Twenty-Eight
Winslet
I finished off my last taco and had to cover my mouth when Lucifer threw a toy for Chloe’s daughter to fetch to get rid of her. Although I had seen it already, it still made me laugh, and spitting my food out would not be attractive.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” Oz said beside me.
I glanced at him and swallowed before asking, “What?”
He nodded his head toward the screen as he sat there, already done with his food, and leaned back, making Lucifer Morningstar pale in comparison.
“He was honest about who he was, and she doesn’t believe him,” he said.
I dusted off my lap and then took the glass of wine Oz had poured me. “Well, it is a little hard to believe,” I said.
“Sit back,” Oz said.
His arm was stretched out along the back of the sofa, and although it was silly, I was nervous about leaning back. It would be like I was in his arms. When he had sat down with the food, it had been very close to me. I licked my lips, tasting the wine.
“Last chance before I pull you back myself,” he warned.
Whew. Okay. I could do this. I mean, I wanted to. Having his hard chest touch me and his scent surround me sounded pretty incredible. It had been a while since I’d even cuddled on the sofa. I was rusty with all this.
His fingers wrapped around my upper arm and tugged. I went without a fight because there was no fight left in me when it came to this man. I was going to test it out. See if I could handle the player thing without getting attached.
I started to relax back onto the cushions directly behind me, but he was pulling me in his direction.
“Lie back here, and you can stretch your legs out that way,” he told me.
I turned a little and did as he’d suggested. The warmth from his breath against my temple as he wrapped his arm around me, resting just below my breasts, was something I was glad I hadn’t missed out on in life.
“Where’s your sloth?” he asked me. The deep timbre of his voice vibrating in his chest.
“On my bed,” I replied.
He ran the tip of his nose, as if smelling me along my hairline. “Have you been sleeping with it?”
I nodded. It was as soft and cuddly as it looked.
His thumb began to move in a soothing motion over one of my ribs as his arm tightened around me. The brush of his lips against my head felt like a tiny bolt of electricity had been sent through me.
“Why did you name your fuck toy after me?” His voice was hoarse as his hand moved up until his thumb was touching the underside of my right breast.
I closed my eyes. My boobs felt swollen and achy. I wanted his hand to cover one or both. Something.
“My vibrator?” I breathed, trying to remember what question I was supposed to be answering.
“Mmhmm,” he murmured near my ear, pressing a kiss there.
“Because I…” Scream your name every time I get off . That was not the way to admit it.
“Tell me,” he urged, and his teeth clamped over the top of my earlobe lightly.
Why was my clit throbbing over an ear bite?
“My, uh…the things I imagine to get off,” I started and stopped, literally unable to say the rest. It made me feel too vulnerable.
Telling a guy who was in it for the fuck and then would be gone that you’d been masturbating to him for two months was handing over secrets that he didn’t need to know.
His hand moved down and started tugging up my shirt. I lifted my back enough so that he could pull it up. The simple white lace bra I was wearing wasn’t expensive, but I knew the low cut in the middle made me have great cleavage.
“What is it you imagine?” His fingers slid into the front cups and tugged them down, one at a time, until both breasts were bared to him. A deep, appreciative sound near my ear made me tremble. “Fuck, darlin’, these tits are incredible.”
A small sound whispered past my lips as I watched his hand cupping and kneading one before rolling and pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re not telling me,” he said as my head fell back on his shoulder.
“I can’t think,” I admitted.
The wet tip of his tongue trailed up my earlobe, and he hummed. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. You had a bad day. This will be all about you.”
If it was all about me, I would very much like him to fuck me.
“I want you to stand up, take off your clothes, and sit back down on this sofa, legs open,” he said, his breathing growing heavier.
Oh God. He wanted me to strip.
“That sounds like a sex position,” I said, battling with my nerves over taking off all my clothes for him.
