Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DECLAN
I grabbed a single ice cube from the freezer and rolled it between my fingers, letting the chill sting just enough to keep me grounded. Fuck knew I needed it.
In a few minutes, I was going to be on my knees, head between the thighs of the woman who made Post-it notes feel like threats and cardigans look like sin.
And I was going to love every goddamn second of it.
Penelope was clearly full of nerves again, but I planned to do everything I could to keep her out of her head tonight.
When I stepped back into her room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, pretending like the entire building hadn’t heard her frantic pacing when I’d gone for ice.
I kicked the door shut behind me, locking out my pal Darcy—I didn’t need her cat interrupting me while I was tongue-deep in her kitty.
Penelope nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the door closing, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as she jerked her head toward me.
I set the glass full of ice cubes on her nightstand, stood in front of her, and hooked a finger under her chin. Tipping her head back, I leaned down until our faces were inches apart. “You’re acting real innocent for someone who asked for my tongue in her cunt.”
Her breath caught, and she darted her gaze around my face. “I—”
“Don’t bother denying it when we both know it’s the truth.” I cupped her nape and dropped my face to her neck, mapping a path up her throat with my lips. Against her ear, I murmured, “And we both know how good I’m going to make that cunt feel, don’t we?”
She didn’t respond—unless you counted her uncontrollable shudder and panting breaths as a response.
I didn’t wait—couldn’t wait—another second. I took her mouth in a kiss, slipping my tongue between her lips like I was desperate for her taste. Like I’d been waiting all fucking day for it. She gasped and met me stroke for stroke, her little mewls of pleasure driving me wild.
When I stretched over her and guided her down to the mattress, she spread her legs instinctively for me. A low, satisfied sound rumbled from my chest as I settled into the warm, welcoming cradle of her thighs.
Fuck, I wanted to touch every goddamn inch of her. Wanted to taste every goddamn inch of her. She’d invited me to do exactly that tonight, and I intended to take full advantage.
I continued kissing her, allowing my hands to roam over her hips, her waist, under that oversized cardigan that was completely in my way. I wanted her naked. Bared beneath me so I could finally see the gorgeous body I’d been dreaming about for longer than I cared to admit.
Goddamn, this woman made me hard. Made me fucking ache for her and her alone. I rolled my hips, pressing my cock against her so she knew exactly what she did to me.
“You feel how hard you make me, rebel? How much I want you?”
She moaned against my lips and fisted my shirt to tug me closer. Then she slid a hand under the material, her soft fingertips brushing over my skin, and I snapped.
I reached back, grabbed the collar of my T-shirt, and yanked it off in one quick move. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at me before reaching out a tentative hand.
Her touch against my bare skin was intoxicating. That feeling only intensified when she grew bolder, gliding her fingers along my chest, brushing a thumb over the barbell through my nipple, cupping her palms over my shoulders before sliding them down my abs.
“Can’t think when I touch you,” she murmured, her eyes following her hands as they explored. “But I can’t stop touching you…”
I bit back a groan. “Didn’t ask you to stop.”
My cock throbbed behind my zipper, aching for her exploration to continue south. But this wasn’t about me tonight. She’d put herself in my hands—said she wanted to learn—and I was going to enjoy teaching her everything I knew.
I bent down and dragged my tongue across her collarbone, then lower still, trailing down her chest until I found one perfect nipple. It was stiff and begging beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, no bra to hide behind this time.
With my eyes locked on hers, I took the tight peak into my mouth and sucked hard enough to make her arch off the bed, a moan pouring out of her without restraint. I hummed low in my throat, satisfaction brimming.
“You give me so much attitude, but your body’s real fucking polite, isn’t she?” I shifted to her other side, scraped my teeth over her peaked nipple, and engulfed it in my mouth. “Look at how she’s saying please.”
Penelope arched again, her breath catching, and then she was fumbling with her cardigan. With clumsy movements, she shoved it off. Her shirt followed, tugged up and over her head in a frantic mess of sleeves and tangled hair.
And then—fuck.
Her tits were right there. Soft and full and mouthwatering.
I groaned, low and guttural, and ground my cock against her, unable to stop myself.
