Page 89 of Maneater
But I don’t want him to stop.
In fact, I’m liking this new game, liking that he thinks he’s going to win so easily. And even more, I like the idea of proving him wrong.
“Never,” I say in a whisper, a seductive smile on my lips, the man-eater in the word.
Somehow, in my heart of hearts, I know none of this matters. He’s having fun, and this is just another game of ours. He’s not actually trying to force anything out of me. Somehow, I know this is a competition for both of us to see who can hold out the longest.
And I love winning. Not to mention, I’m really the one winning right now. I hold onto that thought as a third thick finger slides into me, stretching me deliciously before slowly gliding in and out. My pussy tightens around him, already eager for what I know I’ll be getting later. My head tips back, my eyes drifting shut as I let my body take what he’s giving me. My hips move in tiny thrusts in time with his movements, and I moan loudly, really playing it up.
He lets out a low “fuck,” and I know I’m doing well when I look and see him staring at me with heated eyes, clearly as turned on by the pleasure he’s giving me as I am receiving it.
This isn’t too bad. In fact, I bet I’ll win in no time. When his thumb joins once again, rubbing intent circles over my clit, another orgasm hits, and I call out his name as I come around his fingers, my second of the night.
Once more, the pleasure comes quick and flows through me like a wave, but before I can completely ride it out, he’s gone, removing hishand and leaving me feeling…unsated. My eyes snap open to look at him, and there’s a broad grin on his lips.
He knows.
He knows exactly what he just did, what he’s doing to me.
He’s having fun.
“Rowan,” I whine.
“What’s wrong, Troublemaker?”
“I need…” I shift my hips, dying to close my legs to get some kind of friction, only to be frustrated when I remember I can’t.
“You thought I’d really just make it that easy for you, Josie?”
I kind of did, if we’re being honest.
He sees that look on my face and smiles a devilish smile once more before moving to bend over the bed, his face just inches from my pussy. His fingers start playing again, soft, gentle caresses that slide through my wetness before he lets a slow breath out, the wisps of it coasting along me in a delicate torture.
“Can I kiss this?” he asks low.
“God, yes, please,” I whisper, then watch as his head dips down. His tongue is hot and wide and wet as it takes one long swipe along me, the tip of his tongue dipping into my center just a bit before sliding up and over my clit. When his lips circle it, he sucks gently over the oversensitive bud, and my back arches off the bed.
But other than these small shifts, I can’t move, and suddenly, I’m feeling the full brunt of what that entails. I can’t use a hand to press his head to me, can’t wrap my legs around his back to get the angle I want. I’m open and at his mercy, unable to move. I never thought this would be something I would like, but right now, right here, with Rowan the one holding all of the power, I fucking love it.
“Oh, fuck, Rowan.”
He pulls back to look up at me, that wide, taunting grin across his lips.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this a fuck of a lot,” he says in a groan before moving his face back to my pussy. My hips try to roll as his tongue moves against me, as he slides a finger deep into me, making me scream as bolts of pleasure strike through me. It seems the fewtimes we’ve been intimate, Rowan has learned a lot about my body and what I need, because somehow he avoids giving me exactly what I need to tip over the edge. He alternates between short, hard sucks at my clit and fluttering teases across it, to fucking my cunt hard with his fingers, to simply pressing against the spot inside me that makes me scream. His head moves back, those fingers deep and still inside me, his face wet with me.
“Are you going to tell me?” he asks.
I smile despite it all.
“I have nothing to tell,” I say in a whimper. He smiles then, dipping down to continue eating me with a fervor, this time giving me everything I need with such precision, I know it’s intentional.
I can’t take it. I’m falling over the edge with his name on my lips as the white-hot orgasm slices through me. I anticipate the relief it brings and the moment of sanity I’ll feel when it passes with bated breath.
Except it doesn’t come.
Rowan doesn’t stop.
Instead, after my first orgasm rolls through me, his mouth latches on to my clit, two fingers fucking me hard as he continues to suck and lave at my clit on a mission.
