22. Troy
twenty-two
troy
Heaven On My Tongue
O ne moment I’m spewing out words like I’ve taken a double-dose of truth serum, and the next, her lips are on mine. Soft, pillowy, pliant.
At first, it’s a chaste peck, a firm but short pause against my mouth, like she’s testing the waters. But then she pulls back, her eyes exploring mine in a way that makes my pulse race. And before I can catch my breath, she’s rising on her tiptoes to chase the last kiss with another.
My mind goes blank, the rest of my confession forgotten like a blurry memory when she catches my bottom lip between her teeth. She tugs it roughly, drawing a grunt from me, before her tongue—her fucking warm and wet tongue—glides over it to soothe the pain. She traces the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, and my mouth surrenders, parting for her like we’ve done this a hundred times.
Our tongues meet and my hand slides up to cup the side of her face, thumb tilting her chin up to deepen the angle. With my mind coming back online, I dive into her mouth, drawing out a heady whimper from her that reverberates against my chest. I kiss and taste her once again—this stubborn, difficult woman who challenges and aggravates me as much as she captivates and intrigues me.
A woman who could consume me whole.
A woman who runs through my veins like liquid fire, setting me alight from the inside.
With my eyes closed and my hand tightened around her waist, I pull her flush against me, her turkey-patterned pajama pants and those ridiculous Sasquatch slippers she wore the first time I met her making this moment somehow more perfect.
Sarina’s hands clasp over my shoulders before her nails trail down my chest in the most enticing way, awakening every nerve inside my body until my breaths rattle against my ribcage like prisoners begging to be released.
I can’t fucking get enough, yet it’s almost too much—like getting a breath of pure oxygen.
“Troy,” she whispers against my lips. “More. I need so much more.”
Her hands travel back up and find the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging in a way that makes my hard cock threaten to puncture my denims. Her hips sway forward, her center finding the top of my thigh as her body seeks relief.
And that’s when my heart scrambles inside my chest.
My mind slowly emerges from the haze, like breaking through the surface of murky water, while my dick warns— no, begs —me not to do what I’m about to do.
I groan, already hating myself, as I break our kiss and guide her hips away from mine. A shocked gasp falls from her lips as her confused coffee-brown eyes find mine. They’re even more distinctive because of the pale patch of skin around one—beautiful and stark against her tan skin.
I can’t believe she hides this part of herself from the world, as if it’s something to be ashamed of. As if it doesn’t make her even more striking and lovely than she already is.
My chest rises and falls, my forehead dropping to rest against hers as my hand tightens over the back of her neck. Somewhere in the past three minutes, I’d turned my cap backward without realizing it.
“I’m sure I’ll punch myself in the face for asking you this later, but are you sure you want to do this?”
“Are you asking me if I’m sure I want to kiss you?” Her eyes flick to my lips, a corner of her mouth tilting up. “Pretty sure it’s too late to be asking that, don’t you think?”
I chuckle softly. “No, smartass. What I mean is, are you sure you want to do this because”—I lick my lips, my eyes smoldering—“I’m about to devour you if you don’t stop me. This isn’t going to stop with a kiss, Rina. It’s not going to stop until you tell me to.”
Her throat bobs, and my mouth waters with the need to trace it with my tongue. “Who says I want you to stop?”
“You,” I remind her. “You’re usually the one to slam on the brakes.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I’m having a change of mind,” she says haughtily. It’s so cute, I want to press my lips to that sassy mouth again. “Or maybe I’m having a lapse in judgment. Either way, are you saying no?”
My eyes bounce between hers. Fuck, I really hope it’s not because of a lapse in judgment or some sort of emotional fallout response from the crazy day she’s had.
But also . . . I’m not saying no. Not when I’ve dreamt about this exact moment a million times. Still, I give her one more out.
“You’re sure?”
She clutches the collar of my hoodie, pulling me toward her and glaring at me with the intensity of the motherfucking sun. “Troy Winters, kiss me and finish what you’ve fucking started or watch me do it myself!”
Goddamn, I think I just shot my load in my pants.
I’ve seen the all-business, no-nonsense side of the woman before, but this? Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on.
And though I’m pretty sure she’s the one who started it this time around, I’m gathering she wouldn’t appreciate being called out on technicalities.
I’m momentarily struck silent, not because I’m not about to pounce on her, but because I’m honestly considering calling her bluff. Just the thought of Sarina touching herself, writhing beneath her fingers . . .
With a growl, I cup both sides of her face and crash my mouth down to hers.
