Page 96 of Mr. Hook-up

“I don’t think this is a crazy idea at all.” My hands dropped from the wall, and I lowered to the bottom of her dress, kneeling on the floor. “Besides, there are no cameras in here. They’re only outside the elevators on each floor.” I glanced underneath the hem, seeing a pair of lace panties. “We’re safe-ish.”

“Easton, I don’t know—”

“Fifteen minutes, Drake.Ticktock... remember.” I smiled before I ducked my face under the dress.

I placed my nose on the lace, right over her clit, and inhaled her.

That fucking smell.

I couldn’t get enough.

Ever.

“Oh shit,” she moaned, quivering.

I rubbed my nose up and down the thin material before I slipped the fabric to the side and licked from the lowest point of her all the way to the highest.

There would be no teasing in this elevator.

No waiting.

No punishing by drawing out her orgasm.

Drake needed one thing from me, and I was going to give it to her.

I pointed my tongue and focused on the top of her clit, swiping it back and forth while I used two fingers to spread the wetness down to her opening. I made sure to coat those same fingers as I prepped her, gradually inserting just enough that she knew where I was going, and then went as high as my knuckles.

Her hand found my head, the dress between us stopping her from pulling my hair—or even seeing me—but she still pushed against me. “My God, that feels good.”

I knew what she liked: that two-finger combination, twisting while I moved into her, pulling straight out. After several plunges, I tilted my wrist so the ends of my fingers reached her G-spot.

“Ohhh!”

I knew that would speed up this process.

But that wasn’t my intention.

I just wanted her to feel as good as possible.

And as she moaned, “Easton,yesss,” I knew she was.

Her hips began to move, her legs tightening.

Sometimes, it took only licking, giving her enough pressure, moving my tongue horizontally across her. But there was another mix that had been making her wild recently: when I sucked her clit, holding the back of it with my teeth and rubbing the end with my tongue.

So I did.

And immediately she started to buck.

“Fuck! Yes!” she cried. “Oh shit!”

She was seconds away. I knew by the way she was hardening. How her body was rocking. How her palm ground over my head, her legs even shaking.

My fingers pushed deeper, turning, circling within her, my tongue moving faster as my teeth gently bared down on her clit.

Her wetness was covering me.

My mouth.

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