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“You’re wondering what noises I’ll make when I eat you, aren’t you?”
Nonchalantly admiring the slice of bread in my hand, I sigh. “I don’t have to wonder. I know I’m delicious.”
“Maybe. But I bet I could make you moan before I do.”
What?
I turn to face him with a smirk. “You think I’ll moan from your tongue before you moan from my taste? What are we betting?”
He licks his lips again, and my thighs clench. I can’t tell if he’s leading me on to screw with me or if he’s serious. Either way, I refuse to back down to him.
“If I win, I get to take you out.”
Well, that was unexpected.
“Like on a date?”
“Uh-huh.”
I hesitate.
“Okay... if I win, you cancel your subscription onFollowers. And you have to be nice to me.”
“Wow, way to reach for the stars.” He rolls his eyes. “Okay, what are the ground rules? Can I use my fingers?”
After seeing his dexterity work over the dough last night, my vagina is begging for me to say yes. But my brain reminds me I’m trying to win this thing.
“No!” I answer too quickly. “No fingers.”
“Like a pie-eating contest?” His lips curl into a mischievous grin. “You won’t last two minutes.”
“Oh, please. You’re getting creamed, Kucera.”
“You better.”
I purse my lips trying not to laugh.Goddamnit, I walked right into that.
There’s no way he’ll win.Oral sex has never gotten me off. It’s too gentle, never feels like anything. “Where do you want to do this?”
He pulls out a chair and points at the kitchen table. “Get on. You eat your meals on the counter, I eat mine at the table.”
Fuck.
I’m waiting for him to backpedal and say he was kidding, but he’s serious.Am I really letting him go down on me, stone-cold sober, before noon on a Thursday?This could be my chance to put a dent in his ego. I’ve had some very enthusiastic lovers, but none have made me come with their mouths. He looks sure of himself, and I’d love nothing more than to knock him down a peg or two.
His jaw clenches, and I swear his nostrils flare when I unbutton my jeans. I leave my panties on to not appear too eager and perch myself on the round black table. When he takes his seat in front of me, I suddenly feel like Little Red in front of the big bad wolf.All the better to eat me with.His pupils dilate, darkening his eyes as if he’s stalking prey, it reminds me of that night in the stairwell. I hope I’m not making a dire mistake with this stupid bet. He must sense my apprehension because he grabs my calves and pulls my ass to the edge of the table, directly in front of him.
“You good with this?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Say you want me to eat your pussy.”
“I give youconsentto eat my pussy.”Like hell am I using the wordwant.
He slips his thumbs under the sides of my underwear and drags them down, I lean on my elbows and raise my ass as he pulls them off. He drops them to the floor.
“Spread your legs for me. Show me.” His voice is low and commanding.It’s not helping.
