Page 40 of London's Calling: Part 1
“Pad Thai,” he replies flippantly.
My eyes widen in surprise. “Seriously? How do you even know I like Pad Thai?”
He takes a mouthful of beer before answering. “The gala we attended last year, we were sat on the same table, and I remember you complaining to the waitress that you’d order Pad Thai and not, and I quote, ‘the hellish, set my mouth on fire Thai Green curry’.”
I can’t hide my disbelief and it shows. “You…you remembered that?”
He watches me for a second, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, before placing his beer down on the coffee table and shuffling closer to me.
His breath fans across my face as he speaks. “Oh, I remember many things I shouldn’t about you, Veronica Hart. You don’t mind beer but prefer hard liquor, especially tequila. You like coffee over tea, milk and no sugar. I’m guessing your favourite colour is red, it’s what you wear the most.”
I think he’s done, like that list wasn’t enough of an example at just how well he knows me. But of course he’s not finished.
He reaches a hand out to my face, running two fingers down my cheek and along my jaw before gripping my chin in between his thumb and forefinger, then he closes the distance between us. “And last, but by no means least, I remember the way your breath catches when I slide my cock into your pussy and the way you pant as you come, on my fingers, my tongue and my cock.”
My breath catches exactly how he said it does, only this time it’s not because of him fucking me, but because his words take up residence inside a small corner of my heart, hijacking it, stealing it away.
His lips meet mine in a sensual kiss, it’s gentle and slow and loaded with emotion. His grip on my chin tightens as he deepens the kiss, and the remaining three quarters of my heart skip a beat, sighing at the promise they’ll one day be owned by this man.
The bottle disappears from my hand as Mickey presses forward, forcing me back into the sofa, and I go willingly. Desire turns to desperation, and our kiss turns frantic and wild, pawing at each other. My skin is alive, sparking with electricity as his hand dips beneath my robe, finding my breast and tweaking my hardened nipple, and eliciting a keening moan from deep within me. His hands leave me, releasing my chin, before he grips the front of my robe and rips it open, revealing me to him. Like a crazed man, he cups my tits, sucking and biting my nipples in turn, and I can’t breathe with the need to have his hands claiming me. My head feels heavy, wanting to roll back, but I can’t tear my eyes from him. I’m entranced as he ravishes me, leaving behind small red marks, branding me. When he raises his eyes to mine, the whole world tilts on its axis.
“Mickey,” I whisper, unable to form anything more than his name as he moves down my body, pulling my robe away as he goes. His head disappears between my legs as he buries his face in my pussy, licking a path from front to back before focusing on my clit. My back arches as he sucks the little bud into his mouth, and I let out a cry.
“Fuck, you taste so good. Like the most exquisite delicacy in the fucking universe.” He dips his head back down, parting my folds and flattening his tongue as he glides it along the length of my pussy, watching me the entire time, eyes so dark it’s like looking deep into his soul.
“Oh god…” I whisper breathlessly as he slides a finger inside me, pumping in and out. He adds a second finger and begins a relentless assault on me with his fingers and tongue.
I struggle to breath as my orgasm builds, and every nerve ending in my body is lit with a thousand bolts of energy as my lower belly tightens with the tell-tale pull.
“Fuck, Mickey…don’t stop,” I demand, gripping his hair with both hands and thrusting my hips, riding his face. “Yes, yes…ahhh!” My body locks up as my release hits, exploding with the force of a bullet from a gun, shattering inside me and destroying everything in its path.
As my body convulses with aftershocks, Mickey crawls up my body, taking my lips in a desperate and heated kiss, and I hum at the taste of myself on his mouth. When he breaks the kiss a minute later, I push against him, guiding him to a sitting position and straddle him.
Raising my hips, I free his straining cock from the flimsy confines of his boxers and line him up with my pussy, then I lower myself slowly, savouring the burn as he stretches me. Once I’m fully seated, I grip his shoulders and take a minute to adjust and catch my breath before rolling my hips. With his hands gripping my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh, I slowly increase my pace until I’m slamming down on him and bottoming out every time.
“Shit, Roni, I’m not going to…last long if you keep that up, babe,” he pants out with a growl, his hold on me tightening as I feel his cock swell inside me.
“Good! Come, Mickey…show me what I do to you.” I move my hands to cup his face, ensuring he’s looking at me when he comes undone beneath me.
His pupils are fully dilated, the strain at holding himself back obvious, but I keep going, riding him, driving him and myself to oblivion.
“Roni…I?—”
“Shhh,” I whisper, then drop my lips to meet his as I feel the first pulse of his release, and a second later, he breaks our kiss with a roar, sending me crashing over the edge with him.
I let my head drop forward, meeting his, our breaths mingling, as the high melts away. Mickey sighs, then tilts his head up a little to kiss me.
I sense he wants to say something, but the intercom buzzes, interrupting us. I climb off him, shucking my robe back on my shoulders and hurry to answer the intercom.
I let the delivery guy in and then head to open the door, but my mind is someplace else, specifically on what I stopped Mickey from saying just now.
I have a strong feeling that whatever it was would have changed everything.
Why?
Because if I’m right, I feel it too.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
