Page 39 of Tainted Rose

Scarlett

My turn? Hell yes. Xander has my wrists pinned above my head with one big hand, and once he gets his fill of my mouth, his lips coast over my torso, kissing here and there, stopping to lick and suck my nipples back into tight buds.

“You’re so damn sweet. I could do this all night. Taste your skin. Make you squirm around on the bed. What do you think about that?”

My breath stutters out of me as his tongue flicks at my nipple again. “I’ll take it. Even if this is all you did all night.”

He smiles at me, eyes half-hooded, as he glides his tongue over my nipple. “Are you sure this is all you want?” His rough hand slides along my skin before his fingertips graze over my panties and down between my legs, finding my clit. “I could touch you here, too, maybe.” He slowly rubs his fingers in circles, watching my reaction.

“Ye-yes.” I swallow, need pulsing in my core. My pelvis grinds against his hand of its own volition.

Xander tucks his head down next to mine and sucks the skin of my neck into his mouth. He bites and then licks, soothing the sting, as his fingers slide inside my panties. My legs automatically widen for him, needing his touch. He teases me, his fingertips slipping through my wetness, parting my folds, tracing around and around my entrance. At the same time, he kisses me slowly, his tongue rubbing against mine.

I throw my head back against the pillow, moaning loudly. “Oh God, oh fuck. Keep doing that,” I hiss, trying to keep my voice down as I hear some movement in my aunt and uncle’s room.

My face reddens with the reminder that they are right in the other bedroom—barely ten feet away, really. They’d been on the other side of the wall while I sucked Xander’s dick. He’s got me so wound up that not only have I forgotten where I am and who is nearby but I’ve almost forgotten my own name. I’m a quivering, needy mess, captivated by Xander’s touch, unable to think of anything but how good he’s making me feel.

He pushes two fingers deep inside me while his thumb boldly strokes my clit. His mouth comes down on my nipple again, and I detonate as I ride his fingers. Waves of pleasure—so intense I fear they might ruin me—crash down, and I cry out his name.

Sounds of movement come from the other room, then soft footsteps outside my door. Oh, crap! I roll quickly to turn off the light on the nightstand, and as I roll back, Xander throws the comforter over both of us, leaving only my head peeking out above the covers on my pillow. He’s half-lying on my stomach as he scoots downward. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing whoever it is to go back to their room.

A light tap sounds at the door, then it’s quiet for a few seconds while I die inside.

Oh my God, please, please don’t open the door.My heart pounds frantically, and I wait unmoving.

Xander, on the other hand, slides further down, taking my panties off as he goes. My chest clenches. His face hovers so close to where I want him so badly, but I’m terrified that door’s about to fly open and catch us in the act. My fingers grasp a handful of his hair, warning him not to move.

“Scarlett?” My aunt’s voice is whisper-soft outside my door.

Warm breath coasts over my sex, and my body pulses with need. With desire.

A very wet tongue flattens and licks slowly over my already sensitive skin from back to front. Lips close over my clit. Oh God. I shudder, letting out a little sound from the back of my throat.

“Are you okay in there, sweetie?”

Xander lashes at my clit with his tongue, and my back bows up off the bed.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.No, I’m not okay. I’m in a hypersensitive state already, and Xander is down there touching me in ways that make me unable to think straight. And I’m desperate for him to use his tongue in every filthy way he can think of.

I spread my legs open wider, encouraging him, and he really gets into it, lapping at me like a cat devours cream. His tongue sweeps inside me. A strangled sound rasps up out of my throat as I grab and clench the sheets in both of my fists.

I swallow hard before I squeak out, “I’m fine. Just a little restless.”

His teeth scrape over my clit, and I buck against his face.

“Ahh, I’m trying to go back to sleep.”

Fuck.I grip his hair again, this time with both hands.

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything.”

His tongue is everywhere again. Oh my God. I think I’m coming apart, like he’s tearing me open at the seams and putting himself inside before he stitches me back up again.

He flicks at my clit. My brain turns to mush as a shimmering sensation starts to slide through my body, and my vision tunnels. I’m right there. Right on the edge. Oh, Jesus. This is so wrong. He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and—

“Scarlett?”

“Ye-yep. I will.” I’m coming. I’m coming. Dirty heat whips through my body, wave after wave of it sending me under as her footsteps pad back to her room and the door clicks shut behind her. I go limp.

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