Chapter Seven #2
I laugh at her outrage. “No. I couldn’t pick a brother, so I asked my best friend from college.
I worked a lot of late nights, getting overtime to pay for the wedding she wanted.
Apparently that wasn’t enough for her. I was supposed to have the money and the time.
So she found someone to give her the attention.
I caught them a week before the wedding. Thank God it wasn’t after.”
Hanging the towel over my oven door, I turn to face her.
Her mouth hangs open in disbelief. “You’re kidding me right? That only happens in the movies.”
“I wish. But alas, I came home early, feeling guilty, flowers in hand. Only I found my best friend railing my fiancée from behind on my fucking kitchen counter.” I shrug. I’m over it. It happened a long time ago.
“That’s why you’re the town playboy. Don’t get close, can’t get hurt.”
“Bingo.” I tap the tip of her nose.
“Damn. I’m sorry. That sucks. I get it now, the playboy thing that is.”
“Truth or dare?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Oh, easy. Dare. I don’t do truths.” She laughs.
“I’ll figure out the reason for that later. But are you sure you want a dare?”
“So sure, Officer Keaton.”
“Strip.” I raise my brows, waiting to see if she’ll follow through.
“That’s it? Strip?” She giggles, already slipping off her shorts.
“I didn’t say I was done. This is just step one.” I move to the counter, pushing everything out of my way.
Her eyes track my movements as she moves to peel off her bra.
“Get on the counter. Spread eagle.” My lip twitches at the corner, trying to conceal the smile that bubbles up.
“I think I’m too short,” she says, placing her hands on the edge.
My hands grip her hips, setting her on the counter, and she follows my direction and splays herself on the counter spread eagle, a leg hanging over each side of the island.
“What’s your plan for me now?” She bites her bottom lip, staring at me.
“My plan is to taste every fucking inch of your skin, Goddess.”
She squeaks when I jump up, hovering over her.
“That good with you?”
“Yup.” She pops the P. “Taste away.” Settling into the counter, she puts her body on display for me.
I lick my lips before diving in, starting at her wrist, kissing my way up to her neck, across her collar bone, and down the other arm. Her peaked nipples graze across the thin tank top I wore for the run.
They’re calling to me, begging to be sucked, and I happily answer the call, sucking one pert nipple into my mouth before kissing my way to the other. Her back arches into me, off the counter.
“Fuck, Officer. I need more.” She attempts to squeeze her thighs closed, but I’m between them.
“Don’t you remember that I’m in control? I was nice earlier, but I’m in control or there will be punishments.”
She freezes beneath me for the tiniest second. “Yes, Officer.”
My dick twitches at her remark, desperate to come out and play again. “Good girl.”
Kissing the spot between her breasts, I move back to her nipples, this time grazing each with my teeth before licking away the pain.
Moving my way down her taut stomach, her legs jump beneath me. “I wonder, if I were to lick your pussy, how wet would you be?”
“So fucking wet.”
Instead of going there immediately, I nip at each of her thighs, kissing my way to the junction of her pussy.
“You smell so fucking sweet, Goddess. Is that all for me?”
“Yes.” She pants, attempting to bring her hands up to my head, but I hold them down by her thighs.
“How many licks do you think it would take me to get you off? Single digits? Double?” I continue kissing along her pelvic bone.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
“How many? Don’t make me punish you.”
“Ten.”
“Ten? You think you can last ten licks?”
She nods emphatically, still restrained by my hands and body.
Hopping off the counter, I press one hand on her lower belly, adding pressure. The other holds her thigh down.
Hovering my face close to her pussy, I lick all the way up. “Count.”
I watch her throat bob as she swallows hard. “I don’t hear you.”
“One.”
“Good girl.” I push her legs open wider with my shoulders.
Lick.
“Two,” she says with a strangled whisper.
This time I add a swirl around her clit.
“Three.”
A lick, then I suck her clit between my teeth.
“Fuck. Four.” She’s writhing under me already.
“I just don’t think you’re going to make it to ten, Goddess. I think you’re a lot of talk.”
“Fuck you. Give me five.”
Her demand makes me chuckle. I’ve riled her up, and it has me ready to come again with her.
Lick.
“Five.” Her teeth grit as she grunts out the word.
“I bet if I were to slip my fingers into that hot pussy of yours, you’d clench so hard, trying to stave off that orgasm so you win the dare.”
She can’t answer because I push them in, sweeping in a circular motion, then I drag my tongue around her clit in a slow, lazy circle.
“Six.”
Smiling against her clit, I go back to the spot with my fingers that made her back arch, rubbing it and dragging moans from her. When she’s writhing again, I lick and nip at her clit.
“Seven. Shit. Seven.” She lets out a slow, steady exhale.
“Want to change your number? I’ll give you the chance.”
“No!” she screams.
This time, I don’t stop. I lick her all the way up, circling her clit and nipping twice.
“Eight. Nine.”
I push down harder on her belly, gliding my fingers in and out of her before I put pressure behind my tongue and flatten it across her clit, moving slowly and hitting every pressure point I’m able to find during this exploration.
“Fuck! Ten!”
She lets go, pulsing around my fingers and on my face. But I don’t relent; I continue my assault.
“Wyatt, please, fuck, shit.” She tries to push me off, but I’m stronger than she is.
Her moans are loud, echoing off the kitchen walls along with my name as she screams and writhes underneath me.
“You win, Wyatt. You fucking win, oh shit. Another. One.”
“Give it to me, Goddess. Give me two.” I let the vibrations of my voice slip over her clit with my tongue.
This time I stop, pushing on her clit, and she grinds into my hand.
When all her muscles go loose, I gather her clothes and start dressing her.
“I can’t fucking move,” she whispers.
“Good.”
“Not good. How am I going to get home?” She whines, sitting up on her elbows.
“I’ll carry you.”
She laughs. “You will not carry me all the way home.”
“Dare me?”
Her smile reaches her eyes. “Yeah, Officer. I dare you to carry me home.”
I tap her arms, and she lifts them for me to slip her shirt over her head. She slides off the counter, and I pull up her shorts,. pocketing her thong.
“What are you doing with my underwear?”
“Taking my trophy.” I hand her the pink bra from my kitchen floor.
She chokes on a laugh. “You’re too fucking much. Carry me home so I can go to bed boneless.”
“Your wish is my command.” I slip her into my arms, carrying her like a bride over a threshold.
The whole way to her house, I can’t stop thinking how absolutely fucked I am around this woman. Not only can she take whatever I dish out, but she dishes it right back.
“Is your door unlocked?”
“Mmhmm,” she mumbles, but her eyes are closed.
“That’s not safe, you know,” I warn, but she doesn’t hear me.
Slipping in through her slider doors, I stare at the ladder, questioning if I can make it up. Fuck it.
I take it slow, putting her in bed and covering her up.
“Thank you for taking care of me. James would never,” she mumbles, rolling over and snuggling into her pillow.
“Who’s James?” I ask, but I’m only met with soft snores.
I’m willing to bet James is the asshole ex who didn’t treat her right. And I’m going to find out just how badly she was treated, even if it risks letting Aubrey know how I feel about her best friend.
Because I’m fucking gone for this girl.