Page 93 of Outlaw Heartstrings
I nod, swallowing back the fractured sound that travels up my chest when Easton’s teeth softly nip at my throat.
Gently clasping my jaw, he directs my attention so I’m looking at him. “You sure you can do that for me? You sure you won’t make too much noise?” There’s a challenging smirk on his sexy lips.
I nod again, more vigorously this time.
“Good,” he whispers, and his fingers slide beneath the cotton of my panties.
“Oh my god…” I hiss out, as his hand begins to work. Stroking. Rubbing. Playing in my wetness.
Sitting side by side on the porch bench, Easton wrapshis left arm around my middle, cradling and massaging my breasts. His other hand is still between my legs, treating me to sensations I’ve never experienced before.
The whole while, my eyelids are pinched close, my lip is clamped between my teeth and I’m doing everything in my power to remain silent.
But then, Easton begins flicking my clit—back and forth, back and forth—with his thumb, and I break, emitting a primitive moan.
I snap out of the moment, instantly awash in guilt. “Shit. I’m sorry. I—”
Easton’s mouth covers mine before I can finish my apology, and I melt back into him once more. The man is playing me like an instrument. He knows exactly which cords to pluck and which notes to strike, and I’m helpless in the whole thing.
“Panties off, baby.” His whisper vibrates against my lips.
“What…?” I whisper back. My eyes blink open, meeting his.
“Take your panties off, Alba. I’m about to make you come.”
I want to argue with him. I mean—is shedding my underwear really necessary? I’m already on the edge. It won’t take much more work for him to get me there.
But his unwavering stare tells me to just follow his instructions. This man knows what he’s doing. He’s the teacher and I’m the student tonight.
Chewing on my lip, I ease off the bench, wiggling my hips to slide my underwear down my legs. Easton takes the damp scrap of fabric from my hand.
“Open,” he commands.
My eyes widen in shock.
“Open your mouth, Alba,” he repeats. “I can’t have you screaming and waking up the entire neighborhood in the middle of the night. Now open your mouth”—his eyes twinkle—“like a good girl.”
Fuck. I want to be his good girl. I want that so very much.
I do as I’m told and Easton shoves my panties inside my mouth, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The aroma of my arousal fills my head and a wave of tingles crashes through my body.
Before I’ve figured out what’s going on inside me, the man is on his knees, draping the blanket over his head and burying his face between my legs. I grind against his mouth and he devours me, holding nothing back.
A scream tears from my throat, but the sound is muffled by the wad of cotton in my mouth. My hands grasp at Easton’s head and I clutch a handful of his hair through the blanket, recklessly working my hips.
Oh my god. Yes.His mouth is on my pussy, kissing my nether lips just as passionately as he kissed my mouth only moments ago.
“Christ. You taste so fucking sweet, Alba.” His breathing sputters. “The sweetest girl with the sweetest pussy. How’d I get so lucky?”
He pulls my legs over his shoulders and his tongue parts my folds, spearing into the depths of my channel. He groans against me and the sound sends shockwaves through my entire system.
Fuck. I’m about to come.
My body responds by arching roughly. My head falls back against the glass of my living room window, my spine curves, my legs clamp around Easton’s cheeks. I fear I’mgoing to suffocate him but I’m not in control of my body anymore.
Instead of pulling away, Easton only flings the blanket to the floor, exposing me completely as he works me harder. He’s panting, groaning, like he’s getting as much out of this as I am.
Sweat pours down his face, plastering his dark, gorgeous hair to his forehead. My pussy is making these wet, sucking sounds that should embarrass me. But I’m so busy falling over the edge that I’ve lost all sense of decency.
