Page 75 of Maneater
Shepouts. The womanpoutsthen, and my orgasm creeps closeras I grit my teeth to hold it back. The thumb from my free hand moves to her mouth, pulling on her lower lip until she opens for me. “No, I’m just going to come in here, if that’s okay with you. That’ll be just as pretty.”
She nods prettily, squirming as she kneels before me. She’s desperate, a state I’ve seen her in before, but this time it’s different. She’s not desperate to come; she’s desperate formeto come.
Without hesitation, I move my hand back to her hair, tugging her head to my cock and fucking her face once again. “When I come,” I say through ragged breaths. “Hold it, you hear me? I want to see my cum on your tongue, Josephine.”
Her eyes widen and she nods, and that’s what does it, what has me gritting my teeth and biting back a loud grunt as I come in her mouth, the pleasure too much, too consuming, that all I can do is watch her wide eyes, her lips wrapped around me and thank whatever universe continued to bring us together until we finally got the hint.
When I’m able to come back to myself, I pull out of her mouth. “Show me.”
She opens her mouth, and I see it there, my cum pooling on her tongue. I’ve never seen anything prettier. I let out a deep growl, and I watch as she fights back one of her own. I believe in my bones that this woman was made for me in every sense of the word, especially in this moment when she’s getting off on my pleasure almost as much as I am.
“What a fucking good girl you are,” I say, stroking a finger down her cheek, then moving to wrap my hand around her throat. “Swallow now, baby. Let me feel it.”
She does, and beneath my palm, I feel her throat muscles work, swallowing me down.
Finally, I tuck myself back into my pants, utterly pleased that she stays on her knees while I do, before I bend and help her up to her feet. I can’t resist dipping a hand around her breast, feeling its warm weight in my palm and tweaking the nipple before fixing her bra top. Next time, I’ll have my lips there. Next time, I’ll ensure we have allthe time in the world, not a single distraction to divert us. In the meantime, I take a step, pinning her to the wall and lowering my lips to hers.
“You don’t have to kiss me,” she whispers quickly against my lips before I can actually kiss her.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You came in my mouth, Rowan. I don’t expect you to kiss me.”
There’s an embarrassed laugh that tells me everything I need to know about the assholes she’s been with before, and the need to erase it from her takes over. One last time, my hand moves to her ponytail, gripping it and positioning her face where I want her before I press my lips to hers. Not a peck, but a deep kiss that tells her everything I’m feeling, the gratitude for what she gave me, and the need for even more. I slide my tongue into her mouth, tasting the mix of us there, and I groan into the kiss, deepening it further. Her hands grip my neck, and we stay like that for a long moment before I finally pull back, resting my forehead on hers.
“It’s an absolute honor to taste myself on your tongue, Josie. To know how it got there, that you trusted me enough to give me that? It means everything to me.” Her eyes go soft, and I know it was the right thing to say.
After a moment, my hand moves to her hips, fingers playing at the edge of her shorts. I want to make her feel just as good as she made me feel.
“We don’t have time for me,” she whispers with a shake of her head and a small smile.
I check the time on my watch and see there are just a few minutes before her class starts. Even though instructors aren’t supposed to let guests join classes late, they can make an exception if I request it.
“I’ll make time,” I say, but she shakes her head.
“No. No, I’ll wait. It’ll be better if I have to wait. Plus, the scales are still unbalanced between us. I can’t have a three-to-one ratio.”
My lips find her neck, and a shiver rolls through her before I move up, nipping her ear and whispering there.
“If I have my way, that ratio will continue to be wildly uneven, Josie. Once I get you naked beneath me, you’re going to come so many fucking times you’ll lose count.” Her breathing hitches, and I push my hips into hers, my cock starting to harden once more at the mere promise. “Only then,” I say, my lips moving down her neck as I take in her uniquely Josie scent there. “Only after I’ve made you come a dozen times am I finally going to slide into your pretty pussy and drag another dozen out of you.”
“Oh god,” she whispers.
Suddenly, I’m seeing the value in making her wait, in dragging out the anticipation. Still, I don’t plan to drag it out much longer.
“Even if I have to tie you to the bed so you can’t run off on some secret mission and throw our phones into another room.” Her body tightens just a bit, and I let out a low, rumbling laugh before running my tongue over the skin of her neck. “Why do I feel like you’d like that? Me tying you up and not letting you go until I’ve had my way with you.”
“Because I would,” she says. “Tonight?”
My mind rolls through my schedule, and I let out a defeated sigh, remembering my meeting with the inspectors for the new resort tonight. As much as I’d like to skip every meeting today, this one is particularly important to stay on track for the opening.
“I’m busy tonight. A call I can’t miss.” I huff my disappointment into her neck before pulling away and looking her in the eye. “But tomorrow night. Me and you, all night. Mutual satisfaction. Many times over.”
Her head lifts, heavy eyes looking at me before she speaks. “I feel like you need to at least wine and dine me first,” she says with a taunt in her words.
I smile, loving that I never expect her not to argue with me on every little thing. Except, it turns out, when I’m fucking her face. Then she’s pretty good at following instructions, it seems.
“Dinner? Dessert?”
