Chapter 5 #2
Even in the midst of kissing me until I couldn’t breathe, he had to be such a smug bastard.
My hazy mind flared with anger, and I leaned my head back.
“Oh yeah, open your mouth, Drew.” My tone was mocking, and he held my gaze the entire time as he slowly parted his lips.
What the fuck came over me, I had no idea, but without thought I spat right into his mouth.
There was a beat of silence, then the rumble that echoed through his chest vibrated into me.
His eyes flared right before he slammed his mouth against mine again, and there was no missing how hard his cock was between us now as he jerked into me.
His hands threaded through my hair, and he was rough as he clenched tightly, tilting my head back against the wall, controlling our kiss.
When he pulled away, he licked across my lips and then down my cheek, tasting as much of my skin as he could get his mouth on.
There was no way in hell I ever imagined my morning would end up like this, but there was no part of me that wanted to stop.
Spitting in his mouth was so fucking beyond anything I’d ever done, but dammit if it hadn’t appeared to drive the straight-laced Andrew crazy.
I gasped as he nuzzled into the bend of my neck, sucking like he was determined to leave his mark, until all of a sudden he inhaled sharply and jerked backward. Had he changed his mind? Come to his senses and realized what an awful idea this was?
“Um, ew,” he said in a strangled voice, peeling a half-detached Band-Aid off my collarbone and holding it up like a dead rodent. He gagged a little before tossing it aside and wiping his hand off on his clothes. “Sorry, it was loose so…Do you want to put a fresh one on, or…”
The laughter bubbled up in my chest as I shook my head. I’d pulled most of the Band-Aids off in the shower and must have missed that one somehow. All my cuts and scrapes were so minor they’d already scabbed and would heal better without being covered.
“No, I’m good. Are you going to go bathe in betadine now?” The caustic remark left my tongue before I could catch it, but in all honesty Andrew needed the push. He liked when I was an asshole toward him, and that evidence was reinforced by the way his mouth reclaimed mine in a bruising kiss.
He stole the air clean out of my lungs for a moment, his hard length grinding against my core.
Then, just as fast, he broke away from my lips.
My feet hit the ground right around the time his knees did, and my sweats were yanked down just as quickly.
That tongue, which had already tasted every corner of my mouth, was now sliding right between my dripping slit, lapping up the clear evidence that I was more than just good with what was happening between us.
Okay, then. He hadn’t been kidding. Andrew Knightsbridge absolutely loved eating pussy, because he very quickly showed just what that tongue of his was capable of.
“This fucking cunt,” he groaned, and fuck me dead. Why was that statement muttered in his perfect tone and enunciation such a damn turn on?
My legs trembled, but he didn’t let me falter, holding me up with his firm palms across my thighs, pressing me into the wall.
He lapped teasingly at my core for a beat, and then buried his face as he devoured me, his small rumbling noises of satisfaction filling the empty hall along with my moans that I couldn’t keep contained.
Holy fuck, we aren’t even in a bedroom! Anyone could catch us! And yet, I couldn’t seem to find it within myself to care. Andrew’s talented mouth on my cunt felt too damn good.
Pressure built low in my gut, and that tremble in my legs grew stronger and stronger until I clutched his golden-brown hair and cried out, jerking against his face even as he held me in place.
He didn’t stop with my climax, nope, he just kept right on lapping at my release, until my clit was firmly in his mouth, his tongue rolling around it in the most intense movement.
My senses were going haywire, and I couldn’t do anything other than hold on to him and hope I survived this ride.
How in the hell was this desperate, passionate, needy man hidden under the proper, bossy, pain in the ass I’d been dealing with for months.
The guttural groan that Andrew released as he buried his tongue deep inside me was enough to have me crashing out, my mind a whirl.
By the time my senses were back online, he had swept me up in his arms bridal-style, striding toward his bedroom.
A room I’d never been in, and as far as I knew was generally off-limits.
The brief glimpse I’d caught was of light blue walls, perfectly aligned photos above his perfectly clean desk, and the pristinely made bedding in shades of navy and white—bedding that he gave zero fucks about as he tossed me into the middle of them and crawled over the top of me like a deranged panther.
