Page 19 of The Tryst

I don’t need a man’s permission to lose it. Nick already wants to fuck me, so why do I need to tell him he’d be the first to do so? It’s my choice.

I weigh the matter for a few seconds as he licks me, until my brain scrambles. And holy hell, my body feels so good I can’t think straight.

Or at all.

Because Nick’s face is buried between my thighs, and he’s eating me like he’s licking a decadent dessert off a spoon. I feel like his treat as he flicks his tongue down, then tantalizingly back up. Circling a hand around my ankle, he lifts my right leg, drapes it over his shoulder.

He does the same to my left leg, then presses a gentle but firm hand to my belly. “Lie back, beautiful,” he says.

I do, but I stop at my elbows, since I’m a visual person, and this image will be scored into my brain forever—Nick, scooping his hands under my ass then tugging me closer to his mouth.

But before he returns to his feast, he rubs his jawline against my inner thigh. One side, then the other.

I moan, shamelessly loud, a sound I’ve never quite made from a vibrator. But I never knew I’d like the roughness of a beard. Never knew I’d want his scruff so much. Or maybe it’s how Nick wields his beard like a secret weapon till I’m arching, gasping his name.

“I’ve got you,” he reassures me, his voice a dirty caress, then his mouth is on me again, kissing and licking.

Tingles spread everywhere.

Soon, I’m parting my legs wider, rocking against his face, gripping his head harder. “Oh god, oh god,” I chant with every stroke of his magic tongue.

I feel everything, everywhere, all at once, then the pleasure coils tight and hot in my belly. “I’m coming,” I call out, and he kisses me voraciously through an orgasm that rattles my body and my mind.

That makes me feel like I’m flying.

I’m shaking, barely aware of what’s happening, but soon, I’m looking up at him. He’s above me, braced on his palms, his lips ludicrously wet, his hazel eyes dark with desire. “You are outrageously sexy, and I want to make you come a million times,” he says in a rough, husky voice.

Who is this man who’s already obsessed with my pleasure? I want to come all night long with him.

“I’m in,” I say, and there’s my answer to my dilemma.

Maybe it’s the orgasm drug. Or maybe it’s the way he stares at me with naked desire, but whatever it is, I’m unlocked. I don’t need him to know I’m a virgin for his permission. Iwanthim to know so he can make sex better…for me.

Andfor us.

So I play with him again, like I did earlier today. “How did you picture it?” I ask. When his eyes flicker with question marks, I keep going. “Fucking me. When you were onstage, how did you think about fucking me?”

He sits up, kneeling between my still-spread thighs. He reaches for the top button of his shirt, undoes it. “Many ways. But mostly I kept thinking how beautiful you’d look riding my cock.”

Yes, please.

“I want that,” I say, sitting up too, undoing another button for him, then nudging closer to opening the treasure map. “But can you go easy on me at first?”

He lifts a brow in question but nods emphatically. “Of course.”

He’d better not run away, but if he does, he was never the right man. “I’ve never come through sex either,” I say. Then, since he likes when I flirt, I whisper against his lips. “But I bet you can make me come for the first time.” I pause for dramatic effect, letting the words take shape and weigh on my tongue before I add, “And formyfirst time.”

The map is open before him.

He stills. For several long seconds that make me tense. Then he pulls back, regards me curiously. “Are you sure, Lola?”

What a relief. I’d half expected him to run for the hills. “Yes.”

Nick gestures from me to him. “You know what this is?”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t worry—I won’t be hopping on a transatlantic flight to surprise you at your flat in Knightsbridge next week.”

He laughs, liketouché. “I just want to make sure you don’t have any other expectations…since the ocean is really big.”

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