Page 53 of Play the Last Track
“Mm. I wanted to rip every single man’s eyes out while walking you through this ballroom tonight, just for staring at you. For daring to look at the woman I came here with.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I say, completely breathless as he starts running his hands down my waist and over my hips. His fingers curl into the fabric of the skirt. I arch into him again when I feel his fingers brush against my inner thigh. My breath catches, and I close my eyes again.
“Watch me, Katie,” he says in a deep voice. “I’m going to devour you, and I want you to watch.”
Every single logical thought completely disappears as I open my eyes and watch Flynn sink to his knees. His hand curls around my ankle, starting a slow ascent up my leg. It traces up the curve of my calf, flicking the fabric out of the way when he reaches my knee. He leans in, pressing a kiss on my inner thigh.
Dear god.
Fake, who?
Nothing about the way he touches me feels fake. It never has. This right here is why I need to keep a safe distance from him. I knew he felt this good. I knew the moment he touched me, Iwould melt, right there on the spot. And here I am, watching as he single-handedly turns me into a puddle.
His lips continue their path up my inner thigh, and I hiss when he presses a gentle kiss against my barely-there panties. Damn it. He really is going to devour me.
I watch as he pulls back, his fingers replacing his lips as he strokes me. His eyes dart up to meet mine. There are so many emotions in his fiery gaze, and I have no trouble reading a single one. Desire spreads through me, all starting from the spot where he gently tugs at my panties. He hooks his finger in the band, and they fall down my legs. I carefully step out of them, and he snatches them from the ground. I expect him to hold onto them or hand them to me, so that after this is over, I can put them back on, but he doesn’t. He shoves them in his pocket, his hands finding themselves back on my thighs and pushing my dress up to my hips.
Then, he leans forward again, disappearing under the skirt of my dress, his face buried between my legs. I lean back against the wall, trying desperately to balance as his tongue licks the length of me. Pleasure zips through me, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, but the words feel louder as they echo. I take a hand and cover my mouth, muffling the moan I let out when I feel Flynn’s tongue flick across my clit.
Fuck.
His fingers dig into my thighs, his lips sucking eagerly on my clit. He’s devouring me, just like he promised. I roll my hips and try to move against his mouth, but his hands tighten on my thighs to keep me in place. I’m shaking, unsteady on my feet.
I feel one of his hands loosen and then slide down to my knee before he lifts my leg over his shoulder and presses himself further into me. I moan again, the sound muffling against my palm.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
I reach down, running my fingers through his hair, grabbing hold of his blond strands as he starts moving faster. He’s sucking me, his tongue diving into me like it’s searching for lost treasure. I gasp, grinding against him, searching for more friction.
A laugh echoes down the hall, and we still. Well, I go still. Flynn continues to eat away at me like I’m his favorite meal. I watch as two women stop at the entrance of the corridor. If they start making their way down here, toward us, there is no way they won’t catch us.
Fuck, we’re going to get caught.
I feel Flynn squeeze my thigh again, his fingers creeping further and further up. Then, I feel him bury them inside me. I gasp, my back arching as he pumps two fingers in and out of me. His lips wrap around my clit as he goes faster and faster.
He’s trying to make me come.
There’s someone right there, and he’s trying to make me fall apart. He knows we could get caught, that someone could see us, and he doesn’t care.
Do I care?
No.
No, I definitely don’t.
I lean my head back on the wall, dropping my hand from my mouth and sinking both into his hair. “Please,” I murmur, my words a whine of pleasure. “Please, Flynn.”
He doesn’t let up, he doesn’t slow down.
I shatter against his mouth, his tongue, on his fingers. My pussy clenches, and I feel my orgasm surge through me, dripping onto the fingers he still has inside of me and my thighs. He stays where he is and rides out the waves of my orgasm until it completely subsides, and I’m trying to catch my breath. A moment later, he pulls back, adjusting my dress before he stands up.
I feel smaller now, even though I’m still closer to his height with my heels on. Flynn leans over me, his lips glistening with my arousal and curving into a satisfied smile. I smile back, my eyes feeling heavy and tired after coming so hard.
He lifts his fingers, still soaked withme, to my mouth. “Suck,” he says, the words low and demanding.
I don’t hesitate.