All I wanted was to press those perfect tits together and fuck them.
Wanted to spend all night feasting on them.
Wanted to watch them bounce while she rode me. Wanted to paint them with my come.
But that wasn’t what she’d asked for.
So, I gritted my teeth, shoved down my rampant desires, and reached for the glass of ice on her nightstand.
“You ready for your lesson, rebel?” I plucked out a cube and rolled it between my fingers, relishing her little gasp as a droplet of cold water landed on her stomach. “Bet you’ll be begging me to do this again before the night’s over.”
“Don’t count on it.” Her harsh words were tempered by the breathless way she said them.
I tamped down a smirk. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts once I’ve got you shaking.”
Starting at her collarbone, I dragged the ice slowly down the center of her chest. The sudden contrast made her whole body jerk, and she gasped as the cold kissed her heated skin.
She might’ve been the one feeling the sensations of ice play, but seeing how much it affected her was just as intoxicating for me. Especially knowing she’d never experienced it before. That I was the one teaching her…the one and only person she’d ever shared this with.
My cock jerked as I let the remainder of the ice cube linger in the hollow of her throat, watching her tits rise and fall with each ragged breath.
After the ice melted into a tiny puddle, I leaned in and cleaned up the mess I’d made, warming her chilled skin with my lips and tongue.
“Jesus,” she whispered, her hands flying to my forearms, fingers digging in like she needed something solid to hold on to.
“Already calling for divine intervention?” I glanced up as I dragged another cube down her sternum and over the generous swell of her breast. “We’re just getting started.”
I circled her nipple, once…twice…until it was tight and puckered and begging without saying a word. Then I dropped the cube into the glass and took the stiff peak into my mouth, sucking hard.
Penelope cried out, the sound equal parts shock and pleasure, and arched off the bed, unconsciously chasing my mouth. She curled her fingers tighter around my forearms as I flicked my tongue against her, lapping away the cold as she shuddered beneath me.
She was already panting. Already trembling. Already rocking against my cock like her greedy pussy remembered exactly how I’d last made her come.
I could’ve spent all night right here—sucking on her tits. Listening to her breathy little moans and whimpers. Clocking every change in her expression as she discovered something new. But I wasn’t going to keep her waiting any longer.
Not when I was desperate to finally have her taste on my tongue.
I pressed one last kiss to the underside of her breast, then trailed my mouth down her stomach, licking up stray droplets of water as I went.
After tugging off her shorts, I tossed them over my shoulder.
And then she was in only a pair of panties.
Lace again in the exact shade of pink as her mouth—except for the center where it was darkened with her need.
“You always dress like a dirty little contradiction?” I asked, brushing the backs of my fingers over the soaked lace. “Sweet, shy librarian on the outside, naughty little cocktease under the layers.”
Before she could answer, I mouthed her pussy through the fabric, groaning at her taste, and her entire body quaked at the contact.
“Shit. You can’t just— You have to warn a girl before—”
“No. I don’t.” I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, dragged them off her, and got my first look at her cunt—pink and flushed and fucking gorgeous.
Her clit was tight and needy, peeking out from beneath the hood, and she was so wet, her thighs were sticky with it.
I couldn’t wait to lick up every goddamn drop.
“Christ, look at you. So fucking wet for me.” I brushed my thumb through her slit, light and barely there. Never giving her what she needed. “You want my mouth on you, don’t you, rebel?”
She bit her bottom lip in response, her hands fisted in the sheets. Everything bottled up and locked down tight…perfectly in control.
That just wouldn’t do.
I dropped to my knees at the side of the bed, settled my shoulders between her spread thighs, and dragged her ass to the edge of the mattress. “I haven’t even touched your clit, and you’re already twitching. That little cunt’s starving, huh?”
I picked up another cube of ice, melted it between my fingers until it was slick, and traced a path along her inner thigh.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
She shuddered, goose bumps erupting over her skin, and satisfaction unfurled in my chest when she lifted her hips in a silent plea for more.
That was all I needed.
