Chapter Twenty-Two
Taylor
My stomach feels like it’s hanging mid-air, like I’m on a never-ending roller coaster waiting for Todd to start going down on me.
It almost makes me wish I didn’t shave because then we wouldn’t have had to waste time on such a stupid conversation, so I guess he’s already succeeding in dismantling my internalized misogyny.
“Take your shirt off,” he says, pulling me out of my head. “It would be a shame not to play with your tits.”
The corners of my lips quirk. “Crying shame.”
He laughs, which is quickly muffled by my nipple in his mouth. My head falls back, and my jaw drops with a moan, but he doesn’t linger at my breasts. He kisses down to my bikini line and I hold my breath, anxiously waiting for his lips on my clit, but he takes a detour to my thigh instead.
“In case I wasn’t clear before, you really don’t have to get me ready,” I say.
He meets my gaze. “I’ve been wanting to do this for mon—weeks—let me enjoy this.”
I swallow hard. Did he nearly just say he’s been wanting to do this for months?
I’m so busy dwelling on that that my hips jerk off the counter when his tongue swipes my clit. “God, that feels even better than I imagined,” I say, leaning back on my forearms.
“Have you imagined this a lot?”
“Yeah . . . when I read I’ve wondered what it feels like.”
He doesn’t comment, just leans back in and really gives me a taste of what I’ve been missing out on over the years.
I’m panting and moaning as he works me to a fever pitch. Needing something to hold on to, my hand grips his hair of its own accord, and our eyes meet.
Now I get what he meant when he said he could come just from me talking about sucking his cock because the image of his head between my legs, gazes locked, is going to live rent-free in my mind for a long fucking time.
Eye contact—I gotta try that the next time. I wonder if it’ll send him like it’s sending me.
“You better not be thinking of anything other than my tongue in your cunt,” he says, his pupils blown.
“I was actually taking notes on things I want to try the next time I go down on you.”
“You can do that later, this is supposed to be all about you.”
“You’re so bossy in the bedroom,” I say under my breath as I lie back.
“This isn’t the bedroom, it’s the kitchen.”
I chuckle, but it turns into a groan as he flicks my clit again, taking me to the edge. Grinding myself against his face, I try to get more of something that my body knows it needs.
Knowing better than me, he adds two fingers and rubs them against my inner walls. I tense, my back arching as I lose all grasp of time and space.
“Fuck, me,” I say, staring at the ceiling as I come down from the high.
“Is that an invitation?”
I look at him as he stands, his cock tenting his boxers, and it’s like I didn’t just come all over his face. “Honestly, I’m game for anything right now.”
He studies me, his eyes washing over the length of my body. “Another time—soon. Right now you gotta call the Rangers.”
He offers me a hand, and I jump off the counter. I swallow my lips, feeling a little rejected.
He brushes my hair behind my ear. “Hey, I want to—trust me I do—but it’s your first time it should be special, not some quick fuck. Let me do this right for you.”
I nod, understanding his reasoning, but truthfully—for me at least—it’s gonna be special no matter what ‘cause it’s with him.