Page 79 of All This Time
“Now’s the time to tell me if you don’t want this, Laney,” I grate out as our eyes lock. My hand moves straight toward her pussy, feeling the heat between her legs, finding her underwear soaked already. “But even if you did, I wouldn’t believe you.”
“Just shut up and make me come, Fletcher,” she snaps, spreading her legs.
Fuck me.
I drop to my knees in front of her.
“You have no idea what you’ve just asked for,” I say as I grip the sides of her thong and rip it in half. The gasp she lets out spurs me on as I lean forward and drag my tongue all the way through her soaking wet slit. “Are you going to set a timer, or shall I?”
She closes her eyes and drops her head back with a moan but doesn’t respond. So, I reach into my pocket, take out my phone and set a timer for three minutes, setting it on the desk next to her before parting her pussy and sucking her clit between my teeth.
“Oh fuck,” she groans as she buries one of her hands in my hair, the other braced behind her for support.
Time starts ticking, but I’m not even thinking about the constraint because tasting Laney’s pussy is like taking a drink of water after trekking through the goddamn Sahara Desert—it’s fueling me, replenishing something inside of me, reminding me why this woman caught my attention all those years ago and never left my mind, despite the distance between us.
“You’re so fucking wet, Laney. You like the idea of me on my knees for you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she says through a sigh.
“Do you realize how long I’ve wanted this?” Her head pops up and her eyes connect with mine. “While you’ve been hating me, all I’ve thought about is how to get you to see that I would gladly get on my knees for you to prove I’m not the asshole you think I am.”
She blinks a few times. “Fletcher…”
I slide two of my fingers into my mouth to wet them, and then slowly push them inside her, curling them toward me as she gasps.
“Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you come first, angel. But then we’re going to fucking talk and you’re going to realize that the last thing I could ever do is hate you back.” Before she can say anything, I drop my mouth back down to her pussy and continue to build her up with my fingers and my tongue. “Fucking hell, you’re drenched.”
Her body bucks under my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she pants, hands trembling in my hair.
I peer up and see her head thrown back again, her eyes shut, her mouth agape, taking in short breaths as I bring out every drop of ecstasy that I can from her body. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as I flick her clit with my tongue and that’s when I know she’s close.
“Come on my fucking face, Laney. Give me every drop.”
“Oh God.” Her head pops up again as she watches me swirl my tongue in circles and flick her clit over and over until she screams, her orgasm slamming into her as her pussy tightens around my fingers. I quickly reach up and place my free hand over her mouth, quieting her because I’m sure the entire salon heard her just now. And when the last tremor rushes through her, I release her clit with a pop, extract my fingers from her pussy, and lick them clean as I stand up.
We just stay there, staring at each other until the chime of the timer on my phone goes off. Smirking, I reach over and turn it off. “Now, why have you been ignoring me?”
Laney closes her eyes and shakes her head. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
“I believe it was your idea.”
She glares at me as she hops down from her desk and pulls her pants back up. “No, you brought it up, I just …”
I close the distance between us again and cup her face. “You wanted me to make you come. You can admit it.”
“Fine, I did. And I’ve been ignoring you because…Well? I enjoyed Friday night way too much, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.”
Irritation builds at my temples again, reminding me of the point I was going to make. “You know, you could have just responded to my messages to let me know that instead of leaving me on ‘read.’ I wasn’t sure if I should send out a search party for you or assume it would be another three years before we spoke again.”
“If you saw that I read your messages, then you knew I was fine.”
“True, but why couldn’t you just send something back?” I hate how desperate my voice sounds right now, but as I stand here and stare down into those hypnotizing eyes, my hand moves to her jaw before I stroke the skin right behind her ear. “Like thank you?” I drag my finger down the front of her throat now, loving how her breathing growsshallow each time I move my touch along her skin. “I’m still keeping count of those, you know.”
“Not sure why.”
“Because each one reminds me that you don’t entirely hate me.”
She sighs. “I don’t hate you, Fletcher…”
