Page 37 of Evil Boys

Jason? I thought he said he went to shower.

Arousal builds and builds in my body as he swivels his tongue around my clit, leaving me wet and breathless, and fuck me, I’ve never been licked like this before. That, or I’m too drunk from the wine to care. But I didn’t have that many glasses, right? Or maybe they just hit harder than I assumed they would.

I rub my forehead to try to make sense of things, but the relentless assault on my senses overcomes me.

When I look between my legs, there’s a guy … licking me.

And he’s wearing a mask.

I instantly squeeze my legs together, but fingernails dig into my skin.

“Stay.”

The voice is possessive and over-the-top demanding.

Jason’s never used that kind of voice before.

But good God, I have never heard anything more attractive.

Is he pretending to be bossy now?

I lie back and enjoy the feeling because I wouldn’t be able to move even if I wanted to. It’s as if he took my comment about being more aggressive very literally. I like it.

His tongue swivels back and forth across my most sensitive spot while his hands make sure I don’t move an inch.

“Oh God …” I murmur. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

He grins against my skin. Arrogant fucker.

“Is this your way of making up?” I muse, writhing away on the bed. “Because you know I like it rough.”

“Do you now?”

Hmm … why is his voice so much deeper than before? Did he drink too much too? Or does he always sound like that, and are my ears just fucked from the loud music at the party?

I groan, pushing the thoughts away. As long as his tongue continues doing that. I’m too drunk to care.

Good God, I would’ve jumped his bones much sooner if I knew he could lick like this.

His mouth is rugged and buried between my legs, tongue expertly diving in.

“Oh yes, do it like that,” I mewl.

“You like that?” he asks.

Again, that low voice. God, I must really be drunk. Drunk on this fucking lust coursing through my veins, yeah, because if he keeps going like this, I’m going to come. Maybe even scream. And I rarely come when Jason does it instead of me and my toys. But fuck me, the way he’s using his tongue tonight might just do it.

My pussy zings with need, just like earlier when that knife thrust inside.

My eyes burst open, and I force the image to disappear from my mind.

I have to stop thinking about that asshole and focus on the here and now. Maybe his licking can replace the memory.

As he drives his tongue inside, I gasp. “F-fuck.” My voice is high pitched, unlike usual, and I almost feel embarrassed, but this feels so fucking good.

His tongue bores into me with a frenzy I’ve never felt before. He twists his tongue around and around my swollen nub until I’m so aroused I begin to squirm and scrunch up the blanket underneath me.

“Oh, I was so mad at you before, but not anymore,” I murmur. “Is this why you went to shower? I thought you were jerking off in there.”

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