Chapter 17 #2
Cupping the side of her face with his hand, he kissed her lightly, pecking at her lips until she was filled with frustration. “Kiss me properly.”
“I’m afraid that bossy girls with no manners don’t get whatever they want.”
Well, that was just rude.
“That doesn’t seem very fair,” she grumbled.
“Poor baby. Sometimes things just aren’t fair, are they? But if you’re a good girl . . . well, good girls get all the orgasms.” He brushed a finger under her panties and she froze.
This was where a smart girl would push him away. Would tell him what a bad idea this was.
This was the moment of no going back.
Instead what did she do? She spread her legs wider and pushed her pussy up against his finger. “More, please.”
“Love hearing you beg.” He drew back and she let out a cry, reaching for him.
“Uh-uh. Stay where you are. You’ll get what you need, as long as you’re good for me.”
That was going to be hard. She wasn’t really good for anyone.
But he didn’t walk away. Instead, he reached for her panties and drew them down.
“Are you feeling all right?”
“Please don’t stop,” she begged. “I’m fine. I’m good. My head is good. I just really, really need you to touch me. God, please.”
“Shh, baby. I’m not going anywhere. But if your head is hurting you need to tell me. Promise.” He cupped her face between his hands. “Promise.”
“I will. I’m fine. Tough as nails. Anyway, aren’t orgasms meant to help headaches?”
“So you do have a headache, Goldie?” He captured her chin with his hand, staring down at her intently.
“A bit, but I took some painkillers and I’m not lying, I am good. You don’t need to worry about me.” Okay, she might be sounding a bit desperate by this point. She should probably pull it back a bit.
“Poor Goldie. You need this don’t you? You have to come.”
“Yes. Yes.” At this point she didn’t even bother to pretend that she didn’t need him.
Then he cupped her mound with his hand while his other one wrapped around the back of her head and he kissed her deep and long.
God, that was so good.
Then he slowly ran his finger along her slit. Up and down.
Jesus. Was he trying to kill her?
“More, more,” she begged as his mouth moved along her jaw to her ear.
“Be patient, Goldie.”
“I can’t be patient. I’m on the edge. I need to come.”
“Shh, I know.” Bit by bit, he pushed his finger inside her. And then his thumb started to play with her clit. Back and forth.
In and out.
Back and forth.
Another finger joined the first one. Her whimpers grew louder.
By now he’d managed to undo the buttons on her nightshirt and pull the edges apart with his free hand.
The guy was practically ambidextrous. How he could concentrate on opening her nightshirt with one hand and play with her pussy with the other she didn’t know.
But she was extremely grateful.
Extremely.
Now his mouth was around her nipple, sucking strongly as he drove his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Her breathing hitched. She could feel herself growing close. But for some reason she just couldn’t fall over the edge into bliss.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand. I want to hear you scream.”
That was enough for her. As soon as he said those words, she fell over the edge. Her scream of release was caught in her throat for a start and then it erupted out of her.
“That’s it, well done. You’re doing so well. You are so beautiful. All the time, but especially when you come.”
Damn. He really did know what to say to turn her into a pool of goo.
Then as she was still recovering from what had to be one of the best orgasms she’d ever had, he drew his hand up to his mouth and sucked on his fingers.
“Fucking delicious. I cannot wait to eat you out, Goldie. In fact, I might just do that now.”
“You . . . you can’t!” she said, trying to close her legs.
But he was having none of that. Instead, he pressed his hands to the inside of her thighs to keep her in place.
“Why not?”
“Because I have to clean up. I’m not . . . I have to shower and . . . you just . . . you already made me come. It’s my turn.”
“Your turn? I wasn’t aware that we were supposed to take turns.”
He wasn’t?
“Well, shouldn’t things stay even?” she asked.
“Things should be just how they are. There’s no worrying about keeping things even. Understand?”
“Um, yeah.”
Sort of. She wasn’t really used to someone who didn’t believe they should get back what they put out. If a partner went down on her, they had always expected her to do the same. That was the only reason they’d eaten her out in the first place.
“But why would you want to?” she asked, feeling confused.
He froze for a moment, then a look of anger filled his face which surprised her.
Why was he angry?
“I’m guessing that you’ve been with some real dickheads in the past. Some selfish lovers.”
“Umm,” she said. “I didn’t think I had, until . . .”
Until meeting him. Until having him touch her and play with her. And make her feel so beautiful and desired.
