Preview of Rented Romeo
KATIE
“You smell addictive,” he whispered, his smoky voice reverberating through my core.
I wanted to yell at him just to remove the stockings and underwear.
But he had more patience than I credited him with.
I bit my lip when he moved, and I felt the warmth of his mouth and wetness of his tongue through the thin fabric. I gasped as an electric shock of pleasure rolled through my spine.
“R-remove my panties,” I said, almost ordering him when he repeated his actions, making me breathe sharply.
His eyes flickered up to me, and I couldn’t look away from his intense gaze. “No,” he replied simply before kissing my clit through the layers of fabric and making me mewl. “You’re a delight when I tease you.”
I wanted to scold him. Reprimand him. But I was too much in pleasure to care.
Later . I promised myself, closing my eyes. I will scold him later.
“If you look away, you’ll make this harder for yourself,” he said, threat lacing his husky tone.
I opened my lids to find him staring at me through my rumpled skirt pushed over my hips.
He moved his jaw, and I watched closely how he licked me with his pink, wet, hot tongue.
My lips parted in a soundless moan as he kissed me—made out with my pussy—like he owned it. Like it was his favorite dessert.
My hands curled over the sheets, trying to brace my core when he kept teasing me as the bubble of pleasure kept building inside me.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” he exhaled, his hot breath making me clench. I wanted him to skip the foreplay and kiss me skin to skin.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his one hand disappear into his pants and move up and down. My eyes widened when I realized what he was doing. He was turned on while teasing me?
I couldn’t help but squirm and try to push my sex into his mouth, which he gladly complied with, letting out a curse word.
I bit my lip when he finally pulled back after soaking my panties in his saliva and my wetness.
His face was flushed when he looked at me.
For a moment, I felt self-conscious. I could imagine how I looked like from his view.
Hair tousled, lips swollen from all the licking and biting, shirt half-opened with my bra visible, tight skirt tucked over my hips, my legs spread over a pillow with soaked underwear visible through the thin stockings.
He fixed himself in his pants, my eyes dropping to his crotch.
I looked at his face and— oh my goodness . He was hot, no doubt, but he looked adorable when he couldn’t meet my gaze. I sensed nervousness from him, and like a sadist, I wanted to spoil it. Make fun of him for getting me so turned on and then getting nervous and shy about eating me out.
So, I raised my stocking-clad right foot and brushed my toe over his inner thigh.
He jumped, eyes wide, and looked at me accusingly.
I smirked, raising up to my elbows and kept inching my foot closer to his crotch, until I could feel his throbbing member underneath my touch.
“Go on,” I said, my voice different. I rubbed him through the pants and smiled, hearing a choking groan elicit from his mouth, his hand wrapping around my ankle.
“W-what?” he asked, his eyes pleading and face confused as he looked between us, where I was stroking his boner with my feet through my stocking and his jeans.
I spread my legs so he could see what he had done. His eyes were full of hunger. He didn’t know whether he wanted to stop me or eat me out.
“Finish what you started,” I said, lowering my hand to my pussy.