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I was done. Ruined. Indebted like a dog.
I’d follow this woman to the ends of the earth if she’d let me.
Chapter 8
CELIA
We sat on the balcony and watched the sunset. Him reclined in a chair and me with my bare feet in his lap. We drank the iced Mint Juleps and my lips burned as the alcohol touched them, raw as they were from the friction of his cock sliding in and out.
I loved the sting as much as the hum in my chest and belly. Riding high on endorphins and pheromones, I was dizzy with lust. But I still wanted more of him. Wanted to feel him inside me, the crush of his weight overpowering me.
I stared at his forearms and realized I had a thing for them. How he rolled his shirt sleeves when he got serious, the ropy, sinewy muscles there, the developed bicep. Every day in lecture, the suit jacket came off. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up. All Lawson needed to do to seduce me was to show me his arms. Boxer’s arms. Professor’s arms. Lover’s arms. I felt it was some great privilege to be able to see him in a t-shirt.
I bit into a tiny piece of toast covered in goat cheese and fig that Emery handed me. He was smoking again and I loved to watch him exhale. How he’d first blow a thin stream and then the rest would languidly rise up out of his mouth as he talked. Emery seemed brilliant at every subject he touched, every area he pursued—a true polymath, from bikes, to drug deals, to physics, to beating his every opponent in the ring.
“How long do you—?” I stopped myself. I sounded like such a ninny novice.
“How long do I what? There are no borders between us, Celia. Ask me anything you want. Please don’t hold back.” He spoke with the lit cigarette in his hand, a brow cocked in curiosity. Looking every inch the delectable sir.
“How long do you have to wait before you can come again? Is it different for men? Can I try to get you hard or is it too soon? I mean, only if you want to.”
His brow raised itself further, giving him a look of incredulousness. He leaned forward over the table and crushed out his cigarette, looking me squarely in the face.
“I’m hard right now, you little minx, just from hearing those words on your lips. I can go as many times as you like. I’ll fuck you all night if that’s what you want,” he told me with an edge in his voice.
I wasn’t challenging his ability. His answer made me a little nervous. But not enough to back down. I was currently sitting in soaked panties, a pool of my own desire, such was my need for Lawson.
Emery pinched my toes and I moved my foot over his groin and indeed felt the giant bulge of his dick against his jeans. His need for me was obvious too. He unzipped his jeans and his erection sprang out, his cock angry, hard, bulging and veiny. I caressed its velvet softness with my feet and Lawson threw his head back again.
Without wasting a second, he stood and lifted me from my chair and tossed me over his shoulder, his hand planted firmly on my ass. He set me on his bed and yanked off my dress. Then, with his fingers hooked in the elastic of my underwear, he wrenched them down my thighs and tossed them behind me.
“Lie down,” he demanded and I acquiesced. I kept my knees bent, my feet and ankles obscuring my sex. I felt embarrassed by how soaked I was, that my need was on display.
But Lawson pushed my knees apart and gazed at me there, his entire face veiled in pure lust.
When he lowered his face between my legs, I closed my eyes and my stomach quaked with nerves.
Then his mouth was on me, gentle but bold, devouring my drenched sex that clenched for his tongue, which he penetrated me with. This time I arched and thrust my sex forward in his face shamelessly. I squeezed my own tender nipples and the fire roared between my legs.
He lapped at me and thrust his tongue deep inside me, then suckled my clit gently and thrust his fingers inside. My thighs squeezed together involuntarily and he forced them apart.
Soon, I was riding his fingers, fucking his hand and pressing into his mouth. A keen started low inside me and I began to feel the power wave of orgasm take over me.
But then Lawson withdrew, like he could read my body as if it were his own.
“Don’t come yet, Celia,” he rasped. “I want you to come on my cock.”
I had to cup my sex to keep from coming at his words alone. I ground into my palm, like my pussy had a mind of its own.
