Page 47 of Wicked Me
“You like this, don’t you? The possibility of being caught?” I whispered into her soaked curls.
Her grip tightened at the back of my head, her trimmed fingernails digging into my scalp. She gasped. “Stop talking.”
I grinned into her folds and looked up at her, at the moonlight glowing across her skin, at the lustful way she stared down at me. Somehow it turned me on even more. I tugged down the zipper over the bulge in my jeans. With my other hand, I cupped her and pushed two fingers inside her. Fuck, she was tight.
She dropped her head back against the wall with a closed-mouth moan, the tendons in her neck straining. When my entire hand was drenched with her, I reached into my boxers to ease the pressure on my dick. When she glanced down and saw what I was doing, her eyes brightened and her tongue wet her lips.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
Watching her watch me jack-off was such a fucking turn on. A loud groan rumbled through me, so I buried myself between her thighs again to muffle it. I pulled at her clit with my teeth and stroked myself with the same juices that flooded my tongue.
No way would I last long like this, locked between Paige’s thighs while her fingers stroked the sides of my face. But before I lost control, I worked my mouth expertly to push her over the edge.
It didn’t take long. She gasped “Oh” before her whole body trembled.
My tongue continued to guide her through it, even as an orgasm built at the base of my spine. It slid lower, lower, multiplying in power with each thrust of Paige’s hips into my face, each slide of my fist, until it exploded out of me. I moaned inside of her while her aftershocks continued to quake through her.
A door in the hallway opened. Riley’s door.
Let him walk in and see Paige sated, smell the sex in the air. Maybe then he would back off and treat someone else,notPaige, like an object to be dumped on the side of the road.
But when the bathroom door across the hall clicked closed, I took my cue. I slid up Paige’s body, enjoying the feel of every curve rubbing against mine. If Riley dropped dead from being a worthless human being, I would totally be up for round two just to hear how loud Paige could moan. If Paige didn’t look like she was about to fall asleep in my arms, I might’ve been up for round two anyway.
I kissed her, just a small, innocent peck, a promise for more, lots more, another time. “Good night, Paige,” I whispered against her lips.
She smiled a sleepy, sexy smile that magically put a chub back in my cock. “Good night, Sam.”
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Paige
RULE NUMBER ONE WHENliving with a panty annihilator like Sam Cleary? Google thembeforeallowing them between your legs.
Several articles portrayed him as a rebel, even in prep school where he wore his blond hair only slightly shorter than it was now. In a YouTube video when he was asked what his future plans were after high school graduation, he stated, “Get out of this fucking suit and tie.”
That one made me smile, but a D.C. gossip blog slid it off my face completely. It showed slightly blurred pictures of Sam entering a bar called The Underground Hill with a gorgeous blonde and leaving an hour later with a brunette. The time stamps on the photos showed the same night, but this really shouldn’t have surprised me.
