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I press forward. “Keep touching me.”
He tears the panties down my thighs. “Next time, I’m going to see if I can make you come just like this, Bex. My mouth on those gorgeous full tits, teasing until you cream yourself.”
I freeze, even though his hand is right at the top of my sex, and I desperately want it lower. “There won’t be another time.”
The smile drops from his face. “Right.”
“This is just sex.” I can’t keep the waver out of my voice. But that’s exactly what this is, and the clearer we are on that, the better.
“I know.” He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves.”
“Just—don’t talk about a future that can’t happen.”
“Okay.” He strokes the top of my folds, bringing his other hand up to tweak my nipple again. “But I’m tasting you.”
“You don’t have—”
He cuts me off by spreading my legs and burying his head between my thighs.
Chapter 18
Bex
I choke out a moan, my hands gripping his hair tightly as his tongue explores my cunt. My legs are shaking, wanting to close, but he holds them open with ease. When his tongue finds my clit, he sucks on it until I cry out, arching my hips off the bed. He groans in response, dragging his mouth down, licking over and inside my hole.
My brain short-circuits when he presses a finger into me alongside his tongue. He uses his other hand to continue to play with my clit as he laps up my wetness, leaving me clenching around his finger. I sob with relief when he adds another, scissoring them, stretching me.
“That’s it, princess.” He speaks right against my skin, and the rumble of his voice just heightens the sensations running through me. He brings his mouth back to my clit, kissing it in an oddly sweet gesture before licking it, and pushes a third finger into me. I’m shaking, barely able to hold myself back from the edge as he teases me with his tongue. I grip his hair so tightly it must hurt, but he doesn’t try to get me to stop.
He turns his head and kisses my inner thigh. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
He punctuates that by pressing his thumb against my asshole.
My hips shoot off the bed as I come with a shout. He keeps fingering me, teasing me,tormentingme as I come down frommy climax. By the time he finally removes his fingers, kissing my belly instead of my pussy, I’m so oversensitive every movement makes me gasp.
He brushes the hair from my forehead. His lips and chin shine with my slick, and when he kisses me, I taste myself.
“Fuck, James.”
“We’re getting to that,” he says. He sits on the bed, pulling me into his lap, his hands finding my ass as he grinds me down against his crotch. This close, all I can focus on is his cologne and the way his hard cock feels against my folds. He’s so thick I find myself aching as we move together. His fingers were good, but ultimately, they were a tease. I can come again, and I want to do it while he’s inside me, fucking into me with all the power in his body.
I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him, rubbing myself against his cock until his breath hitches. He’s been having his way with me and I’m loving it, but there’s no way I’m letting him have all the fun. I reach down and grip his cock, pumping it slowly. He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I work him over, my thumb swiping over the head.
He presses a kiss against my ear. “Fuck, you feel good, baby.”
“You have condoms, right?”
He reaches over, grabbing one from the nightstand. I take it from him, impatient now, and try to rip it open with my teeth. No such luck. He laughs as he takes it from me, opening it with ease and rolling it on his cock. “I got you.”
I trace over his tattoo. Does it mean something, or did he just get it for fun? Now that I think about it, his brother has a tattoo in the same place. Maybe he got it with him. The thought is unfairly adorable.
If we were really dating, I’d ask. But that’s the kind of questionthat comes from a girlfriend, not a hookup. And if there’s anything I need to remember, it’s that this is not for real. This is just to scratch an itch we’re both feeling. Even if he calls me princess and makes me see stars when I come.
He rolls us over so I’m on my back, and nudges my legs apart with his knee. I oblige him, gripping his arms to steady myself as he lines up. A muscle in his arm jumps as I squeeze. He rubs his cock against my entrance, getting the tip wet with my slick.
“James.” I gasp as his hand brushes my still-sensitive clit. “Don’t tease.”
He looks down at me, something unidentifiable in his gaze. “I won’t, Beckett.”
