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A shiver runs over her. “Of course not. You were the one eavesdropping.” Her denial is thin, her voice lacking its usual smart assed tone. She tilts her head, allowing me to kiss her neck, and slides her hands down my chest.
“I was, and all I could think about was licking your pussy until you made those sounds for me.”
“Fuck.” Her curse comes out under her breath as I kneel down in front of her.
She’s so gorgeous with her cheeks flaming and lips parted. I run my hands up her legs, under her skirt, and over her soft thighs. “Tell me no, Lila. Tell me to stop or I’m going to make you come on my face then fuck you right here.”
CHAPTER 14
LILA
I’ve never been so turnedon in my life and he has barely touched me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I don’t care. His warning only sounds like a promise. I’m not stopping him. Instead, I reach under my skirt, pull my underwear off, and sweep them aside with my foot.
He gazes up at me with a wicked grin. “Raise your skirt, Delilah. Show me.”
I don’t take orders, especially not from men so why does that turn me on so much? Maybe it’s the way he says it, like there’s nothing more he wants in the world. My mouth dries out as I pull the front up.
He moves slowly, running both hands up my thighs until his thumbs sweep over my lips. “Fucking beautiful.” My breath heats up when he leans in and plants a sucking kiss on my inner thigh then gently brushes his fingertip over my clit. “Look how wet you are for me.”
Before I can say anything, he suddenly scoops me up with his hands under my ass, turns and deposits me on the kitchen counter. “Sutton!”
He pushes me onto my back, pulls my ass to the edge, hooks his arms under my legs, and runs his hot tongue over my clit.“Oh god!” The words fly out of me and my hips flex off the counter. Fucking hell. I almost came instantly.
It doesn’t escape his notice and he looks up at me, his voice thick and husky as he says, “Oh honey, I warned you.”
He did and he meant every word. My hands delve into his hair as his mouth drives me to the edge in minutes. For someone who enjoys taunting me so much, there’s no teasing involved. He knows exactly what he’s doing with those firm relentless swipes of his tongue. The intensity of the orgasm takes me by surprise, and the loud cry that accompanies it seems to come from far away.
When I release the death grip on his hair, he kisses up my stomach, pushing my shirt up as he goes. I ditched the too tight bra I was wearing the second I walked in the door, and he cups my bare breasts, caressing my nipples.
“That was so fucking hot,” he says, and slips his tongue between my lips. If I thought the kiss earlier stunned me, this one is nothing short of mind blowing. His tongue could win a talent contest.
“You need a condom,” I gasp, before I let things get any further.
“Mm hmm, I have one.” He licks into my mouth again with a kiss that makes every inch of my skin light up. “But you owe me one more orgasm before you get my cock.”
His finger presses inside me as he speaks, heading straight to the right spot, and he sucks my nipple between his lips.
I mean, if he insists.
He takes his time, sucking and caressing my breasts before kissing me again. He adds another finger and has me writhing on his hand, desperate to come again. His deep voice cuts through the growing onslaught of sensation. “Where’s that smart mouth now, baby?”
I got nothing. Not one damn thing to say because he’s working my body like it’s his job and I don’t care about anything else.
I’m right on the edge again when he lightens up, keeping me there with the stroke of a fingertip. “Sutton,” I groan, frustration warring with pure need.
“Look at me.”
I force my eyes open and look into his intense gaze. “Is there something you want from me, now?”
I want to kick his ass across the room and back again, but that isn’t what comes out of my mouth. “Make me come. Fuck, Sutton, please make me come.”
With a satisfied grin, he resumes his devastating fingering and plants his mouth over my clit. He sucks soft and steady until I’m grasping his hair like a lifeline and making noises I didn’t know could come from me.
I’m floating, my skin buzzing with fading pleasure. The sound of a condom being unwrapped finally makes me open my eyes. He’s naked, and I sit up in time to see him roll it down his considerable length as I pull my shirt off, then get rid of my skirt. He steps up between my legs and sweeps my sweaty hair back off my shoulders. He’s the perfect height for this.
It pisses me off how much I still want him after two orgasms. “This doesn’t mean I like you.” I lean back on my palms and wrap my legs around his waist.
“Perish the fucking thought.” My eyes fall closed as he works his cock inside me in slow strokes. “You feel so good,” he groans.
