Page 49 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
“Stop. Megan,” I beg. “I don't want it to be like that this time.”
“This time?”
“Why are you doing this?” I ask her.
“Because I want to. I haven't had anyone for so long, and maybe Arla is right. Maybe I just need to get my frustration out of my system. Like this.” She suctions her mouth over me again and I jerk as pleasure shoots through me. “Your cock is so beautiful, Mr. Turner. “
“Stop calling me Mr. Turner,” I bite out. “It's Lance ... we ... are ... adults.” But now I want to fuck her. I so badly want to lift her up, turn her around, throw her against the sofa and shove myself inside her.
But she laps at my dick like its food she hasn’t seen in months. I love it. Her lips seal around the head and she sucks in long and deep.
Jesus. Christ. I want to warn her. I can't control myself. It’s the best head I’ve ever had. If she keeps up this pace, I'm going to shoot my load inside her mouth.
“Slower …” I manage to say, and put my hand on her head, trying to get her attention, but she sucks even harder, the mewls and sighs coming from her are dirty. I love those sounds. It’s like she's enjoying a delicious feast. I'm so lost in the heat of the moment that I forget to warn her. I shoot my load inside her mouth.
I feel so bad. When I raise my eyes to hers, she is triumphant, her lips wet and messy, her tongue darts out; streaked in white.
I blow out a breath. Where did she learn this? A trail of white trickles down the corner of her mouth. I wince and wipe it with my finger, but she sticks my finger in her mouth and sucks it.
She wipes her lips across my thighs and then puts me back into my clothing. I get another good look down her bra and I feel like a dirty old man.
Slumping back against the sofa, I try to get my brains and thoughts in check. “Let me do something for you,” I beg, desperate to devour her the same way. I want to sink my face between her legs and eat her all up.
“What did you have in mind?” she asks.
“The same,” I offer, but I also want to take things slow. To get to know her all over again. To not fall into lust headfirst, though it might be too late for that. I want to talk to her. I want to be her friend.
“I’m sticky between my legs,” she says, and my brain goes into overdrive. I let out an involuntary groan and frame her face with my hands. I want to taste her so bad. So fucking bad, it makes my cock hurt. I stroke her lower lip. But that can wait. It must, if we’re to do things slowly. “Dinner,” I say.
“It would be a feast for you,” she says, naughtily.
“I meant real food, at a restaurant, or a takeout.” She looks confused at this, and I continue stroking her lips, try to exercise restraint but it is barely there, hanging on by a thread.
“Why?”
“Because … because I would very much like to see you.”
“Why?”
To my dismay she stands up before I can answer and tucks in her blouse, wipes her lips with the back of her hands again. I look up at her with gratitude. My mind has been blown and I’m desperate to have more of her. If I’ve tried to stay away from this woman, it’s going to be near impossible now.
I can’t. I won’t.
I have to make things right for her, for what I did, for how I left but, fuck. I’ll never forget what she just did to me. My cock throbs and begins to come back to life again.
I want more. I want to strip her naked and fuck her hard. All night. I want to get rid of my pent-up frustration. “Because I want to get to know you all over again.” I mean it with my heart.
A knock at the door breaks the spell. I’m not sure if it’s my mind playing tricks, but another knock soon follows. Dread fills me as the thought slowly registers. The only other person that comes here is Vivian.
Chapter 19
MEGAN
The air is musty, spliced with a saltiness that hints of my actions.
Lance looks spent, as if I’ve drained the life energy out of him, which, technically, I just did. It’s empowering to know that I have taken him over the edge.
He wipes the corner of my mouth tenderly. I wonder if he thinks I'm a slut.
