Chapter 19 #2
My hand slides down her hip, slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted to. She doesn’t. The shorts she’s wearing are loose, perfect to slip to the side.
She’d definitely wake for that.
I brush my knuckles along the inside of her thigh.
She sighs. Still doesn’t open her eyes. I swallow and slide down between her legs.
I press my lips to the inside of her thigh, feel her pulse flutter under my mouth. She shifts slightly, a soft sound escaping her throat.
Still asleep.
My hands slide up, gripping her hips, thumbs pressing into the hollow spaces there. I want to wake her. Want to see those brown eyes snap open, wide and startled, when she realizes where I am.
But I don’t.
Not yet.
I drag my nose along the fabric of her shorts, breathing her in. That fucking marshmallow scent mixed with her.
Fuck.
It makes my cock throb, painful and demanding. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts.
And freeze.
Cold metal kisses my temple.
Her hand.
My gun.
She’s got it pressed to my head.
Our eyes meet in the dim light.
She’s awake now. Very awake. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, pupils blown wide, but her hand is steady.
I chuckle, “Where’d you get my gun, Beda?”
“Under your pillow, idiot.”
“You going to pull the trigger or just hold me hostage between your legs?”
She narrows her eyes. Then pulls the gun back.
I start to move off her, but her fingers grip my hair. Quick. Firm.
“No,” she breathes. Eyes dark. Cheeks flushed. “Continue.”
I stare up at her, suspended between disbelief and something far more dangerous.
“You sure about that?” My voice comes out gravel. Raw.
Her hand tightens—just enough to keep me there. “Show me that your mouth can do more than piss me off.”
Blyad.
I hook my fingers back into her waistband and pull. Slow. Deliberate.
Her gaze doesn’t leave mine.
She lifts her hips to help me. And something hot and possessive coils in my chest.
She’s choosing this.
Choosing me.
The shorts come off easy.
No underwear beneath them.
I breathe deep.
I exhale through my teeth as I take in the sight of her bare and wet in the pale morning light.
“Already wet. Knew you weren’t asleep.”
My hands frame her thighs, spreading them wider, thumbs pressing bruises into her skin just to watch her twitch.
She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hide. Just watches me with that half-lidded, defiant gaze like she’s daring me to do my worst.
“Keep looking at me like that, Beda,” I murmur, dragging my mouth across the inside of her thigh, “and I’ll fuck you instead.”
Her hips jerk at the feel of my tongue, and she gasps—sharp like she didn’t expect me to dive in without teasing. But I’m not in the mood to tease.
I’m fucking starving.
I drag my tongue up, slow, tasting, my eyes roll back.
“Fuck Ayla, you should’ve kept this from me,” I growl against her skin before flattening my tongue and tasting her again. Deeper. Hungrier.
Ayla’s breath catches. Her head tips back against the pillow. But she still doesn’t close her eyes.
She’s watching me. Watching the way I eat her like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
I groan into her cunt and wrap an arm around her thigh, pinning it down so she can’t squirm away. My other hand slips under her shirt, finds her breast, and palms it hard enough to make her back arch.
Her nipple drags across my thumb. She moans, hips lifting to meet my mouth.
She’s soaked.
Blyad, when was the last time eating pussy made my skin vibrate.
She’s dripping. I suck her clit into my mouth and feel her legs tremble.
She fists my hair and yanks. “Maksim—”
I pull back just long enough to rasp, “Say my name again.”
She bites her lip.
My teeth sink into her thigh, hard enough to make her gasp. Enough to sting. I lick the mark I leave behind.
“Say it.”
“Maksim,” she breathes, eyes wild. “Don’t stop.”
I growl, “Never.”
And I don’t.
I devour her. Lick her like I want to live inside her. Like I want to keep her trembling on the edge until she begs me to let her come. My fingers dig into her thighs, spreading her wider so I can tongue her deeper. She’s making—small, desperate whimpers that are going to haunt me forever.
So fucking delicious, I want to carve those sounds out of her again.
Her whole body shakes under me.
I slide two fingers into her tight cunt while my tongue works her clit, curling them just right. She cries out, sharp and high, and I know she’s close.
Her thighs start to close around my head.
I force them open. “Keep them open.”
She sobs in pleasure—doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t resist.
I fuck her with my fingers harder, faster, curling them to drag against that spot that makes her whole body clench.
“You gonna come, Beda?” I murmur between licks. “Right on my tongue?”
“Yes!” she cries out as she breaks apart on my tongue, fingers tangled in my hair, legs shaking as she comes.
I don’t stop until I feel her collapse.
Until she’s limp.
I crawl up her body, slide my hand behind her neck, and kiss her.
Deep. Wet. Unapologetic.
She moans into my mouth, wrapping her arms around me.
“Still got my gun, Beda?” I whisper against her lips.
“No,” she breathes. “I put it back.”
I grin. “That was your second mistake.”
Her eyes flash. “What was the first?”
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, hard cock grinding against her cunt.
“You let me taste you. And now I want more.”