I brushed the ice over her clit—just a flick. A tease. A barely there brush, but her whole body jerked like I’d electrocuted her. Gasping, she arched away from the too-cold sensation, but I didn’t let her get far.
I swirled the cube around her clit, letting the cold seep in, before I dropped it back into the glass. And then I engulfed her pussy with my hot mouth, flicking my tongue exactly where she needed the attention.
She cried out—sharp and breathless—her thighs clenching around my head in a vise grip I never wanted to be released from.
A rumble of satisfaction tore out of me, and I tightened my hold on her hips. “You taste like sin and sugar, rebel. No wonder you’ve been so uptight—this pussy’s been starving for attention, hasn’t she?”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I flattened my tongue and licked her again, from her dripping entrance to the top of her slit.
Then I zeroed in on her clit. Gentle flicks at first…
just a warm counterpoint to the ice. Just enough to build the pressure, to drive her wild but not push her over the edge.
Moans poured out of her in a near-constant stream, her hips rolling beneath my mouth, seeking more. And I basked in every goddamn second of it, my cock hard as steel over her reactions.
“You like my mouth on you, Penelope?” I rasped. “Show me, then. Ride my face. Grip my hair and show me how fucking desperate you are for my tongue.”
She didn’t even balk at the command. She just let out a strangled sound and threaded her fingers into my hair to tug me closer, grinding herself against me.
I loved how fucking lost she was, and I gave her exactly what she needed. Licking harder before sealing my lips around her clit and sucking until she gasped. She bucked her hips against my mouth, her heels digging into the bed, her body strung tight.
“You gonna come already?” I teased, mouthing her clit while I slid two fingers into the glass, fished out a cube, and ran it through her slit. “I’ve barely gotten started.”
“God, please. Please.”
“Please what? Use that big vocabulary and tell me what you want, rebel.”
“I—I don’t know—” she stammered, her legs trembling, fingers tightening in my hair.
“How about I try to figure it out?” I pressed the tip of the ice cube to her entrance, teasing and barely there, until she rolled her hips, chasing it. I gave her what she needed, pushing it inside her—slow and shallow—as she gasped, her pussy clenching around it.
“You like that?” I hummed low in my throat, completely mesmerized by the sight of her spread out before me, the ice melting against her hot cunt. “Fuck, I could watch you all night.”
She tightened her hold on my hair and tugged me closer. “Declan—”
“Shh…” I tossed what was left of the ice cube back into the glass and replaced it with my fingers, sliding one, then two deep inside her. “I know what my good girl needs, don’t I?”
“Oh my god,” she breathed, her hips rolling, all decorum gone as she fucked herself on my fingers.
And then I added my mouth.
As I brushed over that spot inside her, I dragged my tongue up her slit and sucked her clit into my mouth again, harder this time. Deep and deliberate, with only one goal in mind.
And she gave it up beautifully.
Penelope shattered on a scream, her body shuddering, thighs clamping tight against my ears. But I still didn’t let up. Just kept licking her through it, humming in satisfaction as she filled my mouth with her come.
“Declan—” She gasped, her body jerking. “Jesus, I—”
“Give me another,” I growled, rubbing my beard against her throbbing clit. “I want you to soak my goddamn face. Want you to forget your own name by the time I’m done eating your sweet cunt.”
Tremors quaked through her as she clawed the sheets, her hips still seeking more. And her breathy gasps and whimpers and broken pleas? I wanted to brand her little sounds into my memory forever. Just to remind myself it was me she was so fucking desperate for.
I stayed right there between her thighs, feasting on her like she was my last fucking meal. Didn’t stop until I’d wrung another orgasm from her, this one stronger than the first, leaving her twitching, whimpering, and wrecked.
When I finally pulled back, my beard was drenched with her, and I fucking loved it. Fucking loved being claimed by her like that. Fucking loved that I was the only soul on earth to know the taste of her, and that the proof of how much she’d loved my tongue was all over me.
I dragged my gaze up her body. Over the soft curve of her belly and her heaving tits and the pure bliss written on every inch of her face.
She looked like a fucking goddess, spread out for me and me alone.
This lesson might’ve been over, but I feared my cravings for her were only getting started.