Head tilted to the side, he paused, eyes to the ceiling as if calculating the amount in his head. “Six. Which will make you lucky number seven.”
Shifting, I crossed my legs, the uncalculated move exposing a bare thigh through the slit in my dress.
His eyes lingered on my thigh for beats unmeasurable before he pulled my chair closer to him, his index finger trailing up and down my thigh. The touch, electric, shot a wave of tingles throughout my spine, an instant message to the hankering between my thighs.
“In your confessions,” he rasped, “you mentioned imagining you were a book heroine and I’m your book hero.” Finger still caressing my thigh, he licked his lips. “Tell me, if this moment between us was written in a book, what happens next?”
I gulped.
Literally. Gulped. My dirty, horny little mind trapped in the gutter.
Breaths staggered, words became lodged in my throat, and when he slid off his chair to kneel at my legs, my whole body quivered.
“I know the kind of books you read, Macy.” His voice was low, authoritative, and gruff, his eyes masked with desire. “They’re hot, they’re dirty, and if we were living out pages fromourbook, this is the scene where the hero tells the heroine to spread her thighs.”
19
Waiting six more days wasn’t going to happen, not when it came to tasting Macy Sinclair.
Blame how fucking hot she looked, or the smell of her perfume, or the way her thigh taunted me, seductively peeping out from beneath the slit of her dress, or blame the fact that being the first guy to give her an orgasm quickly became my greatest obsession. Doc’s orders may have prohibitedmefrom having sex, but there wasn’t anyone who could tell me not to go down on the woman of my dreams.
On my knees, I pulled Macy’s chair forward, her blue eyes dark, glazed with a combination of desire and apprehension.
“You trust me, right?” I eased her legs open, the high slit in her dress granting me a view that made my mouth and cock hungry.
She nodded, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, hands gripped to the chair as if she were preparing for a wet and wild ride.
“Good to know.” I ran my tongue along the inner part of her right thigh, ego-boosting satisfaction coursing through me when her breath visibly hitched. “Let me devour you, give you the orgasm you’ve been deprived of all these years.”
She nodded again, rosy cheeks brandishing shyness while her mouth spewed nothing but confidence. “Yes. Orgasm. Please.”
Gripping her waist, I tugged her lower body forward, allowing for easy access to fruit I’d once deemed forbidden, and I couldn’t wait to take my first bite. Performing oral was my superpower, something perfected, mastered over time and while my lips and tongue were ready to dive in, I wanted to savor, explore, tease until I had her begging.
I slipped my hands beneath her dress, eager fingers finding sheer, black panties that had to come off. Sliding them down her legs, she sat there, breaths erratic, beautiful pussy exposed.
“Fuck, Macy,” I whispered against her bare folds, “you’re an effing goddess.”
At the sound of her exhale, the corner of my lips curved up. I knew she was on the verge of panting even though the party had only just begun. I’d dreamed of taking her like this, watching her come against my tongue, the moment almost too surreal, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was dreaming once more.
Squirming, Macy dug her fingers into my hair, tugging, making every attempt to guide me to her wet heat as my tongue brushed the inner part of her left thigh.
“Patience,” I teased, tone commanding. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Shut up,” she panted out; even while vulnerable with her legs spread wide over my shoulders, she was sassy as all hell. “I’ve beenwaitingfor most of my life.”
Running the pad of my thumb along her slick folds, I slid a finger inside her wet opening, taking pleasure in watching her eyes flutter closed. “So have I, baby.”
I blew on her clit, and when her head fell back, I dove all the way in, taking my time, slowly licking, kissing, sucking and finger-fucking, my swollen cock on hind legs, begging for a piece of the action.
She tasted so good, so damn sweet, and it seemed the more I ate, the sweeter she tasted.
Her moans and whimpers were an erotic playlist to my ears, one I wanted on repeat for the rest of my life.
“Please, Lucas,” she begged, hips grinding against my face. “Please, don’t you ever…fucking…stop.”
I had no plans to stop, increasing my lick, suck, and finger-fuck rhythm as she chased an orgasm, slowing my roll each time she was near.
“Tell me what you want, Macy.” I flicked her clit. “Tell me what youneedme to do.”
