Page 25 of Duty Became Desire

We had gotten our friends drunk, but we second guessed how loud the music would be here, and just how horny those two were. By the third song, they were grinding relentlessly with each other and ended up leaving before we even knew what happened.

Without another word, Skylar took my hand and led me out of the club, quickly heading to the fresh air and her car.

“I want to show you something.”

“Sure, a surprise?” I asked.

“Mmhmm,” she answered, quickly starting up her car and heading down the street. She took a right and we entered Arizona, a trip that always made me laugh. Before I knew it, we were back down by the waters by a new piece of land development. She pulled up to the last house, right by the water, and got out, giving me her hand.

“What is this?” I asked, as she laced our fingers and went to the door, making quick work of the locks.

“A house I’m trying to sell. But I love it so much, I thought of buying it. It’s just so big for me.” She spun around the living room, her skirt lifting over the legs, and I just about lost it. “Isn’t it gorgeous? And literally, the backyard is the river.”

“Yup, gorgeous,” I told her, stalking over to her. She stopped in the middle of her twirl and looked at me, her brow raised.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking” I told her, shoving her up against the back door that looked out over the very river she seemed to love watching, “that we need to taint this house.”

“W…wh…at?” she stammered, and it was adorable.

I had way more naughty thoughts in mind, like fucking her against a wall, but this, this was far better. I turned her around, her face against the glass, then grabbed her hands and held them against the glass.

“Don’t you dare let go of that,” I warned her.

“Or what?”

“You don’t get to come.” With that, I fell to my knees behind her, running my hands over her legs, up her thighs, and over her ass. Her skin was soft, but warm, as if there were many of her own naughty thoughts rolling through her brain and it was all heating her skin up.

“Alec,” she hissed, “what are you doing?”

“Doing what I’ve wanted to do all night, since I saw you in this skirt.” I lifted up the material, seeing the piece of lace hiding her intimate spot. I ran my nose over it, inhaling her scent, and groaned. “Now, spread your legs so I can remove this.”

“Alec,” she moaned but did as she was told.

“I love my name on your lips.” I removed the material, shoving them in my pocket, and then pushed my way between her thighs, running my tongue lightly over her center. “You’re being such agood girl,” I rumbled, almost gasping at the wetness that flooded my tongue.

Someone had a praise kink and didn’t even know it.

With that, I swiped my tongue up and over her clit, rolling it around before drawing it lightly between my teeth. She whimpered and I felt her shake. I glanced upward, making sure her hands were over her head still, happy to see they were.

“Look at you, being my good girl, doing what I told you to do.”

“Oh dear…sweet..heaven…don’t stop.”

“Stop what?” I breathed against her clit, making her hips buck.

“Fucking hell, Alec,” she cried, almost dropping her arm.

“No, you wouldn’t want that. You like being my good girl. All wet, ready, just begging for that release.”

I didn’t give her a moment to pause or think. I dived my tongue right in, burying it as far as I could go while my thumb rubbed her clit. She squirmed even more, almost as if she was trying to run away from my onslaught. But I wasn’t going to let it happen.

I wanted these walls to echo her cries for years to come, even if the house wasn’t hers. It would be our dark secret, and fuck, it was enjoyable.

“You’re….killing me,” she moaned, her hands clenched tightly against the glass. I could feel her legs shaking around me and damn, it was heaven on Earth.

I slipped a finger into her wet cunt, the sounds of her wetness music to my ears.

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