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“Jailbait,” he answers, teasing me.
“Please,” I beg.
“No,” he answers, peeling himself off me. I expect him to walk away, but I feel him drop to his knees behind me instead. I hear more than feel him rip my panties right off my body.
Self-consciousness stiffens my body as he runs his palms from my knees and up the back of my thighs. He must sense it because he smacks the still sensitive skin of my ass sharply, forcing me to relax.
His hands grab my cheeks, palming and massaging them as I hear him make appreciative noises behind me. He licks up the back of my thigh up to the middle of my left cheek where he sinks his teeth into my flesh. White hot pain follows and I yelp, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk above my head for purchase.
“By the time we’re done here, there won’t be a single part of you I won’t have tasted and marked.”
He parts my cheeks and my face flames. For excruciatingly long seconds, he simply stares at my soaking folds and my swollen clit.
“You were right about one thing,” he purrs darkly, his voice sounding intoxicated with lust, “I am a man who likes to eat.”
And then I feel his tongue come down backthere, a place no one’s ever touched.
I shriek and arch off the desk, but he slams a hand on my lower back and forces me back face down where he wants me.
“Oh, my… Oh,oh,” I stutter, incoherently.
With my ass parted by his hands, Tristan easily buries his face between my cheeks. His tongue darts out and swirls around my tight pucker. The sounds of him lapping happily at my tight hole reach my ears and drive me wild.
The sensations are overwhelming and so powerful, I’m afraid they’re going to consume me. A combination of exhilaration and uncertainty at his forbidden exploration, mixed with the wild pleasure he unleashes with his adept tongue makes me lose my grip on reality.
I’m writhing like a caught fish on the desk trying to avoid his tongue, trying to push him closer to me, unsure what it is I want.
He eats like a starving man. The roughness of his tongue abrades against the whorl of my asshole, teasing and loosening the tight muscles with determined and almost forceful intent.
I nearly lose consciousness when I feel his tongue probe past my ring and into my ass. He darts in and out, keeping my cheeks spread to the threshold of exquisite pain. I’m overwhelmed by the foreign but electric sensation and I’m on the verge of another orgasm.
My muscles start to spasm when he abruptly pulls away. As close as I was to the edge, I’m violently yanked away from it as my orgasm retreats.
“Tristan,” I whine. Sexual frustration sizzles in my veins. I need him to make me come. I reach back for him blindly, but he grabs my wrist and pins it against my lower back.
“I never got to hear my name on your lips the first time,” he recalls, irritation coloring his words. “But hearing you chant it now like I’m your God and you’re praying for mercy is fucking making up for it.”
“Why’d you stop?” I whimper.
“I told you,” he rumbles against my ear, his voice husky. “you don’t get to come again until you answer my question.”
I keen discontentedly as my climax gets further and further away from me. I’m so frazzled by my arousal that I can’t even remember what he asked me.
“W-what?”
“Tell me about Phoenix,” he grounds.
“He doesn’t wantme,” I answer. I won’t tell him more than that, not when Six and I haven’t talked about it.
Tristan leans over me, his entire body covering mine as I feel two of his fingers dip into my pussy. I moan, shuddering beneath him.
His other hand comes up to collar my throat, angling my face off the desk. He presses his lips against my skin, his warm breaths hitting my cheek and driving me crazy. He sucks my lobe into his mouth as he pumps his fingers lazily in and out of me.
“Then he’s an idiot,” he growls against the shell of my ear. “An idiot who’ll live to see another day.”
The compliment sears my skin. He has a way of ruining me body and soul with that mouth that makes the top layer of ice around my heart melt.
“You didn’t bring anyone home yesterday?”
