Page 63 of Chronicles of a Rockin' Mess

“Not anymore,” he says.

I raise my eyebrows.

He walks toward me until we are facing each other, only inches apart. He cups my face and looks intently at me. “What are you doing to me, little birdie?” he asks as his thumb rubs against my cheek.

“I…” I trail off as his face moves toward mine.

I close my eyes as I feel his lips brush against mine. I sigh, and he takes advantage of my mouth opening to swipe his tongue across my upper teeth before delving inside my mouth.

I allow him entry, my tongue tangling with his. He begins to back me toward his bed. I take off my shirt, breaking our kiss for a moment. I toss my t-shirt on the floor as he unbuttons my jeans. His hand skims across the waistband of my panties, and I shiver from the contact.

I shrug my jeans down my legs until I’m standing before him in only my underwear. I crawl back onto the bed and lean up on my elbows, looking at him under hooded eyes. His gaze is dark with need as he surveys my body. He sucks in a breath and pulls his shirt over his head.

“Damn, what I wouldn’t have given to have a girl like you in this bed ten years ago,” he says as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down with his boxer briefs to the ground. He fists his cock as he looks at me, and now I want him so badly, I don’t even know how to verbalize it.

“Cat got your tongue, little birdie?” he says with a laugh.

I nod and grin at him as he leans over me and kisses first my mouth and then my jaw. I feel his hands reach into the cups of my bra, pushing down the fabric so my breasts are pushed up, my nipples hard and beckoning. I don’t need to direct him, because he immediately leans down and sucks hard on one. I groan and arch into his mouth as his hot, wet tongue circles one before doing the same with my other.

I run my hands through his thick, wavy hair and press his head against my breast, seeking more.

“Is my little birdie impatient?” he asks with a chuckle as he moves farther down my body, licking and sucking. I’m now shamelessly writhing beneath him, tugging at his hair in desperation.

“Please,” I manage.

“Please what?” he asks as his tongue dances across my belly right above the waistband of my underwear. His one finger traces the lace edge of my panties at the crease of my leg.

“I need you,” I whisper.

“Where do you need me?” he coaxes.

“Lincoln,” I groan, my eyes flying open to look down at him. He’s looking at me intently as he continues to tease me.

“Say it,” he commands.

I close my eyes. I can feel the color rush to my face. A mere day ago, I was a virgin, and now he wants me to dirty talk? I feel like the training wheels just came off my bike, and I don’t know if I’m ready to ride without them yet.

“I…” I start.

“Yes?” he asks as his finger dips under the fabric of my panties, and I suck in a breath.

“I need your mouth there,” I say to him with my eyes still squeezed shut.

“Where?” he teases.

“You know where,” I say.

“Say it, Lark,” he says as he kisses my sex through the fabric of my panties. I know he can feel the wetness that now coats them.

“My…” I’m at a loss of words. “Pussy,” I finally say feeling so naughty saying the word.

He growls as I say the word and pulls my underwear to the side as he spreads my sex open and licks me. I cry out under his touch.

“Damn it, Lark. It makes me so fucking hard to hear you say that word,” he growls against my clit before sucking on it. My eyes aren’t just closed now, they are rolled back in my head. I grasp at his hair, tugging his face against my sex.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck my face. Take what you need,” he says against my entrance before I feel his tongue inside me. I do as he says and grind against his face. His nose hitting my clit as his tongue moves in and out of me.

“My clit!” I cry out. I’m so far gone that I have no shame now in telling him exactly where I need him because I am about ten seconds away from completely imploding on his bed.

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