because old Naomi would never believe a man could make her feel this good.
So, for once, she wasn’t going to feel any shame. Fuck her modesty and fuck her fear. Aside from the pleasure, it was a heady experience to have a man kneel before her. She didn’t want either feeling to stop.
At least the dress mostly covered him. Hopefully. They could play it off if someone came into the kitchen, right? Maybe.
Maybe not, but Wes’s attention felt so good she’d take the risk.
Wes used the hand on her ass to pull her in closer for his feast, effectively hiding him even farther under her dress. She breathed deeply through her moans, but when his tongue found her clit and started to stroke, she lost the battle and released a quiet whine.
“Hey there…” Phoenix’s slurred introduction made Naomi jump, and Wes paused.Shit.“Didn’t think you’d shtill be up.”
In her pre-orgasmic haze, Naomi vaguely confirmed that with Phoenix lounging against the bar behind her, he had no clue she was getting eaten out right in front of him. Plus, Phoenix’s red eyes were half closed, and if his speech was any indication, he had to be blackout drunk.
Wes must’ve realized Phoenix’s level of inebriation too and slowly began to move his fingers inside her again. She gasped at the motion and accidentally inhaled the alcohol fumes wafting from Phoenix’s body, making her a little queasy. But then Wes resumed sucking her clit and she forgot whatever the fuck it was she was thinking about.
“Sho why’re you shtill up? Just got back myshelf. How ya likin’ it here?”
Yeah, there was absolutely no chance in hell he’d remember this moment. She could tell the liquor had brought out a light accent, but beyond that, Naomi could barely understand the guy. As if Wes had the same thought, his fingers narrowed to her G-spot. The damn troublemaker wastryingto make her come in front of his teammate.
“Uh… I, um…” She tried her best to be articulate, but Wes’s tongue swirled her clit and she moaned the rest. “Love it, oh my god.”
Phoenix chuckled. “Well damn. Glad you like it sho much. You practically live here now anywayyyysh.”