“It could be,” he agreed as he shifted me back onto his lap, causing my thighs to open. He slid a hand under my skirt and up my inner thigh. “But tonight, it’ll just be my tongue.”
I opened my mouth to reply when his finger slid inside my folds and eased up through the slick heat. A loud cry came out instead as I lifted my hips. I had been kidding myself. Oz Jr. did not feel this good.
Oz pressed the hard length of his arousal against my bottom and groaned, “Fuck, you’re soaked already.”
Yeah, well, he kept me wet pretty regularly.
“Oz,” I panted, wanting him to sink a finger deep inside my entrance.
His finger circled my clit, teasing it while making me squirm.
“Be still,” he ordered, then placed a hard slap over the aching nub.
Jesus! Why did that feel so good?
“When you come for me the first time, it’s gonna be on my tongue. I’ve waited too long for a taste of it.”
If I wasn’t completely enraptured by the pleasure he was already causing, I would laugh. He was a little late to the game because I’d been coming for him for a while now.
His finger sank inside me then, and my walls clinched around it, hungry to be filled.
“Ah fuck, that tight cunt is needy.” His thick, dark groan almost sent me spiraling over the top.
Oz must have known because his finger was gone, and his hands were on my waist, standing me up. My legs felt shaky, but he stood up behind me, not letting go.
“You can strip for me another time,” he growled, jerking my blouse off and over my head, then moving to my skirt to unzip it.
I unhooked my bra and let it fall at my feet. My skirt was gone then, and Oz’s big fingers took the sides of my panties and pulled them down until I could step out.
A hot, wet lick ran up the crack of my bottom, and my eye went wide. That was new. I’d never had anyone back there.
His hands grabbed my butt cheeks, and his fingertips bit into the plump flesh. “Goddamn,” he swore. “That ass.”
His teeth sank into one side, and I yelped, which caused a deep rumble of laughter from him, followed by a hard slap on the other.
“Sit down. I’ll focus on this ass another night. Tonight, I need something else.”
Turning to face him, I sat down, fighting want and nerves at the same time. He grabbed my left ankle and put my foot up on the cushion the exact way I had sat on Sunday when I got off to thoughts of him doing something almost identical to this. He had been shirtless though in that fantasy.
When he lowered himself between my legs, I reached for the shirt he was wearing, fisting it. “Off,” I told him.
A cocky grin touched his face as he pulled it over his head and tossed it.
My eyes went to his bare chest. I wanted to explore those tattoos. Study them. Just not at this moment. He ran the back of his finger up and down the quivering flesh exposed to him.
“Even your cunt is perfect. I can’t find one fucking flaw.” His voice sounded almost worshipful.
My hand instinctively went to my chin. I had never thought about the small cleft in it until Alec. He’d made fun of it one night while he was drinking. It had stayed with me.
Oz reached up, wrapping his hand around my wrist, and his eyes narrowed.
“Why did you do that?” he demanded.
I hadn’t meant to. He had said flaws, and it had been my first reaction.
“I have flaws,” I said because he needed to be made aware of that, lest he be disappointed later.
He shook his head. “That chin,” he said, his eyes dropping to it and heating, “one of my favorite parts of your face.”
Was he serious?
A possessive gleam was in his eyes as he gave me a sexy wink and lowered his head until his mouth was less than an inch from me. I wasn’t breathing, and I was on the verge of pleading when he stuck his tongue out. The metal from his piercing caught the light from the lamp before he laid it flat on my opening, and in one long, slow swipe, it went up to my clit, where he started flicking it with the piercing. I had never thought about that piercing in my fantasies. An error I wouldn’t make again.
A finger slid inside me, and the combination of both took my small moans of pleasure to cries of bliss. “Oh God!”
Oz lapped at my nerve-filled nub while fucking me with fingers on one hand and holding me open with the other.
“My name,” he growled against me. and I shuddered.
“Oz,” I said.