He cupped her face again. “You are so incredible. So beautiful. So delicious. I want to eat you out because I want to feel you fall apart again, because I want to hear those noises you make, and because you taste amazing.”
Then his mouth took hers again and she melted into him. She would have given him anything that he wanted in that moment.
Anything at all.
Which would be slightly scary if she let herself think about it. But she wasn’t in the mood to think. She just wanted to feel.
His hand was wrapped around the back of her neck again, squeezing tightly as he kissed her like he wanted to devour her. She’d never enjoyed kissing that much before. Not before him.
Lord.
How many firsts was he introducing her to tonight? She hadn’t thought it was possible for her to discover anything new about herself.
And then the sound of the door opening made them both freeze. They heard footsteps.
Oh my God!
Who was here?
“Fucking bastard!” Travis muttered as he quickly lifted her down off the island.
She hastily buttoned her shirt as he bent to pick up her panties.
There was no time for him to put them back on her, instead he stashed them down his pants where his dick was pressing against the material, firm and erect.
Oh wow.
She really, really wanted to get her mouth on his cock. To feel him push himself inside her and now her panties got to wrap themselves around his . . . no! Now was not the time to think about that.
Someone was here.
Travis moved rapidly away from her toward a cupboard. But she saw him reach under his pants to adjust himself and she swallowed heavily.
She’d done that to him.
Her. Weird, annoying Caren Stanford.
“Hey, Caren, what are you doing up?” Tyler walked into the kitchen.
Of course it was Tyler.
“Oh, um, I . . . I . . . needed a glass of water.” Her hands were shaking and she couldn’t think of what to say.
“Yeah? Want me to get it for you?” He walked into the kitchen, coming to a stop as his brother stepped out of what she assumed was a walk-in pantry. He held a small broom and pan. “You’re up too?” Tyler moved his gaze from her to Travis. “Interesting.”
“Nothing interesting about it,” Travis grumbled. “Caren got up to get a glass of water because she wanted some painkillers. I heard her, but when I walked in I gave her a fright and she broke the glass. Now, I’m cleaning it up.”
“I can really do that,” she said, stepping toward him with her hand held out to take the stuff from him.
But he shot her a look that made her freeze.
“You will not,” he snapped.
“Best to do what he says,” Tyler whispered. “He doesn’t like it when he’s disobeyed. Been known to give naughty subs spankings.”
“Tyler,” Travis said with a sigh. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to stay in one of the other apartments?”
“I’m hungry and there’s no food in there,” Tyler complained. “Not that you’ve got much. Ooh, wait, leftover pizza.”
Travis didn’t have much food in his pantry or fridge?
She felt that familiar pang fill her. The one that told her that she needed to fill his shelves with food.
What if something happened? What if there was some sort of emergency and he couldn’t get to the store?
Or they all ran out of food and he couldn’t get any?
No, no. This wouldn’t do.
Bugger it all. What was she doing? She couldn’t fill his shelves. That was bizarre and weird. She was here for one night because for some strange reason he was under the impression that she couldn’t take care of herself.
However, that didn’t mean she needed to go around showing him her crazy. It would be better if she got out of here, though.
“I’ve got to go to bed. I’m sorry, are you sure you’re okay cleaning up my mess?” She had to get out of here before she started to disintegrate.
What had she done?
The last half an hour ran through her mind. She’d let Travis Andrews kiss her. More than that, he’d sucked on her nipple. He’d told her to come. And she had. She’d come hard around his fingers.
And then he’d licked them clean.
And he’d wanted to . . . he’d been about to . . . if Tyler hadn’t come home.
Bloody hell.
This was like her every fantasy and nightmare wrapped up together.
“I’ve got this,” Travis said gruffly.
Oh no. Was he annoyed at her?
Probably because you made a mess that you’re running away from?
Oh, also, because he’s got a hard dick that he’ll have to take care of himself.
Dear Lord. Do not think about his hard dick. Or about him taking care of it himself.
Do not.
But, boy, she’d pay good money to see him jerking off.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Caren?” Tyler asked, sounding concerned. He had heated up some leftover pizza and was trying to pick it up. But it was too hot and he dropped it with a hiss. “Ouch. Got to let that cool down. You look pale.”
“Oh, yes, I’m fine. Just a headache. Good night.”
Turning away, she practically ran into her bedroom and then she leaned back against the door.
God. She couldn’t believe that had happened.
What had she been thinking?