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She moans. “Argh! That’s so fucking hot.”
I grin, reaching one hand up to twist her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Come for me. Let me drink in your pleasure.”
“Yes.” The raspy whispered word falls from her lips as I capture her clit with my swirling tongue.
Her hips lift when I suck harder, and she’s bucking beneath me.
Her hand is digging into my scalp, holding my face against her as her orgasm is squeezed from her channel coating my tongue, mouth, and chin.
Aye, that was fucking hot.
Chapter eight
Freya
“Rusinan I pylsuendanum,” I shout, forgetting to use English words.
“And what exactly does that mean?” Rory grins at me as he scrubs a hand across his mouth and jaw. It’s embarrassingly wet.
I laugh. “I’m not sure you’re going to like the literal English translation because it sounds a bit weird.”
“You forget I’m Scottish. We have our fair share of unusual sayings.”
“Okay. It means ‘the raisin at the end of the hot dog.’”
He roars with laughter. His forehead dropping down to rest on my thigh, inches from my bare, still-wet lady bits. Somewhere inside me, I feel like I should be more embarrassed by my nakedness in front of a guy I only met accidentally yesterday. But I’m not, and it’s surprising and freeing all at once.
Finally, he stops long enough to lift his head and say, “That is crazy. I give you an orgasm and you shout that.” His dark eyes still glitter with amusement as he stands. His large, thick shaft bobbing against his rock-hard abs. I know that because I made sure I ran my hands over every one of the ridges on my way down to give him a blow job.
I can’t help staring, and when I finally return my gaze to his face, he’s grinning broadly.
What was he saying? That’s right. “It’s a phrase used to describe something as surprising. A highlight or an amazing experience.”
“Aye, right. I agree.” Rory’s hooded eyes, as deep and rich as dark melted chocolate drizzling over my body, consume me. But I need more. I want to feel his thick length thrusting in me when I orgasm. I was denied his fingers, and I’m not going to be denied his impressive cock.
I sit up to wrap my arms around his neck and press my breasts into his chest. “I think you need to fuck me now.”
His large hands dig into my hips. I like the desperation behind his bruising hold.
I slip off the edge of the desk to stand. “Bed?”
He growls, and it’s a deep, low sound like I’ve only ever heard from a wild animal in a nature documentary. I want him to do it again.
“Turn around,” he demands. He doesn’t wait for me to respond but grips firmly on my hips and twists my body till I’m facing the wall.
He melds his body to my back and bends forward so my chest is pressed flush to the desktop. The smooth wood cool against my heated body.
His lips are close to my ear. “You want me to fuck you. Are you sure you can handle that?”
“Yes,” I shout so loudly his head jolts back and his palms dig deeper into my hips.
“Hold on to the desk,” he demands. I reach up to curl my fingers over the far edge of the hard surface, my hips pressing into the near edge.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I wriggle against his erection as I slowly inch my legs wider.
“Are you teasing me, Freya?”
He can’t see my smile as I coo, “Maybe. What are you going to do about it?” I’m deliberately provoking him.
