Page 74 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
“But I’m ready for my dessert.” He licked his lips, his eyes at half-mast.
It reminded me of when I saw him in the weight room getting his dick sucked. And that thought shouldn’t have turned me on, but god, it did.
“Am I your dessert?” I asked, moving my hand down his chest. I pinched his right nipple between my fingers and twisted. He cursed under his breath, and I laughed.
“Mmm. I bet you taste good.” He grabbed my chin and traced the seam of my lips with his tongue. I opened for him, and he sucked on my tongue, groaning as I ground my hips against him, needing more. “I would lick you clean.” His fingertips brushed my clit. “From slit to crack.” His finger circled my other hole. I was having trouble breathing. “Every. Last. Drop.”
He dipped his head, snatching a nipple between his teeth, and I moaned, my knees buckling as he sucked one breast into his mouth and bit the fleshy underside through the cotton. My nipples strained against the fabric, tightening almost painfully.
He lifted his head, and I looked at him through a lust-filled haze.
“What do you want, Evie?”
You. “I want your fingers and lips and tongue.” I rubbed against him, practically dry humping his leg like a dog in heat. I had no pride.
His hands coasted down my sides and under the T-shirt. His fingers skimmed the waistband, and he looped his thumbs in the sides. “Do you want me to suck you and lick you? Shove my fingers and tongue inside you and make you come so hard that your pussy will clench around me, and I’ll taste you on my tongue for days?”
Yes, yes, yes, I wanted it. I nodded.
Rough hands pushed the cotton down my hips and over my thighs. The briefs pooled at my ankles, and I kicked them aside.
Ridge stood up from the stool, knocking it to the ground. Bending down, he grabbed the backs of my thighs and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he spun us around and propped me on the edge of the counter. Then he swept his arm across it and sent dishes clattering to the floor.
I threw my head back and laughed, feeling slightly unhinged. “You have a perfectly good couch.”
“I told you I was ready for my dessert, and this is where I eat.”
He pressed his hand on my lower stomach, forcing me onto my elbows. Then he wrapped his hand around my ankle and kissed the arch of my foot before he planted it flat on the counter. Ridge kneeled before me and draped my other leg over his shoulder, and I was spread out for him like a freaking dessert buffet.
My body quivered with anticipation. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. All I could think about was what he could do with his tongue and fingers.
“Look at this beautiful pussy.” He was eye-level with it. “So pretty and pink. You keep it bare?” His eyes met mine.
I gave him a little nod, wondering if he liked that or not. Why should I care what Ridge McCallister thought about anything at all?
“It’s fucking perfect.” The pads of his fingers skimmed through my slick folds, gathering my wetness, and he brought his fingers to my lips and traced them. “Suck,” he commanded. “Taste yourself.”
My mouth opened on command, and he slid his fingers inside, groaning when I sucked on them, my cheeks hollowed. I decided he needed to be punished for putting me on display like this. I sucked his fingers dry, making a big show of it, and let out a low moan. “Just imagine how it would feel to have my lips wrapped around your hard cock.”
“Oh baby, I do. All the time.”
“I bet you’d love it if I sucked on you… licked the cum off the slit and took you deep inside… so deep you’d be touching the back of my throat.”
He adjusted himself in his shorts, and I smirked, but it quickly fell off my face when he dipped down and took the first taste. Holding my gaze, he flicked his tongue over my swollen clit, and I jerked off the counter. One thick finger slid inside me and then another, and I watched with hooded eyes as he feasted, fucking me with his skilled fingers and tongue.
It was too much. Him. Us. It was all too much. And I was scared that I was falling but too powerless against his merciless tongue to stop it.
“What do you want, Evie?” His fingers stilled.
“This,” I panted, writhing on the counter. I was so close. I reached down to touch myself, but he batted my hand away.
“I’ll give you what you want when you say please.”
I pressed my lips into a flat line, determined to hang on to my pride. To punish me, he withdrew his fingers, and I let out a whimper, aching at the sudden loss. Oh god. I squeezed my eyes shut. Was I really going to beg? My clit was throbbing, and I was so wet it was dripping down my thighs. I needed his fingers and his tongue. I needed it so badly that I caved. “Fine. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me with your fingers and tongue,” I gritted out.
