Page 64 of Maneater
“Rowan,” I whisper, but I can’t say anything else when he slides two thick fingers into me. My eyes drift shut as I moan with pleasure.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, sliding them back out and using that wet to circle my clit. “Who are you wet for?”
“You, god, fuck. You.”
He chuckles, and I’m rewarded for my admission when he slidesthem back in, harder this time, then crooks those fingers against my G-spot. My head falls forward to his chest as I groan loudly. His free hand moves then, tugging my hair until I look up, pulling another mewl from me at the bite of pain.
“Keep it quiet, Troublemaker,” he growls low. “Or I’ll have to stop.”
I shake my head, my eyes wide, the look probably desperate. His fingers continue to move in me, now at a slow, leisurely pace, like he has all the time in the world, like I’m not needy and desperate for him. “There are a lot of people out there. I wouldn’t want them to know I’m fingering a guest in here.”
I tighten around him, and I know he notices when his lips tip up in a smile.
“I knew you’d be a dirty girl,” he mumbles, bending his fingers, and my eyes drift shut as a small whimper leaves my throat. “You like that, don’t you? The thought of everyone knowing just what I’m doing in here to you?”
I’m overcome with need as the pleasure builds. As his lips move along my neck like he can’t help himself, his thumb starts to slowly and gently graze over my already swollen clit.
“Rowan,” I beg in a whisper.
“What do you need?”
I lick my lips, weighing my options, but land on the truth. “I need you,” I whisper.
“How?” A shiver runs through me. “How do you need me, baby?”
“I need you to fuck me,” I breathe, my hips moving against his fingers, his hand still in my underwear. A deep, pained groan falls from his lips, and my forehead falls to his shoulder.
“We don’t have time for all I want to do to you the first time I slide inside you, Josephine.”
I let out a noise close to a whimper, and in any other situation, I’d be embarrassed by it. But not right now. Not when Rowan’s fingers are inside of me, not when he’s talking so dirty to me.
“But,” he says, and my body goes still at the promise that hangs inthe single word. “But if you can be a good girl and agree to be quiet, I’ll lick this pretty pussy for you.” His thumb circles my clit.
“Yes,” I whisper frantically, my hips lifting, his fingers going deeper. “Yes, yes, please. I’ll be good.”
He lets out a guttural noise at my words, and I tighten around his fingers, then nearly squeal when he moves to his knees without warning, his fingers leaving my pussy and my panties, gleaming with my wetness in the low light, before he uses a thumb to pull the center of my thong to the side. Then he pauses there, kneeling before my cunt, taking me in. A smile stretches across his lips.
“Oh, I’m going to love when I can take my time with this,” he whispers reverently to himself before running a finger from my pussy to my swollen bundle of nerves. I watch as he uses his pointer and middle fingers to part me, and when he sees me, he lets out the sexiest, most pleased sigh. His breath hits my center, and I clench, my body begging for something to fill me. “God, you’re fucking pretty.”
“I need you to—” I start, unafraid to beg, but he shakes his head before sliding a finger inside of me.
“I already know exactly what you like, what you need. I already know your body better than you know it, and I’ve never even been inside of you.”
His thumb pulls my panties further over so his large hand can grip my thigh, and the sting from the fabric against my skin has the pleasure increasing somehow. But I can’t focus on that new development, because his head is lowering and he’s flattening his tongue, running it over me from the entrance to my clit. He lets out a deep rumble when he tastes me, the vibrations shocking through me and making me buck. But his grip on my leg keeps me in place, his fingertips digging into my soft skin.
When his tongue slides into me and I whimper, my head falls back to my shoulders as I try and catch my breath. The pleasure hits in lightning bolts, but I still need more. I move again, looking down my body at my skirt hiked to my hips, my thong pulled to the side byhis thumb, the rest of his hand holding my thigh open, his mouth working me as his fingers pump inside.
It’s all-consuming, the pleasure. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, so perfect and skilled, not like he’s done this hundreds of times to hundreds of women, but like he was trained on exactly whatmy body wants.Like he knows whatIneed, what I crave, and just how to give it to me.
He smiles around my clit as if he knows what he’s doing to me, and then crooks his fingers. His tongue flicks quick and light over my clit, and I know it’s going to be huge, I can tell. It’s the kind of orgasm you feel once in a blue moon, the one that washes your body with heat and cold at the same time, the kind that sends your body quaking.
And he knows he’s going to give it to me. His eyes lock onto mine as he continues fucking me with his fingers, and I can almosthearthe demand.
Fucking come, Josie. Come for me.
But he forgets that I like to win every game I play, especially the ones I play with him.
I lift one of the hands I’m using to hold myself up on the desk, moving it to the back of his head and holding him in place before I rock my hips, taking what I need. “Make me come, Rowan,” I demand.