Where our previous kiss was hesitant and exploratory, this one is punishing and unyielding, similar to the woman I’m kissing.
She hums as her mouth succumbs to mine and her hands find purchase around my shoulders once again. And this time when her hips swing forward—searching and desperate—I walk her backward, pushing her against a wall.
“Wait,” she pants, looking toward Rome’s room with a worried glance. Taking my hand in hers, she drags me down a short corridor to another room—her room.
After locking the door behind us, she reaches to turn off the light, the movement sending me back to a memory from all those months ago when she insisted on total darkness. Now I know why.
Before her fingers can flip the switch, I wrap my hand around her wrist.
“Leave them on,” I murmur against her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. My thumb brushes over the vitiligo around her eye. “I want to see you.”
Her breath catches. “There’s more. I . . . I have another patch below my breast.”
I cup her face, letting her see the sincerity and honesty in my eyes before she hears them in my words. “I. Don’t. Care. Your entire body could be covered with it and I would find you just as beautiful. I want to see every detail, mark, and expression when I make you come.” I pause, letting that sink in. “I want every part of you, Rina.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before she collides against me, her kiss frenzied, claiming, and all-consuming. She hitches her leg around my hip, urging me closer, and I swear my groin knows its home. Even through our clothes—her thin pajama pants and my thick denims—I can feel the heat from her center, a scorching brand that threatens to incinerate the last of my control.
I groan as I push into her, my dick throbbing inside my pants, begging to be reunited with her. My hand finds the soft and warm skin of her stomach before it glides up to her palm-sized breast, and I watch as Sarina’s back arches off the wall. She knows exactly what I’m about to give her.
Because I remember.
I remember the way she liked to be plucked and played, tweaked and tortured, until she was begging for me to get inside her.
I might have spent just that one night with her, but giving her three orgasms through it taught me a thing or two about how to make her body sing.
She’s not wearing a bra—a fact I’d already catalogued when she opened the door—making it easy to brush my thumb over her puckered nipple before I roll and pinch it between my index finger and thumb.
“God, yes,” she pants, grinding against my leg.
She’s so turned on, so ready. Where she’s fought me every step of the way to get her to this point, she’s completely willing now. Docile and hungry.
Her head falls back against the wall, exposing her slender neck, and my mouth quickly chases it, licking, sucking, and biting all her delicate and delicious skin. She looks like a vision with her waist-length curls swaying against her back and her skin flushed pink beneath the warm overhead lights. Each brush of my lips draws out little gasps from her that go straight to my dick—half sigh, half whimper. All pure fucking magic.
“Tell me you didn’t think about this every day.” I kiss my way up the side of her neck, finding her earlobe before pulling it with my teeth. “Tell me you haven’t fucked your fingers remembering the way mine felt inside you.”
In response, she grinds herself harder against my leg, chasing relief. Her mouth falls open, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I tweak her other nipple.
“Troy.” Her voice is both soft and rough. “Please. I need you.”
And fuck if those words aren’t my undoing.
Taking her mouth with mine again, I sweep my tongue inside greedily, swallowing her sweet sounds, knowing they were made just for me. Knowing that finally—fucking finally!—we’re both on the same page after all this time.
Trailing my mouth down her neck and collarbone, I pull her shirt up, exposing one breast. There’s a large patch of pale skin underneath it, just like she said, and I brush my lips against it before licking my way up to her nipple.
Swirling the tip of my tongue around it, I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting, while Sarina quiets her moans with the back of her hand. Her warm center continues to rock over my thigh, her head turning from one side to the other as I roll her nipple over my tongue.
“Troy, I need more. God, so much more.”
Smiling against her breast, I give it one more hard suck, practically making her yelp, before getting down on my knees in front of her. Sarina puts her leg back down as I trail kisses down her stomach while latching my fingers onto the sides of her pajama pants and underwear.
She throws her slippers somewhere behind me hastily, her impatience making my shoulders shake with laughter, as I help her out of her bottoms. But before I toss them, I take note of her soaked underwear.
“Fuck,” I curse as I bring them to my nose and take a deep inhale of a scent I’ve literally thought about nightly. A wicked grin finds my mouth. “I’m just letting you know, I’m taking these with me when I leave.”
“Yeah?” A smile tugs on her lips as our eyes connect, intensity and need shining in hers, just the same as mine. “What will you do with them?”
“Drape them over my face while I fuck my fist and think about you, every minute of the day you’re not with me.”
A flush creeps up her neck and she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. I hold myself from laughing out loud, realizing she’s more flustered by my words than the fact that she’s standing in front of me naked from the waist down.
