Page 4 of The One Who Won’t Get Away
The first contact was featherlight.He just breathed, lips parted against my core, making me hyperaware of his every exhale.When his tongue pressed in, it was all I could do not to grind against him immediately.He licked me slowly, patiently, teasing until my thighs ached.I rocked my hips, just a little—testing, not yielding.He responded by pulling me down harder.
Both of us caught the rhythm at once, creating sparks of pleasure strong enough to kill a lesser person.
I rolled my hips and Nick groaned into me, hands flexing their grip, like he was trying to memorize every inch of skin.My balance slipped for half a second—just enough for him to break contact and look up at me, his jaw slick and his eyes dark.
“More,” I told him, breathless.
He grinned, then his tongue dragged wide and flat where I was most desperate, so deliberate I wanted to scream at him for being too slow.I braced myself, twisting a fistful of his hair for leverage, but he just kept going until my hand trembled and my thighs locked up.The world tunneled down to the pressure of his mouth, the scrape of teeth, the stubble burn on my inner thigh.
I nearly lost my grip, panting so hard I sounded like I’d run a marathon.
Fuuuuuck, the way he sucked my clit into his mouth...
I let my whole weight go.He took all of it, unflinching, and devoured me until my hips buckled once, twice—god.Pleasure exploded through me, tore my world into millions of blinding lights.
I almost collapsed off him, but Nick caught me with those gorilla arms, rolling me onto the mattress like a priceless vase.He grinned at me but didn’t even try to push for his own fun, just held my bare thigh and waited.
“You okay?”he asked, thumbing a red splotch on my hip where his fingers had dug in, almost like he cared that he had marked me.
“Give me...a second...”I gasped.
He’d want me to return the favor, of course, and maybe I didn’t mind it so much with him.I...Oh hell, I kinda wanted to kiss him first.
So, I did — all teeth and tongue, tasting myself and whatever clean, shadowy flavor he carried.His stubble scraped against my chin, but I didn’t care.This right here was what I needed to forget about everything my life was or could’ve been.With this one kiss, all my ghosts vanished.
I nipped his lip, then moved lower, licked the sweat from his neck, chasing the salt down to his chest, down the cable of rigid abdominals, and finally his cock.He’d better not try shoving it down my throat.There was no way I could take it.
My tongue circled the head first, tasting the bead of precum before I took it in my mouth.
Sometimes with men, there’s a desperation in it—a tightness in how they guide my head.Nick just let go.He lay back, let me climb over him, so my ass was in his face.He only reached down to pull my hair from my face and held it in place, not pulling but keeping it on my back.His free hand caressed my butt, and his thumb grazed my clit.
It’s possible I was showing off.A little.I couldn’t help it — he made me want to be better.I took him into my mouth, slowly, then faster, then slow again, searching for the hitch that would tell me how he liked it.There it was—a shudder in his leg, the smallest grunt.I squeezed him between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, just to see if I could actually make this man lose control.
I could.He shuddered hard, the pulse in his thighs going wild, and I felt a savage little curl of satisfaction.
He lost it, but not the way I thought he would.He hauled me higher until my core was over his face and attacked me with that devilish tongue.
