Page 33 of Throwing the Curve

“Where did you want me to touch you?” he asked. “Here?” He nipped the side of her neck and she shivered. “Or maybe here?” He bent down and sucked her nipple, pressing it against the roof of his mouth. The mixture of pleasure with the slight bite of pain made her back arch off the bed. “Or what about here?” he whispered as he swiped his finger against her clit. “Jesus, you’re soaked,” he said.

He brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”

“You thought about what I’d taste like?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah.” He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing at her belly button. “What you’d feel like coming against my face. How I’d have to hold you down to force you to take more than you thought you could handle. Your pussy coating my beard. Fuck yeah, I imagined it,” he growled.

His dirty talk arrowed directly to her core. God, she wanted that more than her next breath. “Show me.”

“Ask nicely,” he mocked.

Peyton narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. Damn him. That sexy look on his face promised he’d make it worth her while, but why did he have to ask that little bit extra of her? She wasn’t sure she could do what he wanted.

“Just do it already.”

Ryan blew a breath against her inner thigh, and she shifted to bring him closer. “Ask nicely,” he said again. His hot breath teasing her, demanding she do what he told her.

“Come on, Ryan,” she whined.

“You want me to fuck your pretty little pussy with my tongue, Peyton. You’re going to have to ask.”

“Fine,” she growled. “Please.”

“Please what?” He blew a slow, hot breath directly on her clit, and she let go of the headboard and gripped the back of his head without even thinking.

“Uh, uh, uh.” Ryan sat up and put her hand back on the slat of the headboard. “Hands stay here.”

“Well, if you would stop teasing me, I wouldn’t need to move my hands.”

Ryan pressed his mouth against her ear. “Honey, if you’d give in and tell me what you want, I’ll make you forget you even have hands.”

Peyton swallowed. Wow! A shiver ran down her body, making her clit pulse like it had a heartbeat of its own. “Fine, Ryan, will you please just lick me?”

“Where?” he whispered. His hot breath made her shiver as it hit a delicious nerve ending in her neck.

“You know where,” she complained.

“I want to hear you say it?”

“Fine, my clit,” she grumbled.

He flicked his finger against her clit. “Your clit?” Moving his finger through her lips, he spread her moisture around before pressing his finger deep inside her. “Or your entire pussy?”

“Both,” she moaned as he moved his finger back and forth inside her.

“Come on Peyton, talk dirty to me.”

“Just because I don’t talk dirty doesn’t mean I can’t be dirty, Ryan.” His cock twitched against her hip and she smiled.

“Is that right? How dirty are we talking?” He bit down on that spot on her neck she loved so much. How had he already figured out so many of her buttons and they’d just gotten started?

The way he kept biting her neck, she knew she’d have a mark tomorrow and she couldn’t care less. If anything, she wanted him to do it more.

“If you let me take my hands down, I’d show you.”

Ryan pushed back and smiled down at her. “Not a chance. But next time I’ll be all over telling you what you can do to me.”

At the thought of Ryan directing what she did to him, her nipples pulled tighter. He winked at her. “Seems like we both like that idea.” He pressed a kiss against her lips. “I’ll go easy on you this time. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll make a dirty talker out of you yet.”

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