Page 25 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

Oh my god, I agreed.

Suddenly, I’m on my back, staring into emerald eyes, but only the edges have the same bright color. His dilated pupils now look like volcanic ash. He smiles before he shuffles to the end of the bed, slides his palms under my thighs, and pulls me to the edge of the mattress.

He takes one of my feet, bending my leg at the knee as he places it on the end of the bed and then repeating with the other, until I’m splayed open in front of him.

He looks starved as he stares at my pussy. He places the tip of a finger at my entrance and rims the opening. “Do you play with yourself like this?”

“I touch my clit.” My voice is raspy as I silently beg him to touch me where I need him to.

“Show me how filthy you are,” he says. Now I’m getting wetter not only from his dirty mouth but because he lowers his face and his breath is hot against my thigh as he speaks.

I obviously don’t act quick enough, and he slaps my pussy. I moan as wetness gathers where he slapped.

I reach down and my fingertip takes some of my wetness before I stroke my clit.

“That’s it, princess. Look at me as you do it,” he murmurs.

I rest my other elbow against the bed and look at him between my legs. His hands push against my thighs, holding me open as he looks at my hand between my legs. His tongue probes from his mouth and just when I think he is going to lick his lips, he lowers and sweeps it over my pussy. My core clenches and I try to close my legs. It’s a strange sensation and one I’ve never encountered.

“Beau,” I cry.

His hands tighten on my thighs, pinning me open, his tongue circling over my finger as it rubs my clit. One of his hands pushes under my ass, his finger sliding against my puckered hole. The thumb of his other hand grazes inside my pussy. His finger and thumb rotating against both holes.

“Does that feel good, princess?”

Wetness is pooling. The noises I make are obscene and it should mortify me, but this is too good to worry about right now. I groan and nod.

The tip of his thumb moves inside of me, deeper, getting me ready by stretching me. His tongue joins his thumb, and a deep whine falls from my mouth. Beau chuckles as his tongue slides to my clit.

I’m going to come.

My clit is pulsating, my body is shaking and I’m whimpering little noises that sound like I’m in pain. But this is not pain, this is luxurious lust.

And I’m going to explode.

“You’re not such a good girl.” His tongue slides along my slit as his finger and thumb pinch at my clit. “You love this, don’t you?”

I do, and I wish he would stop talking and get on with it. But I answer, “I don’t want to be a good girl.”

He removes his thumb and slides a finger inside of me, holding for a moment, and I pant, waiting for my pussy to stop clenching. He glides his finger back out and in again, over and over.

My toes curl.

My pussy feels full and I look down to see two fingers sliding out of me and back in again. “You are so fucking tight, I can’t wait to have my cock inside you.” His voice is coarse. “You feel so good.” He curls his fingers inside me, touching somewhere different.

“Oh my god,” I whimper.

“When you’re ready for me, I’m going to fuck you so hard, Erin.” He’s stroking his fingers in and out.

I’m ready.

“You need to call my name,” he says.

“What?”

He stretches his hand so his thumb strokes over my clit. Two fingers slide back inside me, and out and in, he curves them again.

He goes from sucking my clit to kissing around my pussy, and I want to beg him to let me come. My hands dig into his hair, and when he focuses his mouth on my clit, sucking harder, faster, black dots flash in front of my eyes.

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