Page 60 of A Lethal Game of Trust
“You can come just once for me, Leo,” he said, the vibration of his words in my pussy. “I want nothing in return. This is just a thank you for last night.”
“A…” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god. What was he doing with his tongue? He kept on lapping at the same part of my clit, over and over, building the pace from languid and lazy to lustfuland liquid. “A thank you?”
I’d hardly done anything last night. I’d basically been the pillow princess he’d insulted me with the other day.
“I can spell it out for you with my tongue if you want.”
I breathed a laugh just as my phone beeped. I had to force myself to grab it instead of enjoying him.
ISSY: Please tell me Dom isn’t in? On my way back. Won’t be a few minutes.
“Shit, shit,” I gasped, partly from how he started to flick his tongue against me, partly from how he had to get the fuck off me and I had to clear up my clothes and panties from the living room, the hallway, my bloody bedroom door.
He lifted a hand to my stomach and forced me to lie back down, not removing himself from my pussy.
“Issy’s on her way back. She said she’s minutes—”
“Get up her location,” he ordered, replacing his tongue with his finger. “If you don’t want her to know, you have until she gets here to come on my tongue. I won’t be stopping until you do. Even if she’s in the doorway.”
“You want her to know?” I asked, outraged.
“I want to make you come,” he said, his voice low in frustration. “Now, little lion, lie the fuck back down.”
I did, tense as I watched the grey circle flashing closer and closer. She was minutes away.
“She’s too close,” I whispered.
He dragged his teeth across my clit and I whimpered.
“You’re not close enough,” he groaned and pressed against my entrance. “Are you too sore for me to fuck you with my fingers? I’ll be gentle.”
Really, probably, yes. But if he was going to be such a dick—
“Just—just do it.”
So slowly, too goddamn slowly seeing as we had a time limit, he pushed into me. He crooked his fingers and brushed the pads against my G-spot. I squirmed, screwing my eyes closed. He built a pattern, one brush, two brush, a lick of my clit. He sped up so fast that they all felt like the same motion, and within a minute, I was so close to coming undone because this man was insane. With each stroke, my whole body tightened.
His tongue, his fingers, damn, the way he wanted nothing in return.
I came with a shout of his name and, the waves still hitting me, I sat up, grabbed his beautiful face and pulled him up to kiss me, dizzy on the orgasm. “Inside me. Inside me now.”
He laughed into my mouth but my hand was already on his hard cock, pumping him with need.
“Now,” I muttered against his lips. “Now, Dom.”
He reached behind me as the blood gushing in my ears ceased and I heard the key in the door.
“Our clothes!”
He pressed a kiss into my cheek. “I brought them in after you passed out.”
Oh, thank god.
Panic over, I pulled him closer to me, his cock nudging my pussy. “Dom.”
“The bed’s too loud,” he whispered and shoved the pillows from behind me on the floor.
“Leonie,” Issy sang as she came into the flat, the rattle of her keys being thrown on the side. “Is Shithead in? His car’s still here.”