He nodded, his hooded eyes looking up at me through his lashes while he tasted me as if he couldn’t get enough. “God isn’t gonna be the one who makes you come. That’ll be me.”
“You always are,” I breathed out, telling the truth.
A feral glint hit his eyes. “Is that right?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.
“Fuuuck.” The hand that had been holding me open moved down to his waist, and I saw him begin to unzip his jeans.
Had he changed his mind? Was he going to fuck me?
I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him deep inside. But I was also afraid that would be it. Tonight would be all I got of him, and I wasn’t ready to lose him yet. Just a few more times. At least.
His mouth became more aggressive as he began to pump his cock. The sight of that was going to make me orgasm, but I couldn’t stop looking. The swollen purple head bobbing with each hard jerk.
“Do you think about this? My mouth on you?” he asked. “Eating this sweet pussy.”
“YES! And having you shoved deep inside me.” I almost shouted the words as the blast of pressure hit and my legs began to shake.
I screamed his name, grabbing the back of his head and holding him there as my body quaked with each pulse that rushed through it. He stuck his tongue inside me, and the feel of the bar as it teased my opening extended the wave of nirvana claiming me.
“Nothing ever—oh my God,” I moaned and finally began to start to come down.
He didn’t stop or even ease up. I pulled on his hair because I’d become too sensitive. He shook his head and growled like a wild animal who wasn’t done with their meal.
“GAH! FUCK!” he shouted, his mouth finally releasing me as his body shuddered, and thick white shots of his release hit his abs and coated his hand.
That had to be the most breathtaking image I’d ever seen.
He watched me, his chest rising and falling hard. The gray irises almost black. “I hadn’t planned on that part. I was trying to keep it all about you,” he said. “But I was already leaking pre-cum from finally getting my mouth on your pussy, and then you started talking about masturbating to me, and I snapped.”
I licked my lips, letting my legs fall together as I sat up. “Trust me, that sight, seeing you come? That was for me too.”
Because I was going to get off to it several times a day. Possibly without touching myself. Just remembering how he had looked. Those veins in his muscles bulging in his neck. I had to stop. I was going to get worked up again.
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You like watching me jack off?”
I nodded. “Yes. It might be my most favorite sight ever.”
Another laugh as he stood up, gifting me with the view of deep, defined abs and the thick V cut below them as his jeans hung on his hips. He gave his still-semi-hard cock another swipe, and then he used his finger to scoop up the semen on his stomach. I watched, wishing I could reach out and take over, but I wasn’t sure if this meant I had that kind of freedom or not.
“What’s the frown for?” he asked, pausing his cleanup.
I blinked, and my eyes snapped back up to his. “Nothing. I was thinking.”
“I know. About what?”
Alec had left me with a lot of insecurities. I hadn’t really realized it until now.
“I was just…” My eyes went back to his abs. “I would have done that for you. I mean, cleaned you up…” I trailed off. Had that been a weird thing to say?
“Winslet…”
Hearing him say my name sent a thrill through me.
“Yes?”
“Tell me what you want. Say the words. Whatever they fucking are.” He sounded determined.
I could do this. He wasn’t Alec.
“I want to taste it.” My face instantly went hot.
His nostrils flared. “My cum?”
I nodded.
“Fucking hell, darlin’,” he said in a hoarse whisper, then stepped closer to me. “Then, taste it off my stomach.”
Yes, yes, yes! That was exactly where I wanted it.
I grabbed the front of his thighs and leaned in, licking along the indention between two of his abs, where his release had pooled. Licking some off my lips, I move over to the V cut and traced it with my tongue.
“Fuuuuuck,” Oz groaned.
I lifted my eyes to see his face. His complete focus was on me.
There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. Not something you’d ever expect to see on a man like Oz Savelle.
“You done?” he asked, sounding a little choked.
I shook my head and went to clean the other two spots where he had left some behind. When it was all gone, I dropped my hands from his thighs and sat back, completely satisfied.