His shirt was half unbuttoned, almost askew, and I didn’t remember tearing through it, so it must have been Andrew.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growled.
Honestly, the feeling was mutual in so many ways.
Surely, this sort of messy, desperate need should have felt uncomfortable with someone I hadn’t been intimate with before, but all I felt was the strongest urge to spit in his damn mouth again—to get that unhinged reaction and peel back more of his onion layers to see the real Andrew.
He didn’t give me a chance as he slid between my thighs, his long fingers wrapping around them to open me wider.
When I was pressed firmly into the mattress, he lowered his face so agonizingly slowly that I was sweating and panting by the time his tongue caressed my clit, swirling around it, and then going lower to slide through my core.
He plunged his tongue inside again and as I tilted myself up, using my elbows as leverage.
He lifted his face and I took in the sight of his wet face.
My release was everywhere, all over him, and for once he made no attempts to clean himself up.
If anything, that pleased-as-fuck expression he wore gave the impression he’d never been happier than when he was covered in me.
Whatever he saw in my expression had him crawling back over the top of me, dragging my shirt off at the same time.
Thank fuck too, because I’d just realized I was pantsless with a shirt still on, and I had a real ick for feeling like Winnie the Pooh.
When he had me completely naked beneath him, I reached out and brushed my hands through the sheen of sweat, and probably more than a little of my arousal, on his chest, smearing it across his shoulders and down his biceps.
Apparently, I had really enjoyed that moment out in the hallway, and his smirk indicated that he wasn’t completely displeased.
He leaned down and rubbed his face on mine, our lips clashing until all I could taste was Andrew and myself.
It wasn’t unpleasant, and if anything brought a new throb low in my body, one that would only be sated with something larger than a tongue—not that he hadn’t done an absolutely spectacular job with that.
But I wanted dick. Andrew’s dick.
“You dirty up real nice,” I whispered as he sucked my bottom lip in his mouth. “You should try it out more.”
He snarled and pressed his teeth into my lip, stopping just short of breaking the skin. “You spat in my mouth, minx. I should take you over my knee and spank your ass.”
Delight lit up inside me at the very thought. “Oh no, don’t threaten me with a good time, daddy.”
This side of me had apparently been dormant and hidden, activated only by Andrew’s puritan ways. I wasn’t sure there was any putting her back in the box either, because pushing his buttons was goddamn addictive.
His pupils did that flaring thing again, and when he gripped his shirt with one hand, tearing it completely free from his body as buttons went flying, the zap of need almost knocked me out.
“Are you going to project your daddy issues onto me?” he asked mockingly, tilting his head as he took me in.
I could barely answer though, as I was mesmerized by the hand not holding him up slowly unbuttoning his slacks.
The thick head of his cock came into view, already slick with pre-cum, protruding out from beneath the band of his perfectly pressed boxer briefs.
“Are you going to take your control freak germaphobe issues out on me?” I managed to rasp.
Another fork on the zipper lowered, and with it, more of his length came into view.
He was so damn hard. I needed him inside me. Now.
“Minx,” he snapped, and my gaze snapped up to him. “If you want me to play daddy, you need to do the fuck as you’re told. Bad girls get punished, you should know that.”
Another zapping throb, and I moaned. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I into this? I didn’t actually have daddy issues, but somehow this was really working for my dynamic with Andrew, and I wasn’t mad about it. Confused, yes. Surprised, hell yes. Mad? Nope.
He got his pants off, and I was able to see all the lithe but defined muscle he’d been hiding under his clothes. Andrew had the best six-pack I’d ever seen, with every ridge perfectly aligned. That was shocking, considering how hard Brodie worked on his body, but facts were facts.
“Did you fucking hear me, Evelyn?”
Nope. Not a word. Wait…“You want me to blindly obey whatever you say?” That question should not have been asked so breathlessly.
Andrew nodded and slowly lowered himself until he had me all but pressed to the bed. “Unless you want to be edged until you’re soaking, whining, needy…and then left to deal with it yourself?”