Page 113 of Play Fake
“You taste so fucking sweet. I’d be begging to have it back too if I thought I’d never get it again.” he says the words in between licks, and I close my eyes again. The feeling of his tongue against every sensitive nerve ending I have, the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne, all bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Mackenzie.”
The sound of my full name on his lips has my eyes snapping open, and I’m immediately met with his. He slides two fingers slowly inside me, stretching me only to have me tighten around him again.
“I need you,” I confess quietly.
“I know.”
He flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit as a quick tease, and I rock forward grabbing his shoulder to keep from losing the tentative balance I have on the edge of the mattress. His fingers bite into my hip, steadying me. And then he lets go of whatever restraint he’d had up until this point, his tongue sliding over me in a steady rhythm, while his fingers curl and stroke a steady beat inside me, turning me into a mess of want, moans and sweat.
“Waylon, please,” I beg him even as I crash against my orgasm, and my hands bite into the quilt.
He releases me, letting the cool air hit my damp skin, and I can hear the sound of his heavy breathing as he bows his head between my legs.
“Holy fuck,” he groans.
I fall back on the bed, wasted and feeling like I might just fall into oblivion. I take deep breaths, trying to get the oxygen back into my lungs.
But I’ve barely started to think straight when he gives me another whisper-light stroke of his tongue against my still pulsing clit.
“Waylon,” I protest, and I swear I hear a small laugh in return.
“Again,” he rasps.
“I can’t,” I argue.
“I believe in you,” he kisses my inner thigh and then resumes the rhythm he’d had before.
I start to tell him in earnest to stop. That I’m not the kind who can come multiple times in a row, but before I can say anything, I feel the heat curling through me again and pooling where his tongue meets my flesh.
“Fuck,” I curse, half in amazement and half in disbelief at his talent.
He pulls me closer, licking and sucking my flesh like he might devour me whole, and I rock underneath him, chasing a second release. I can feel the edges of it, nearly taste it, but not quite reach. I take a deep breath in my frustration, and his hands massage my hips and thighs in response.
“Give me one more taste, sweetheart, please. Make this my favorite song.”
His tongue picks up an impossibly faster rhythm, and I suddenly become aware of the song again, the crashing sounds of the drums, and Billy’s voice belting out a promise of getting on his knees every night. The wrongness and rightness of everything about this moment takes me over the edge, and I come hard, and uncontrolled in my desperate need for his mouth. I muffle my cry with my hand, suddenly aware again my roommates could come home at any minute. And then I collapse exhausted against the mattress.
“Holy fuck,” Waylon has made his way off the floor and climbed onto the bed next to me, his hand brushing over my abdomen. My body feels like jello, and my skin is so hot I feel like I could catch fire.
“The way you come against my mouth is the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life. Nearly came just watching you. I’m going to need this every single night for the foreseeable future.”
I laugh softly, nervous now I’m so hyper aware of him, and eager to get the focus back off me, I roll to my side and reach for the top button of his pants.
“Your turn,” I whisper, and place a kiss on his chest.
His hand lands on top of mine, stilling my movement. “It can wait. Catch your breath.”
Billy’s voice starts up again, and I laugh, “In any case…”
I stand and go over to the playlist. Turning the song off and letting the sounds from the street creep back into the room. I turn around, leaning against the desk to see him stretched out on my bed shirtless with a sheen of sweat across his body that highlights every sinewy stretch of muscle.
“I was just getting to like that one,” he fake-protests the action.
“That was...” I shake my head.
He stands up and makes his way over to me, leaning over and caging me against the desk, taking a long draw off my mouth before pinning me with his eyes.
