Page 61 of One Little Mistake
Oral sex is generally a nonstarter for me. I get too caught up in my own head.Has he been trying too hard? Am I making too much noise? Why is my body making those noises? Is it normal to be this wet?
His tongue pauses on my clit, and I suck in a deep breath. He flicks it once, twice, three times before he replaces it with his fingers.
“Tell me what’s happening in your head?” he orders while his fingers play a banjo chord over my most sensitive nerves.
I can’t think. I heard his words, but I can’t make mine come.
“Fuck me, Lexi. I love how wet you get for me. I love the sounds your pussy makes sucking me in because you’re dripping for me.Ifucking do this to you. I could do this all goddamn day,” he growls right before he dives back in, this time using his teeth.
It’s like he has a direct line to my heart and mind, and I can’t take his honesty anymore.
“I-I need you to kiss me,” I demand. Anything to get him to stop talking. If I’m not careful, he’ll talk his way right over my walls and implant himself permanently in my heart.
“Oh, sweetheart, I do love it when you’re demanding. Your wish is my command.”
His lips land on mine, and I can taste my arousal. Suddenly it feels too real. Too personal. Too much. I claw at his belt buckle, and he pulls back to watch me.
“I wanted you to come on my lips, Locket. I’m not done with you.”
I can’t give in to him, and I can’t walk away. Once again, my body and mind are at war. One of these times, the fight will actually kill me.
Frantically, I claw at his pants, but my hands are shaking too much to get them down.
“Hey? Lexi, wait. Wh—”
When my trembling hands finally wrap around his shaft, his words die on his lips. His hips jerk reflexively, and I lick his first drops of pre-cum. Easton is salty and rich.He tastes like the man I’ve come to lo—
My train of thought sends me spiraling, and I gag when his cock hits the back of my throat. Tears fill my eyes, and I’m thankful Easton will think it’s from the size of his dick.
I should know better, though. Easton knows me. He sees me like no one ever has, so I’m not surprised when he hauls me to my feet and holds me close.
“Sweetheart? What the hell? What is happening in that head of yours? Did I push too hard? I-I …”
“No, no,” I sob. I don’t want him to see me, though, so I bury my face in the crook of his neck.
“Lexi.” His voice is loud but not harsh as he pulls me back and holds my face in front of his. Under his inspection, I feel my walls crumbling, so I do the only thing I can think of. I ask him to make me feel.
“Please, Easton. Just, please?”
“Please, what? What do you need?” he pleads, and I fear my brokenness is already tearing him apart.
“Make me feel like I’m not broken,” I gasp. “Just for a minute, make me feel like a mistake you won’t regret one day.”
It’s not a fair request. I know it’s not, but my insecurities have taken over my brain, and for one more night, I just want to pretend. Pretend I can be his. Pretend I can live a happy life. Pretend I’m not alone in a room full of people.
“Are you okay?” The sincerity and fear in his eyes make it hard to breathe.
“Yes. Yes, just, please,” I whimper because I’m unable to say anything else.
“Oh-okay,” he says hesitantly.
Feeling as if I ruined the moment, I attempt to back away.
“We-We don’t have to—”
Easton stops me before I get a whole step in. “I will always want you, Lexi. Always.”
He backs me up to the desk and carefully lays me down. Stepping in between my legs, I see he’s still unsure if I’m okay.
