Page 52 of Pick Six
I don’t know what to say to any of that, so I just close my eyes and pray that I don’t start falling apart immediately. Babbling about my crush or my fantasies again instead of just staying quiet.
“So you’ve been fantasizing about me at work too? Telling your friend?”
“I didn’t… I…” I can’t get out the words as he slides my blouse down, pulling the cup of my bra back, and sliding his tongue over my nipple.
“Don’t lie.” His teeth graze the tip.
“Fuck,” I curse. “Fine. Yes. She was goading me and so… fuck…”
He turns his attention to my other breast, and I have to grab the edge of the shelf, using it to brace myself. He pulls back smirking as he looks me over.
“And so you admitted you wanted… how was it again? Oh yeah… pinned down and fucked hard.”
“Something like that.”
He grins then, one so devious I swear I see his eyes flicker with it. Like I’ve just been locked in with the devil himself. A fact confirmed when he speaks a minute later.
“You’re not giving me a lot of time here, so we’ll have to improvise. But you’re gonna have to be a good fucking girl for me like you were last night and listen. You think you can do that?”
I nod, because he could tell me to jump off a bridge right now and I’d consider it.
“Good. Come over here.” He pulls me over to the elegant navy blue settee, and I look at him puzzled. “Take your panties off.”
“What? We’re in your parents’ home.” I can feel the apprehension flick its way up my spine.
He raises his brow like a threat, so I give him a doubtful look but lean over and comply anyway. I cringe when my fingers touch the fabric and remember what pair I’m wearing. When I pull them off, he reaches for them, taking them and holding the incredibly sheer lace Brazilian cut up as his eyes darken and shift to me. I’d purchased them post-divorce.
“You’re dressed like a fucking schoolteacher and have these on?”
“Last night was laundry night, and I spent it at your place instead of doing laundry,” I say defensively.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Alex
“Christ. Sit down,”I order her. She’s straightened her bra out again, but her blouse is still out of place, slightly disheveled, and I love the way she looks like this. When I’ve had my hands on her.
She hesitates as she looks back at the vintage couch but ultimately complies, nervousness flitting over her face as she does it. I kneel down in front of her a moment later, and the second I kiss her inner thigh, I feel my cock go so fucking hard it feels like the slightest touch from her would take me over the edge. I kiss my way slowly upwards, dragging my tongue, nipping her tender skin in intervals. It has her writhing in front of me, spreading her legs wider and wider like she’s so desperate she can’t stand it. Almost as desperate as I am to taste her.
“You need me to touch you?” I ask because I want to hear her say it.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to touch me. Please.” Her words are soft and so quiet, but they still feel like they echo in the room.
“I like how nicely you ask for things when you want me.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, nipping her gently one last time.
Then I run my hand up the inside of her thigh, parting her for me so I can see just how wet she is before I slide my tongue over her once. The way she responds, whimpering and spreading further for me nearly has her slipping off the edge of the couch. My heart pounds in my chest at the sight of her,my girlfinally spread out asking for me.
“You look perfect on this couch. Dressed like this, like you’re about to give me a lecture on how old it is and where it came from while I make you come on my tongue.”
I wrap my other arm around her thigh, helping to pin her in place and her fingers curl over the edge of the velvet cushion, closing her eyes as I go to take another long lick of her.
“Fuck… Alex…” she mutters and the sound of my name on her lips makes me want to take her here. Bend her over. Fuck her hard and raw until my name is the only thing she can say. But I have to go slower with her, playing this little game of give and take until she comes to me for it again and again like she did last night. Like she is now.
“Fuck, you taste like sin, Saint. I love this. How wet you get for me. How good you taste.” I brush my fingers over the sides of her clit, teasing her and she squirms underneath my touch, her hips canting with the movement and trying desperately to get more from me. I watch her for a moment, the way her lashes flutter, the sound of her breathing, and the way she pulls her lower lip up between her teeth.
