Page 33 of Seeking Two Lovers

The bed cradled my back before I could blink.

Scott stood over me, looming in the dim city lights filtering through the hushed room. His tie fell to the floor, and with every flick of a button down his dress shirt, my pulse picked up pace. He moved unhurriedly, slowly uncovering smooth skin, a lithe swimmer’s torso with bitable pecs and ripped abs.

“Oh God,” I moaned at the sight, sure I’d died and gone to heaven.

He slid his slacks and briefs down in one shove, and I gulped.

“Yes.” Like a breathless whore, I stared at his hard dick. Perfect length. Perfect girth. I couldn’t wait to feel the stretch, the fullness of him inside me. My fingers twitched to touch as drool flooded my mouth for a taste of his salty pre-cum.

Scott chuckled while pulling a condom from his wallet before tossing the first beside me, the second to the floor where his pants lay. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the bed’s edge, hands rising beneath my skirt until he bunched it at my waist.

“Red.” He huffed a chuckle at what covered my soaked pussy. “Goddamn, Lily.”

“You like?” I fingered the edge of the dark red panties I’d decided to wear for him—because I’d chosen too, not because he’d demanded it.

“Fuck yeah.” He dropped to his knees and leaned in close, filling his lungs with a noisy inhale. “The scent of you is making my mouth water.”

A shudder ripped through my core as he pressed a kiss atop my clit. “Mmm.” His chest rumbled.

My legs splayed open, and I grabbed hold of that luscious hair again, biting my tongue to keep from begging him to kiss my aching core.

“Needy little girl,” he murmured as though reading my mind, running his nose over my panties from clit to ass and back up again. “Soaked through for my cock.”

“Scott…”

He licked over the lace, his tongue nothing more than a tease.

“Scott,” I whined again, thrusting my hips up toward his mouth. “Please.”

Sliding a fingertip along the edge of my panties, he lifted his head, peering at me from between my thighs with pale eyes full of fire.

I expected dirty words, filthy talk from how he’d teased online, but the second he bared my pussy to the air, he leaned in, his lips closing over my clit in a suckling kiss.

My hips bucked, gaze ensnared by his as his tongue flicked over my sensitive nub. “Oh…holy fuck, Scott. Shit.”

He lapped and kissed again. “So fucking sweet.” His growly tone hardened my nipples to tight points. “I could eat this pussy for hours.”

Dead.

Fucking dead.

That rumbled voice, the words…

I humped up against his face, moaning like the dick-needy whore I was. “Give me your fingers,” I demanded in my lust after torturous minutes of him making out with my clit like it was my tongue.

Two slid in before I could inhale, and my breath caught.

Right there—what man knew how to crook his fingers on the first stroke and land a woman in the lap of euphoria?

“Be a good little girl and soak my hand,” he murmured against my clit and nibbled.

My body contracted, curled inward as his demand rushed over me. Climax waves rolled through me—erasing all thoughts from my mind other than holyfuckingshityes. My pussy clenched around his fingers, his hot tongue flicking at my clit to keep me falling. His hums and groans fed my body’s frenzy until my release left me lax, empty of energy.

I lay like a rag doll, whimpering and gasping for oxygen as he lapped at my cum with lewd slurping noises.

Wrecked…by mere fingers and a tongue worthy of a gold medal.

“Fuck, Lily.” He sat back and wiped his hand across his wet mouth before he grabbed the condom and sheathed up. “Flip,” he commanded, and I lazed over like a limp noodle, too buzzed to give his bossy ass any shit.

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