Page 36 of Nothing to You
“We’ve never agreed on anything.”
“Then we’ve got to keep sparring, don’t you want to know who comes out on top?”
Her hands drifted down to his body.“I want a raise.”
“You get one after I get one.”
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his tee-shirt.As he straightened her leg over his lap, slanting her back, she yanked his shirt over his head.
He swooped as though to kiss her, but she dropped onto her elbows.“Ah ah,” she scolded, wagging a finger at him before picking up his hand to guide it to the zipper on her pants.
Smiling, it was clear he relished drawing it down and taking her panties off right along with the pants that disappeared over the back of the couch.
“You prepped for me,” he said, smoothing his fingers down the crease of her leg to her smooth folds beneath.
“I prepped for me, Boy Scout,” she said.“You have to pass the audition before your cock gets its part.”The searing heat in his gaze sped her heart as the huff of his shallowing breaths fogged her body.“Your cock want the part, baby?”
“Oh, he does.I’m not worried.”And as the length of his finger slid against her clit, he curled the tip just to circle her entrance, and drew it back.Up and down, just like that in long, slow, strokes that tightened some muscles and loosened others.“Damn wet already, baby.She’s so happy to come out and play.”
“You know what will make her wetter?Happier?So much more grateful?”On a sigh, she sank onto her back and raised her hips, undulating with his caress.“Your tongue, Boy Scout.”
“If it feels good…” he grumbled, the warmth of his mouth a whisper from her pubis.
“It’s allowed,” she exhaled because what other choice did she have?
He kissed her there and ran the stubble on his jaw down the curve of her body.Shit.Had she told him she liked that?The rasp of that rough hair on her most sensitive corner.He shifted.She heard it but, with her eyes closed, didn’t see the new position.She let him raise her leg over his shoulder and breathed out in bliss when he kissed her inner thigh, taking his time in crossing the other and skipping her clit.
That didn’t matter.
If he hadn’t learned it already, she wasn’t shy.He was an added extra, not a necessity.
Raising her knee, the sole of her foot skimmed up his shoulder blade.Her fingers sank into his hair, enjoying the sensation of his soft locks in contrast to the shadow on his jaw.But that wasn’t her only pleasure.Her other fingertips descended her abdomen and touched her clit.Rubbing herself in gentle circles, the flood of her juices sped her widening caress.But he kissed her nails and forced his tongue between them, riding the motion of her hand with his own tease.
“Mmmm…” she groaned.
The motion of her body worked against the delight of his mouth.His tongue retreated, slid lower, and thrust into her.On a gasp, she arched, forcing his mouth so close his teeth rasped her flesh.
“Easy, babygirl.”
“No,” she whined, her fingers working faster.“I’m close.Oh, fuck I’m—”
“You’ll go when I say,” he commanded, snatching her hand away, pinning it on the couch as he drew her clit between his lips.“I’m in charge here.You want me in charge.”
“I want you working for me.You get me off or I’ll go downstairs and—oh!”
When he plunged two fingers into her and pulled them back, she hummed in the pleasure he gave.
Mimicking her hum, he sank his mouth against her clit, warming it with the vibration.“Like that, baby?”
“Mmm,” she moaned, clenching her fingers in his hair.“Shit, Xavie—”
“I know, you like it.You love it, baby.”His tongue lengthened its strokes, almost mocking in how it played with her.She growled.“Temper, baby.”
The laugh in that tone was enough to snap her.
Shoving her foot into his shoulder, she forced him away.“I’ll go and find myself a real man.A man—”
He snagged her wrist and whipped her onto her back before she could fully rise from the couch.
