Page 20 of The Lies You Love
Pressing my lips into a thin line, I can’t stop it. The laugh comes, and it’s throaty and rich.
A smile picks up at one corner of her mouth. “What’s so funny?”
I inhale deeply. “I don’t think anyone has ever been obsessed with my dick.”
She looks at the floor. “Oh, they have, and your mouth, but they just didn’t tell you. Be sure of that, buddy.”
I chuckle again, but this time, I let my hands glide down her arms and encircle her wrists. “My mouth, huh? Funny thing is, I can’t stop staring at your mouth. Does that mean I’m obsessed with it?”
I back her up to the wall, slowly, one step at a time to make sure she doesn’t stumble. Her gaze is all mine, and I don’t blink, I don’t even breathe until her back is against the wall, and I have her hands pinned above her head with one of mine. With my free one, I untie the trench coat and let my eyes take in her body. She has on a tiny thong and a lace, see-through bra.
“Fuck,” I say, unable to keep any form of composure. Auden wets her lips, and a hint of a smile plays on the corner of her mouth. “I want to kiss you.”
“Kiss me, then. As long as you don’t stop at my lips.”
Forcefully, I press my lips against hers, softly opening them with my tongue. She’s warm and even though I can taste the remnants of her tears, I also sample her hunger. Her desire is so all-encompassing that my dick throbs to maximum hardness. I get lost in the hunger of the kiss, letting my brain form a plan for every which way I’ll fuck her. I want her every way, and it won’t be enough. I pull away, and she squirms in my hold, but I don’t release her, not yet.
“You want that dick you’re so obsessed with?”
She nods, her forehead pressed against mine. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.”
I blow out a breath, shaking my head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“No, Beck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Tracing her lips with my tongue, I kiss her ruthlessly once more and let her hands go when she moans into my mouth. “You’re going to get what you want in life,” I tell her. “You deserve it.”
Her eyes tilt down on the sides, and I wonder what she’s thinking, but not with enough concern to stop kissing her. Her trench coat slides off her back and hits the floor, and I bring my lips against the hollow of her neck. “I hope you’re right,” she says, breathing rapidly as I trace my tongue around the shell of her ear. “Right now, I just want you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I hit my knees in front of her, and pull my t-shirt off with one hand, then grabbing the sides of her panties, I slide them down her legs. She steps out of them gracefully as I wrap one of her legs over my shoulder so I can eat her out. As soon as my mouth hits wet flesh, her hips buck against me, and she braces her body against the wall to give me wider access. With her hands in my hair, I devour her, licking her clit up and down while I slip two fingers inside her to stroke her G-spot. Her scent hits me like a ton of bricks. All of the orgasms from last night and the soft mewls when she was exhausted but still wanted to come all over my cock came flooding back. The cum on her stomach and ass when I spent myself the final time, and the fucking hollow pit in my stomach when I woke up to her being gone.
Auden takes my head firmly in her grasp as her orgasm hits, her wet cunt gripping my fingers and her scream echoing in the small space. It’s tortured and agonizingly blissful. Her face is pink, and her lips are wet—her face serene, unlike several minutes ago. Her pussy throbs and I don’t release her clit. I continue my slow, sucking assault, hoping to drain her of another. She fucks my face, greedy for my fingers, hungry for my cock to fill her when the harmonizing chime of my doorbell echoes through the small speaker in the hallway.
Her pliant, warm body stills in my grasp. “Who the hell is that?”
I kiss her slit and give one final suck of her clit to make her whimper before I stand. “I’m an asshole for leaving you like this, but I need to see who the hell is at my door. I’m not expecting anyone.” Ronan and Tess would be long gone by now, but any of my friends would have called first. “Get in bed, I’m not finished with you yet.”
Her body language tells me she wants to argue.
“That’s a fucking order, little lady.”
Her smile picks up, and she brushes past me, slips off her sneakers, and hops into my bed.
She takes the sheets into her hands and inhales. “These are clean.”
“Yeah, I washed them,” I say, grinning. “They were sex-soaked from a good time.”
I adjust my hard-on on the way to the door and peer through the peephole. Fuck. I forgot. “Griffin,” I mutter, yanking open the door.
He raises one brow when he sees me without a shirt. “You almost ready to go?”
Griffin waltzes in and heads straight for the bar cart. “We were gonna do dinner before the strip club, but if you’re not ready, we can order in,” he says, mindlessly pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He’s speaking so loudly I know that Auden heard what my plans were tonight. I made a deal with him. If he took Ramsey off my hands at the restaurant earlier, I’d go to the strip club with him.
I palm the sides of my head. “You’re going to kill me, but can we raincheck?”
“A deal is a deal, my friend. Plus, what else are you doing tonight? Pressing plans?”
