Page 46 of Personal Foul
“This pep talk sucks,” he interrupts me, eyeing me like I’m treading on thin ice.
“But you are more talented. He just has more years on you. It’s not a fair comparison. And even if I had a choice, you are the one I would pick to take home every single time.”
“Why?” He gives me a stormy look, and I can tell the question is a genuine one. I can’t honestly believe I have to answer it.
“Because. You’re clever and funny. And I like the way you argue with me. The way you don’t give up or back down. And I think Liv was right, underneath it all you are kind of a softy.”
“A softy? Gee, thanks.” He rolls his eyes off to the side and finishes his drink before setting it down.
“I mean that you’re sweet when you want to be. It’s a good thing. It’s a surprising thing, but a good thing.” I smile at him, and climb into his lap, kissing him softly.
“I thought you liked me because I was an asshole and good at making you come,” he mutters against my lips.
“I like you because I likeyou,” I say, kissing him no sooner I say the words because I realize what it sounds like andfuck,I have had one too many shots if I’m confessingthat. It doesn’t work though because he pulls away and runs his fingers under my chin, making me meet his eyes.
“You like me, huh?” A little smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, and his eyes dance with something I can’t quite read. “Is this a like-me like-me, or like a I’ll-tolerate-you like me?”
The way he looks at me makes the butterflies in my chest flutter and twist. I need to be so careful with this man. I need to remember who he is and what he is to me; a friend, a fun time, really good sex, but not an anchor. If I don’t remember that, I’m going to get swept away and that’s something I can’t afford. This hateship is for this trip, while we live in this alternate winter wonderland in the mountains, and I need to remember that.
And I know the perfect way to remember. My hands go to his belt, and I start undoing it and then the button and his zipper, all while he holds my jaw, and his brow goes higher with each step.
“I really like certain parts of you. Certain parts I might even get on my knees for.” I try for a vixenish grin, but he just holds my gaze.
“Are you trying to distract me from the fact that you just told me you liked me with a blow job?”
“Is it working?”
“You just offered to put your mouth on me. Something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. What do you think?” He gives me a little grin. “But I don’t want you to do something just to distract me.”
“I want this.” I pull at his waistband and start to lower myself from his lap. “So tell me to stop if you’d rather not.”
He loosens his hold on my chin and lets me go, as I try to make the trip to my knees as graceful as possible in heels I don’t normally wear. I slide between his legs and pull him out, stroking him once because he’s already hard for me. Something that gives my ego a little kickstart, because being at a party like this with so many gorgeous women really puts you in your place. Especially around men like East who can have their pick.
I lick the little bead of precum that forms at the tip and tease him with my tongue before I look up at him again. His eyes search me, looking for something, and I give him a little half smile. His fingers slide along the edge of my jaw and his thumb runs over my lower lip.
“I like you, Princess. A lot,” he says quietly.
I have no idea what to say to that or even how to feel, so I take him in my mouth instead. I run my tongue along him and use my hand to help work him over. Because he’s even bigger than I remember, and I always feel like I’m out of my depth with him. I glance up and his eyes are closed, a small wave of relief washes over me at not having him watch me for a minute. To just be able to watch him as he rolls his lip between his teeth and a low moan rumbles out of his chest.
If you had asked me if I would ever get on my knees for this man, I would have laughed so fucking hard, and yet here I am. Because I want to be. Because he’s oddly sweet to me, giving me things that I don’t even know I want until he does. Because our hateship does feel a little real even if I want to deny it. A thought that spurs me on and makes me pick up my pace with him.
“Oh fuck…” he groans as his hands thread through my hair. “Christ. Your mouth, the way you use your tongue like that. My god. You’re so fucking good.”
He’s found his words and they melt through my body, making every inch warm with want for him, and pooling low as I take him a little deeper.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Little bird… Fuck. You weren’t supposed to know. I call you that in my head sometimes instead of Princess, but I know you hate it when I call you names. Jesus, fuck, I can’t think straight. I’m sorry.”
I stifle the little laugh of amusement at his stream of consciousness. We can talk about the nickname later, but I think I might like it. I might even like the way he calls me Princess. I might like everything about this man. I use my hand to stroke him a little more roughly.
“Yes. That’s fucking perfect. Harder, just like that. Fuck. You suck like a fucking goddess. Sosofucking good.” His fingers tighten in my hair, and I suck a little harder.
His breathing is heavier and his breath stutters as I run my tongue over him again. The sounds and feel of him make me want him more than I think I’ve ever wanted anyone. I just want to make him come so hard he can’t forget it. Can’t forgetme. So I take him even deeper, letting my tongue cradle him in the process.
“Fuck, Princess. You take me so fucking deep, and I can’t. I can’t like this. You’ve…” His body tenses under me as the words are ripped from his mouth, and I use my hand to stroke him faster until I can feel him pulse. I feel the warmth of him fill my mouth and taste him on my tongue. I swallow and wipe the corner of my mouth, taking a second to try and right myself.
When I look up at him, he almost doesn’t even look like himself. Some combination of stupefied and surprised, his normal cockiness stripped down to the bare bones. He tucks himself back into his pants just before he leans forward and pulls me up into his lap.
“That was so fucking good. Good isn’t even the right word. I don’t have one. I’m not kidding when I tell you I can’t remember ever coming that hard. You fucking kill me.” He looks at me like he’s never really seen me before.