“Every minute? That seems excessive.”
“Not excessive when you’re making up for lost time.” My hands skim up the backs of her thighs and I lean forward to trace her wet seam with the tip of my nose, inhaling once more. “Not excessive when you can’t get enough.”
Sarina cups the back of my head before she pulls off my cap and throws it somewhere with her clothes and slippers. Her fingers thread through my hair and her stomach hollows out, anticipating what’s to come.
I don’t torture her any longer, letting my tongue remind her how much it loves the taste of her.
Slinging her leg over my shoulder, I trail my tongue over her slit, drawing a hiss from her. Then, I do it again and again for good measure, cupping her ass in my palms and pulling her sex flush against my face.
“Yes,” she hisses, her fingers pulling at the strands of my hair. “Just like that.”
Lapping at her sensitive center, I flick her swollen bud with the tip of my tongue, kissing and sucking it while using my first two fingers to spread her lips open.
“Fuck, baby,” I say, blowing cold air over her wet seam before dipping in for another swipe, “you taste even sweeter than you smell. Like heaven on my tongue.”
Sarina swivels her hip over my mouth. “Please. Don’t stop, Troy. Please, please, please, don’t stop.”
Continuing to lick and lave her, I glide my fingers to her entrance, making her moan when I circle them around it. She’s so wet, she’s practically dripping down my wrist.
I suck on her clit, toying with her perfect nub, while my fingers slide inside her. Sarina rocks over me, fisting my hair, as I drive my fingers in and out of her.
“Yes!” she cries. “Right there. Oh God, Troy, keep going.”
The thrust of my fingers in tandem with my mouth devouring her has her rocking over my mouth, chanting my name like a prayer. She’s got the most delicious pussy I’ve ever tasted, and I swear I’d watch her—all glassy-eyed and flushed skin—while I eat her out like this for the rest of my life if she’d let me.
Her walls tighten around my digits, the sounds of my hungry licks mixing with her needy whimpers echoing softly between us. She’s so goddamn tight and wet, my dick is seconds from detonating inside my pants.
Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside her sweet heat.
“Mmm,” I hum against her, swirling my tongue while sinking my fingers inside her rhythmically. “Yes, baby, ride my face. Fuck, I love the taste of you.”
I curl my fingers in a “come here” motion inside her, and that’s when I feel Sarina go still over me. Her body freezes in that perfect moment of suspension before release—a pause where she sucks in a breath while every part of her clenches.
The leg hooked around my shoulder pulls me further into her as her back arches off the wall, making her head fall back. With her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers fisting my hair, and the soft sound of my name on her lips, Sarina convulses and shudders around me, flooding my tongue with her nectar.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper against her core, greedily drinking her in and loving that I get to be the lucky bastard who gets to make her come undone this way. “So delicious. So beautiful.”
My tongue continues to move as I look up at her, finding her to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Our eyes connect—her coffee-colored becoming glassy and dilated as she sucks in another breath. She releases my hair, and her body loosens before I leave another kiss on her most sensitive skin. I turn my head to kiss the inside of her thigh before rising to my feet.
And as if she’s only just getting started, she cups my face and kisses my lips, tasting herself in the most erotic way.
“God, how are you so good at that?” Her voice is still ragged and breathless. When she sees me smirk, she shakes her head—something dangerous and territorial flashing in her eyes, a possessiveness that makes my blood sing.
I’ve never been attracted to a jealous woman . . . until now.
“You know what?” she says, her words slightly clipped but vulnerable. “Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”
Her hand slides down my chest, finding my cock tenting my jeans. She unfastens the button before unzipping my pants, keeping her eyes locked on mine before gliding her hand below the elastic of my briefs.
I take in a quick inhale as Sarina’s warm hand finds my thick shaft, and she licks her lip, stroking my cock from root to tip. Her thumb brushes over the tip of my cock, already peeking out from the top of my briefs, and she rubs my pre-cum over it, drawing a grunt from me.
Christ, this woman will be the death of me.
She watches me watch her, transfixed, as she brings her thumb back to her lips and sucks it clean with a satisfied hum.
And just like that, my brain short-circuits. Abandons ship and quits the scene. In fact, the only things still operational are my eyeballs and whatever is left of my pulse, hanging on by a thread.
Oh, and there is also my dick, who’s twitching like a meth addict in need of his next fix.
Her eyes take on a wild, almost feral intensity, reminiscent of the woman I met all those months ago. “Take off your jeans. I want you inside me.”