Page 43 of The Red Zone
He slipped his fingers out of me for just a second to peel off my bikini bottoms while I untied my top and flung it across the room. I shot him a scowl and he let out a huffed laugh as he kissed down the center of my stomach.
“If you edge me one more time I’ll die.” My words came out commanding.
“So, you’re saying I should do it one more time… for good measure?”
I shot him a scowl, but his only response was a sly wink.
My breathy moans grew louder and my thighs began to shake as he slid his hand between my legs and entered me with two fingers again, circling his thumb over my clit this time. I tried to hold off my orgasm, hoping to bask in the pleasure filled high for a little while longer—which was only slightly ironic considering what I’d just told October.
“If you keep moaning like that, I’m going to start thinking you don’t actually hate me.”
“Your arrogance is…” I tried to finish the sentence, but he curled his fingers inside me, placing pressure on my g-spot and any thoughts I had were lost.
“Massive.” He finished my thought for me. “So I’ve heard.”
I clipped my mouth shut as he slid down, kissing along my inner thighs eliciting a round of crazed moans from my lips. After a few seconds, he stopped moving completely and part of me wondered if I was dreaming up this entire scenario and it was finally time to wake-up.
“Why’d you stop?” I lifted a brow in question.
“Whenever you stop making your little noises… I stop.”
“Do you really need your ego stroked that badly?” I scoffed.
“I need more than just my ego stroked, March baby.” The wry smirk that seemed to be permanently smeared on his face was intoxicating to say the least. “But you can help me with the other half after you come for me.”
After placing a few small kisses against my slit, he began flicking his tongue against my clit in fast movements. I could hardly breathe as he brought me right to the edge of ecstasy. All it took was a few fast flicks of his tongue against my clit before my back arched and the force of my orgasm rolled through me at lightning speed. My vision was clouded by little white fireworks as my thighs clenched around his head.
By the time I slumped back against the pillows to see his face, there was already a beaming smile on his lips like he’d won the freaking League Bowl or something. I tried to tell myself it was because he’s been sex deprived for at least a few weeks now, if not longer. Though, I had a tiny feeling it had more to do with the fact that he’d just seen me in my most vulnerable state, shattering against his tongue as he sent me to another planet.
“Stop smiling. It’s a turn off.”
With a grin still on his face, October shifted up toward my face and bent down to press his mouth against mine. He parted his lips and I slipped my tongue into his mouth to deepen our kiss.
This felt like some sort of wet dream that I never thought would happen. Five-year-old me would be thrilled that I was kissing my then crush, but sixteen-year-old me? She’d pull a disgusted face at me and list off all the reasons I was making the worst decision of my life.
Twenty-five-year-old me, though? She wasn’t sure what to feel.
Part of me was in shock that this was even happening. I mean, October and I hooking up? If someone would’ve told me that two months ago, I would’ve laughed right in their face. Meanwhile, there was another part of me that was too caught up in the thrill of it all to care.
Our tongues danced together for a long while as I caught my breath. My legs felt like noodles and my head was still spinning. As our kisses grew more frantic, I reached down to his swim shorts and briefly ran my hand over his length before untying the small tie and pulling them down his thick thighs. His dick sprung out from his pants and I had to fight a gasp as I glanced down.
“Lea was right.” I muttered under my breath.
“What’d you say?”
“Stop asking questions and grab a condom.” I shoved him off to the side where he flung his legs off the edge of the bed and pulled off his shorts the rest of the way.
I swallowed the knot in my throat, trying to act casual.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a prude by any means, but I hadn’t been with someone of that—Caliber? Horsepower? Magnitude?—before. Needless to say, October was not most guys and I wasn’t sure whether I should be excited about it or completely terrified.
“You good over there?” he asked, rolling on the condom he pulled out from the nightstand.
I hummed my answer, though I’m sure my widened eyes and my lips which were crushed into a thin line were a dead giveaway to how I was really feeling.
He leaned over to kiss me again, moving so his body was on top of mine. His warmth and the firmness of his muscles as he brushed the hair out of my head and cupped my face was comforting and tantalizing all at the same time.
“Are you sure you want this?” His tone was gravelly as kissing me softly. I nodded with a small smile. “Say the word and we’ll stop.”
