Page 11 of Puck Me Twice Over

“Beautiful, Flick.” The tip of his tongue traced my lower lip and I sighed. “Will you let me reward you? Don’t move. Just, for a moment.”

“Mhmm,” I sighed comfortably when his lips settled gently on mine again. Everything in his was sweet and controlled. I dissolved into bliss, letting my eyes close, my hands folded in one of his larger ones.

And his other⁠—

A single flinger tip flicked over my clit. Lightning shot through me and I gasped pleasure against his mouth.

“K-Knox,” I stuttered. Confusion blurred the world before me as he drew back far enough that I read the satisfaction glitter in his dark eyes. “You⁠—”

“Don’t. Move,” he instructed. The tip of his tongue darted against my lips.

Once, then again. Up, and down, matching the lighted flick of his fingers against my clit. I opened my mouth and his tongue touched mine. Pure bolts of pleasure polled between my legs, bare where his shirt hitched around my waist from where I’d moved while we kissed.

His tongue toyed with the tip of mine, then my lips in the same rhythm that he stroked between my legs. Barely touching me, just the same way. Up and down, up and down. Like he was⁠—

Licking me.

But my mouth, not my pussy.

Bliss hit me, pulsing through the tight bud he teased. I cried out as I came at the realization of what Knox simulated, the depravity of the act. A feral noise tore from his chest a second before his mouth crashed over mine. His tongue surged between my lips, plunging deep the way I remembered him kissing as I drenched his hands and my thighs and his sheets.

“So fucking beautiful.” His mouth grazed mine once more.

I stared up at him through a haze of reflected lights and deepening darkness that shrouded the world around us. My world flickered at the edges as he arched over me. Our bodies never touched as I breathed long and slow and deep, and my legs spread for him.

“Please.”

His mouth grazed the air above mine. “Sleep, Felicity. I’ll remind you who we are in the morning. Sleep.” A final, sweet kiss coasted over my lips, and Knox was gone.

I closed my eyes and pretended he was still in the bed with me, not half a room away from me as the sheets grew cold, though between my legs ached and wept.

Warmth engulfed me, wrapping me in a cocoon of bliss. No, not all of me, just… between my legs. I moaned and tossed my head to the side, trying to roll over, but the lightest touch kept me spread open.

I lifted my head and stared down at Knox’s dark, tousled hair between my legs. Like last night, only his tongue touched me in controlled laps. Gasps and moans fell from my lips as I writhed on his mattress, but Knox wouldn’t let me move. His fingertips were insistent, gently brushing my thighs to remind me to stay spread wide open for him, then backing away so the only contact with his tongue was on my cunt.

A shuddering breath left me as I came softly, scrunching his sheets in my fists.

“That’s one, Flick,” he murmured. “Another, before I leave you for the day?”

My knees trembled as I tried to lift them, but I had no strength. How long had he been going since before I awoke? Heat gushed from my pussy as he worked me, a reminder that this man knew every secret I had and that from him I’d never been able to hide.

“These are the rules. Everyone scatters. Knox and I find you. Ready?” Celeste tossed her hair over her shoulder and gazed around the circle of semi willing participants in her party game.

She was the popular girl and he was the boy everyone wanted. Her gaze lingered on Lochlan, while Knox only watched me instead of the cache of cheer girls who fluttered and bounced for him.

“And…go!”

Everyone scattered. Finals exhausted us all but alcohol and the promise of hidden corners and quiet shadows had everyone pairing off. Celeste didn’t care and I backed up as fast as Knox stalked me.

“One,” he said softly, his gaze locked on mine. “Are you going to walk, Felicity? Because I promise you that I won’t.”

I shook my head. “I’m not scared.”

“Aren’t you? Two.” He took another step closer. Reached for me.

I giggled, darting sideways, out of the arm’s length of his swipe. “Missed.”

“Did I?” He held up the ribbon he had pulled from my hair. Chestnut curls tumbled over my shoulders in an untamed mass. I hated my hair but Knox’s pupils dilated as he strode forward. “Three. Fucking run, Flick. Now.”