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Blissful release crashes into me like waves over a shore wall. It immediately softens my entire body, making me sag into the bed. My limbs spasm, a raw scream pulled from me as he doesn’t stop, my back arches like a perfect rainbow as he sends me into a space where all I see is color.

The lapping at my clit continues through my first orgasm, I say first because now he slides his fingers inside me and pumps at my clit. It’s gentle at first, two fingers pressing against my sensitive inner wall but it doesn’t stay gentle for long.

He finger fucks me with his hand in a way he hasn’t yet done with his dick. It’s fast, well targeted, and because he hasn’t stopped licking at me, I’m already close to coming all over again.

I claw at him, frantically scratching his arms to keep him twisting and squeezing and pulling on my tit, clawing so he doesn’t stop fluttering his tongue against my clit or sucking my juices inside his mouth.

I’m a boneless, soaking wet mess in the middle of my bed. Time stands still as I’m at the mercy of this man’s tongue thrashing against my swollen and sensitive clit. I don’t know how much time passes, I’m a babbling idiot oscillating between stroking his hair and forehead as he eats me out and a poised band ready to snap.

When I do, there’s a gush of liquid but I’m too focused on the electric current of pleasure charging through my body as my wild screams turn scratchy and fragmented, my throat burning.

I hear his hum of approval though. “My girl’s a gusher.” At least I think that’s what he says, it’s either that or something about udders. But my ears aren’t working because all my energyis now being used to ride through this wave after wave of pleasure assaulting my body.

I might black out, or maybe my soul momentarily leaves my entire body and floats up into the air for a hot minute. He’s still slurping at my clit like he’s not done, but I can’t do it again, I just can’t.

I brace the heel of my hand against his forehead and shove. “Too… too sensitive, stop.” My words get tripped up on the sandpaper now in my throat, so I simply flap my hands at him instead.

He leans back, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “You don’t want to go for the hat trick? I’d love to make you squirt for me like that all over again, Athena. You’re so pretty when you come for me.”

I groan, my body getting little sparks of awareness as he praises me. I wave a hand in front of my body as I flop back onto the bed. I can’t.

“Let me clean you up, Bright Eyes.”

At least that’s what I think he says because he might be asking my shoe size.

I don’t have it in me to move to help him clean me up. So, I just lie there, waiting for my breathing to return to normal, waiting for my body to stop tingling all over, waiting for my limbs to check back in with me and assure me they’re still there.

At some point, I’m vaguely aware of being moved, but it smells like my Scott, so I just let him. The smooth, cool sheets envelop me, but before I get too comfy, he pulls me against his chest, nestling me against him. We fit together like perfect, slightly damp and sweaty puzzle pieces. I could stay this way forever.

CHAPTER 27

Scott

JANUARY 8TH

If we hadn’t all agreed to meet for tacos at Guac ‘n Roll, Athena’s family’s restaurant, I’d still be naked beside her. Actually, I’d be buried inside her to the fucking hilt. I want to make her make all of those dirty little noises again.

We came to the restaurant together, but no one needs to know that. There have been times she’s been here studying, and I’ve arrived to meet her brothers, and we’ve chatted while I’ve waited.

This is no big deal.

Except while I’m standing here, I want to tuck her hair behind her ear. I want to tip her head to the side so I can drag my teeth along the column of her neck and drag those obscene little moans from the back of her throat as she whimpers out my name.

Shit. Don’t get hard while waiting for your friends.

Hopefully the staff haven’t picked up on anything. Last thing I need is Abuelita’s sous chef knowing I railed her granddaughter last night. He’s a gossip.

“You’re staring.” Athena sips her fruit juice, pretending she’s not feeling it too. This unparalleled, animalistic, and damn nearuncontrollable need to strip off naked and stick our bodies together again. “They’ll know.”

“How will they know?”

“They’ll know, Scottie.” She glances over at her Abuelita in the corner of the kitchen but she’s looking the other way.

“How will they know?”

“Because you’re looking at me like I have the secret to eternal life.”

“Oh my god, do you?”

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