The back of his finger drags over my center, and I feel the wetness cling to him even through the thin fabric. Then he pushes the edge aside and slides lower, slow and unhurried, until his knuckle grazes my clit.
A flush creeps up my neck. No one has ever seen me like this—no one has ever touched me like this—and I’m suddenly, stupidly aware of the fact that I’ve been in these all day. That I’m soaked for him.
I try to press my legs together, but his hands are there, firm on my thighs, holding me open. “I haven’t showered?—”
His grip tightens, thumbs stroking slow circles into my skin like he’s soothing me, but his voice is anything but soft.
“I don’t care if you’ve been rolling in the damn dirt, Cassidy. I want you exactly like this—hot, messy, and fucking dripping for me.”
He hooks his thumbs into my panties and works them down my legs with unhurried focus, like unwrapping a present he’s been dying to open. When they’re gone, he grabs a chair from the table and sits, pulling me closer until I’m right at the edge.
“You’re mine, baby.”
He takes my left foot, placing a tender kiss on my ankle and props my foot on the armrest. He does the same to the other, spreading me wide until I realize—I’ve just become the meal.
“I bought you.” He looks up at me, dark eyes locked on mine.
“I own you.”
He rubs his big hands up my calves, giving my knees a gentle push. “So open those legs and let me see what a billion dollars tastes like.”
The first brush of his breath over me makes my stomach clench. I’ve never… no one’s ever done this to me before. My mind is a storm ofwhat if it’s weird, what if I don’t like it, what if?—
Then his mouth is on me, and every thought is obliterated.
He starts with slow, deliberate licks up my center, parting me with his tongue like he’s savoring the taste of something forbidden. “Sweet,” he murmurs against me, the vibration sending a shiver up my spine. “Knew you’d taste like this.”
My hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles white. I can’t stop my hips from rocking forward, from chasing more of that warmth, that pressure. He flattens his tongue and drags it up again, ending with a soft flick over a spot that makes me gasp and jerk.
His dark eyes look up at me. “There it is. That’s where you like it, isn’t it?” He doesn’t wait for my answer—just goes right back, teasing me with the tip of his tongue, circling, pressing, retreating.
It’s overwhelming. Too much and not enough. My thighs tremble, and he notices, his hands sliding up to grip them tight, holding me open, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Relax, Cricket. Let me take you there.” His voice is low, coaxing, but there’s a command in it too. He licks and kisses my pussy like he’s making out with it.
Then he closes his mouth over me and sucks—slow and deep—and my entire body bows off the table. My hand flies to his hair, fisting it, and he groans like I’ve just given him something he’s been starving for.
“That’s it. You like this?” he says, tongue flicking faster now, relentless, like he’s set on wringing every drop of pleasure out of me.
“Yes.”
The heat in my belly coils tighter, tighter. My breaths turn ragged, and I’m pushing back on the armrests but he holds me firm. Like it frustrates him I’m scooting away.
He fixes himself over my clit and sucks with a growl. I explode inside.
My orgasm rips through me hard and fast, my thighs clamping around his head as my hips buck. It’s not graceful, not pretty—I cry out, raw and unguarded, every nerve alight. And he doesn’t let up. He keeps working me through it, licking, sucking,swallowing every reaction I give him like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted.
By the time he eases back, I’m boneless, shaking, my chest heaving. He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh and looks up at me with that smug, wicked grin.
“Worth every fucking penny.”
She’s still catching her breath when I pull back, lips wet, chin slick from her. She looks wrecked—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, chest heaving—and I should stop.
I don’t.
She thinks I’m done. Sweet, innocent little Cricket. She has no idea. I’ve dreamt about this for years—what she’d taste like, the sounds she’d make when I finally had her the way I want her. And now that I know, I’m not fucking done until I get my fill.
I bend and drag my tongue over her again, slow and deliberate. She jolts, a startled gasp breaking from her lips, and tries to push at my shoulders. “Jax—too much?—”
