Page 47 of Caught Up

I went back to worshipping her breasts with my mouth while my fingers traveled lower, unbuttoning her shorts and sliding the zipper down. With a tug, I had them moving, and she shifted her hips just enough for me to pull both her shorts and thong free. I dropped them to the floor beside me and leaned back, taking a moment to drink her in. She was stunning, from her large dark eyes all the way to the little rainbow tattoo on her ankle.

Digging in my pocket, I hauled out more quarters and turned halfway around.

“What are you doing?” Lauren asked.

“Creating a memory,” I told her, dropping the quarters into the machine and hitting go.

I swiveled back around, ducked low enough to hook her legs over my shoulders, and dragged her to the edge of the bench. I’d been thinking about doing this to her since the night at Velvet when I realized how turned on she was by the sight of another woman getting head, and without preamble, I dove down and buried my face in her pussy.

She sucked in a breath just as the first flash filled the booth. I grinned even as I ran my tongue through her folds, imagining the resulting picture. Then the taste of her hit me and all other thoughts fled from my mind. There wasn’t anything else to compare it to. Words like sweet, bitter, sharp, and musky came to mind, descriptors that most women didn’t want to hear, because they didn’tsoundlike they should taste good. But they fucking did.

Lauren’s slickness suddenly had me ravenous, and I groaned, pressing closer, sliding my tongue as deep as I could reach.

“Oh, fuck,” she said, sounding caught off guard. A hand hit my shoulder, bracing herself as she arched her hips. Another camera flash turned my vision white—this photo reel was going to beobscene.

I replaced my tongue with my fingers, driving them deep, hooking them forward until her soft cries told me I’d found herG-spot. All the idiot men out there who claimed it was a myth either hadn’t spent enough time asking their partners what felt good, or they didn’t understand basic anatomy.

I curled my fingers inside her in acome hithermotion and switched from the flat of my tongue to the tip, running it in a circle around her tight little bundle of nerves before flicking over it several times in quick succession.

“Oh my g—what are y—oh, fuck.” Her words ended on a moan.

Another flash.

I repeated the motions again and again, until words failed her entirely and she stopped moving, her muscles clenching up around me like her body was about to seize. A feeling of victory mixed with pride swept through me, and I picked up the pace, driving Lauren harder, faster.

She panted, nails digging through my shirt, thighs squeezing the sides of my face. A shudder ran through her. Her inner muscles clenched on my fingers. “Nic!”

It was all the warning I had before she came, her body wracked with shivers, legs clamping around me like a boa constrictor. Warmth flooded my fingers as I continued to pump into her. I shifted my tongue to the sides of her clit, knowing direct stimulation while coming could quickly become too much, and slowed my pace, easing her down from her high.

The camera flashed a final time.

I dropped one last kiss on her folds and glanced up to see Lauren looking absolutely wrecked. Her eyes were wild, chest heaving, lipstick smeared like she’d bitten her own lips to keep from screaming.

“What,” she said, “the fuck was that?”

I chuckled and gently thrust my fingers inside her, reveling in how wet she was for me. “Does that mean you forgive me now?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Tell me how you learned to do that, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“What? This?” I hooked my fingers forward again and stroked her until she moaned.

As tempting as it was to get her off again, I understood the advantage of leaving her wanting more, so I slowly slid my fingers free. I couldn’t resist one more taste of her, though, slipping them through my lips and cleaning every last drop of her off my skin. God, the taste of her was a drug.

She watched me with hungry eyes before her focus dropped below my belt. “Get your dick out.”

Her order nearly startled a laugh out of me, but I shook my head. Did I want her hands and tongue and mouth on me? Absolutely, but tonight was about her. Leaning forward, I helped her back into her underwear and shorts, one foot at a time.

“Please?” she said, the open need in her voice like music to my ears.

“Not tonight,” I told her, because I didn’t think I could stop at her sucking me off. I’d need more of her,allof her, and I wanted her to be able to scream in peace when I finally got inside her. “Lift your hips,” I told her, sliding her clothes up her legs.

She did as I asked, moving just enough that I was able to get them back in place.

Her eyes narrowed as she tucked her tits inside her bra. “Why are you being so nice? I remember you. Don’t try to hide from me, Junior.” Oh, so I was Nic when I was getting her off and Junior the rest of the time? “You were a grumpy bastard back then, and, judging by the way youdeath-glaredall the church biddies, you’re even worse now.”

If she only knew whatelseI’d done to the church biddies. “Maybe I’ve changed.”

She snorted. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

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