Page 9 of Their Little Sugar Plum
Is Mr. Clark happy with what he sees? Am I pretty enough? He said he shouldn’t want to see more. I hope he doesn’t regret his decision to take part in this.
I soon lose track of looking good for Mr. Clark, though. I know I look good for Jonah, and by now the pleasure and that insistent thrumming is so powerful, I don’t care how I look. I don’t care what they think of me. All I know is I’m close to coming, because of that perfectly slick slide of my fingers over my clit.
“Are you close, pet?” Jonah’s voice fades into my awareness.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.” His tone is reverent, hushed. “Ask Mr. Clark if you can suck his fingers while you come.”
I force my gaze to Mr. Clark’s face. His eyes are dark, dark brown. Almost black.
“Pet…” Jonah’s voice holds warning.
I’m so embarrassed, so turned on, I think I’m going to explode into a million gumdrops of pleasure. “Mr. Clark, may I suck on your fingers while I come?”
Like a bored king allowing a peasant to kiss his ring, Mr. Clark extends his hand. I lick his fingertips, tasting him. Salty but clean. I suck two of his fingers into my mouth.
He groans, his eyes closing momentarily.
So I am affecting him.
The thought gives me courage and a new infusion of lust.
I rub my fingertips back and forth on my clit before thrusting them in and out of my pussy. Then back to my clit.
“Jonah, may I taste her fingers?” Mr. Clark sounds bored, but I don’t think he is—not at all.
“Yes. Let Mr. Clark have a taste, Mikayla.”
I don’t want to stop what I’m doing.
“You shouldn’t pout, young lady,” Mr. Clark says.
I can’t respond because his fingers are still in my mouth. Thirty more seconds and I would’ve been coming. But the way he calls me young lady has my pout disappearing. He sounds so sexy and stern.
I hold out my hand. Mr. Clark grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to his lips. He inhales deeply before flicking his tongue out to taste.
I gasp at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue over my skin. Then he pulls two of my fingers into his mouth. We’re sucking on each other’s fingers. His eyes never leave mine as he licks and sucks at me.
I feel it between my legs.
Mr. Clark’s smile is wicked when he takes my fingers from his mouth. “Sweet like a sugar plum.”
When he releases my wrist, I hesitate.
Mr. Clark nods toward my lap. “Get back to it.”
I whimper and comply. The seat is wet beneath me. A part of me loves making this mess, even while another part of me is humiliated at just how aroused I am, at what they’re making me do.
But I love every second.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jonah’s voice comes through the phone.
I make an mm-hmm sound around Mr. Clark’s fingers. My pussy clenches around my fingers as I slide them back and forth. The heel of my hand rubs against my swollen clit.
“Go ahead, little sugar plum.” Jonah’s order is loud and clear. “Come for us.”
There’s nothing to do except obey. I cry out as unbelievable pleasure washes through me, my body bowing from the strength of it.
