Page 22 of Fall Back
His large hands move over my knees, his fingertips running up the inside of my thighs and pushing them open. I know what he’ll see. His shirt was the only thing I slipped on when I came to bed, and my pussy gets slick with my need for him whenever he’s close.
“Naughty girl,” he rumbles.
“How, exactly, did you get in here? I know I locked the door,” I muse.
He settles his body between my legs before he plants open-mouthed kisses along my thighs, one side and then the other. My hips jolt with the contact, wanting more of him. Always.
His breath fans over my pussy lips and a whimper escapes my throat. “I have a key,” he throws out there, his voice casual as if he didn’t just say something completely unhinged.
Because how could he possibly have a key? I didn’t give him one, I know that for sure.
“Wh-what?” The stuttered question comes out as a squeak. “Did you have a key made from mine? How? When?”
I can feel the way Jared’s lips tip up into a smirk. “I have my ways,” he whispers against my damp skin.
“Why are you here?”
He chuckles, the feeling of it hitting my clit and making my pussy clench. “You know why I’m here. I needed to see you. The thought of going home and not having you in my arms wasn’t sitting right with me. So, here I am.”
Before I can ask another question or even think of one, he dives between my thighs, his tongue sliding between the lips of my pussy until it flicks over my throbbing clit. I moan, my back arching and my hips forcing my pussy against his face even more.
Fuck. I want to be devoured by him. Desperately.
Jared eats me out like he’s never tasted anything so good. The sounds coming from him are obscene, each one making me wetter and wetter. I’m a writhing mess as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
When my fingers tangle in his hair, I grip the long strands up top, pulling them free of the manbun. I try to use my hold to direct his attention where I want it. The man only chuckles, the sound sinister and muffled against my thighs.
He makes my eyes roll back in my head when he slides one of his thick fingers inside of my pussy while his mouth focuses on my clit. While sucking it between his lips, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease me while I become a panting mess. He curls his finger just right and my vision whites for a second as my thighs tense up.
I’m right there.
So damn close.
I can almost taste it. Almost touch it.
Just when I think I’m going to fall over the edge, Jared pulls away from me, the move choreographed and so damn cruel thatI could cry. I make a sound that is pure distress in the back of my throat, but Jared doesn’t dive back in between my thighs.
“Strip,” he barks the word, and I scramble to comply.
My movements are fast and uncoordinated to the point that I get wrapped up and trapped in Jared’s oversized shirt for a moment. His strong hands glide over my skin before he helps to free me and pull the material away from my body.
“You’re not getting that shirt back, so don’t even think about it,” I warn him, my voice far too husky to be taken seriously.
“You can have all my shirts,” he offers, meaning every word.
When I look into his blue eyes, his pupils are dilated, and he looks like he’s on the verge of being feral.
It’s only when I’m naked underneath him when I realize he must have taken his clothes off before he ever climbed into bed with me. His cock is thick, hard, and curved up toward his belly. I lick my lips as pre-cum beads on the red, almost purple, crown.
“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath. “You can’t look at my dick like it’s a popsicle.”
“Does that mean I don’t get to taste you?”
He lets out a low sound, something between a groan and a growl. Then he’s knee walking up my body, trapping my arms against my torso as he does. Having him looming over me, my body trapped underneath his, shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but I can feel my thighs getting slick with the evidence of how hot I find it.
He positions the tip of his cock at my lips, sliding the weeping hole along the bottom and then the top. When my tongue dartsout and collects some of what he’s offering, he moans as I make a mewling sound. My lips part and he pushes past my lips.
I roll my tongue over him while sucking softly, my lips tight around his girth. When he lets out a growl full of possession, I suck harder.
