Page 47 of Forgotten Comeback
“Let me eat your pussy and make it up to you,” I offer.
Taylor wrinkles her nose. “No thanks. I’ve seen your oral skills, or lack thereof.”
No longer feeling my hands, I pull them out of the buckets, drying them off with a napkin. “Tell me it doesn’t make you wet thinking about that night. And I’m not talking about Mia. I’m talking aboutyou and me. God, you were so sexy, rubbing that pussy so damn good, watching me fuck my hand.”
“It doesn’t make me wet,” she says in a bored tone, but her nipples are poking through her dress.
“Liar. Take off your panties and prove it,” I challenge.
“I don’t have to prove anything to you, Gavin,” Taylor says haughtily.
“Buck-buck-buck.” I flap my arms.
Chapter
Nineteen
Taylor
Not one to back down from a dare, I lift my ass from the seat and wiggle out of my panties. Gavin’s eyes have blown out completely; the gold rings hidden behind his dilated pupils as I wad my panties in my hand.
Slamming my fist into the bucket of water, I ignore the bite of cold. “Will you look at that?” I hold the dripping panties in the air between my index finger and thumb. “Panties are wet.” I let them fall into the icy water with asplat.
He moves so damn fast, I don’t know what’s happening until he’s underneath the table, his head on my lap. “What are you doing?” I hiss.
“Man-eater thought she could destroy the evidence, but this snitch pussy doesn’t lie.” He inhales deeply, skimming his nose along my crotch. “Let me have just a little taste, and if you’re not impressed with my oral skills, I won’t hit on you ever again.”
My pulse gallops as I glance around the VIP area. Nobody’s paying us any attention. We’re tucked away in the back corner, and Gavin’s hidden beneath the tablecloth.
Oh my God, I’m considering this. Why am I considering this?
“You have five minutes,” I find myself saying, my heart pounding like a drum as I spread my legs.
“I’ll make you see stars in four.” The low timbre of his voice causes my skin to prickle as he shoves my dress up, exposing my bare pussy. I’m embarrassingly wet, and I refuse to analyze why that is.
“Doubtful,” I taunt him.
“Tell that to your dripping pussy.” He takes a swipe with his tongue, groaning. “Just as sweet as you smell.”
I shudder. “Four minutes, thirty seconds.”
“Don’t rush me. I like to savor my meal.” He begins eating my pussy in earnest with soft, flat strokes of his tongue, his face perpendicular to my pussy. So the man was paying attention to my tutorial.
Soft yet methodical.
Determined yet gentle.
The hot glide of his tongue has my head lolling against the banquette. It’s nothing like I imagined coming from this man. And yes, I’ve imagined it, and yes, I’d rather be drawn and quartered than admit that to anyone.
A sound of male satisfaction rumbles from Gavin’s throat, but as fucked up as it is, I don’t want to orgasm to prove him wrong. My nails rake over his tightly cut hair as I refuse to moan, fusing my jaw shut.
“Can I get you anything else?” The server appears.
I squirm as Gavin enters me with a cold finger, curling it in acome-hithermotion as his tongue dances around my clit, but not directly on it. “No.” My voice comes out strained.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I overstepped earlier. I just wish someone had warned me about Gavin so I didn’t get hurt.”
He nips my clit with his teeth.
