Page 74 of Wild Card
“Want to come on me?”
His eyes open and he looks down at me, his fingers running through my hair.
“We don’t have to. If it’s something that turns you off… That’s the last thing I want.”
“I’ve never tried it before, so I guess I don’t know until I do.” I take him in my mouth again, swirling my tongue over the head and his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Fuck. You’re such a good fucking girl when you do that, Scarlett. Your tongue is fucking magic.”
I use it on him again and he bucks forward, sliding deeper into my mouth, teasing the back of my throat before he pulls back, groaning my name as I take him again. He watches me, leaning back against the counter to brace himself as I continue, a series of curses and praises leaving his lips in rapid succession until he finally tells me he’s close, and I pull away.
“You sure about this?” His brow furrows with concern for a moment before I nod. “Fuck…”
I use my hand to take him over the edge, warm streams of him falling over my chest and neck as he grips the counter and curses. He’s still recovering when I dip my finger in a swirl of the frosting and come that’s running down over my nipple and lick it off my finger.
“Holy fuck, Scarlett.” He grabs me up off my knees and pushes me back against the counter behind me. “You can’t do that to me.”
I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I don’t get a chance to ask because a moment later his lips are on mine, kissing me roughly and forcing me to climb up on the counter as he steps between my legs.
“Fuck. Tasting me on your lips like that… I need more of it.” He leans down, his tongue flattening as he slides it through the frosting and come before he swipes it over mine. My stomach flips at how fucking hot it is, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“You like that?” he questions, his eyes searching my face.
“So much.”
He picks me up off the counter a second later, and I gasp. “Your hip.”
“I’m lifting weights heavier than you at PT. It’s fine.”
“Still.” I release the grip I have on him with my legs and drop to the ground.
“Still,” he echoes, glaring at me and giving me a small slap on the ass. “Go to my bathroom and take the dress off before I rip it off.”
I do as he asks, and he follows behind, flipping on the water in the huge shower that spans one of the walls in the room. One I’ve jealously cleaned before, hoping I could have the same someday. He watches me as I undress, and I can practically hear his jaw tighten when he sees I don’t have panties on.
“You’ve been bare this whole time?”
“Yeah. I had this whole little plan about bending over a desk in the library and asking if you could help me. But you had other ideas.” A wry smile crosses my lips, and his eyes darken.
“You do that again when you’re on a live, and I’m going to slide under the table and fuck you with my tongue. See if you can keep a straight face through it.”
“I know you meant that as a threat, but I hope it’s a promise,” I taunt him.
“Oh, it’s a fucking promise.” He strips his clothes off as he crosses the room, and I watch each piece fall to the floor. He’s already semi-hard again, and I raise a brow, one that’s returned in kind. “Turn around.” He presses on my hip, and I turn my back to his front as he moves us in front of the mirror.
He kisses the side of my throat as he looks up at us in the mirror, bringing his lips to my ear.
“Touch yourself while we wait for the water to heat. I want you wet and ready for me.”
I slip my fingers between my legs, sliding the pads of them over my clit and close my eyes at the sensation. Listening to the water and the sound of his breathing next to me.
“Nah, dirty girl. Open those eyes. Look at you covered in the frosting you made for me and my come. Your cheeks still fucking pink from sucking my cock. Touching yourself for me like this. You’re fucking gorgeous, and you need to see it.”
I open them again and the sight of myself like this, with his arm wrapped around my middle as his other hand slides over my hip makes me desperate to have him inside me. I can feel his cock grow thicker against my ass, and I spread my legs slightly as I bend forward, so he slips between.
“I want you to fuck me like I’m your whore.” His eyes come up to meet mine in the mirror, surprise, and lust in them. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
He nips at my neck and kisses me again as he closes his eyes like he’s contemplating it. His brow furrowing like he’s worried.
