Page 87 of One Little Lie
I’m blinking and panting, trying to catch my bearings, but he doesn’t let up. With my clit between his teeth, he flicks and tugs and flicks again just before he enters me with one long finger. He flattens his tongue and laves at me like a man dying of thirst in a rainstorm, and my body convulses around him.
“One.”
“Wh-What?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to finish that thought. My insides are still quivering when two long fingers explore my sex and enter me with no warning.
“I-I …”
“You’re going to come again, princess. This time on my fingers.”
My head is shaking no, but my body bends to his will. His fingers twist and turn, opening me to his every whim, and I feel the pull start deep in my belly before the first one has even fully subsided.
I have no words. I have no thoughts. All I can do is feel. Feel and watch as his gaze is laser focused on my every reaction. My body is hot, electric. I’m buzzing from head to toe. His touch is almost too much.
“Hatty …”
“Fuck, Rylan. Scream my name.”
“Halton.”
He pinches my clit so hard I see stars and doesn’t let up. It’s bordering on the verge of pain, and tears prickle the backs of my eyes.
“Myname, Verity. My. Fucking. Name.”
“H-Hatty,” I wail, and he releases my clit. Sensations flood my body, and the stars I was seeing before are replaced by full-on fireworks in vibrant shades of pink and blue. My back arches off the counter, and sweat slides down my body, the exertion of orgasms tiring me to the point I think I might blackout for a minute.
“Hatty. I’ll always be your Hatty,” he’s murmuring over me. Kissing my neck, my collarbone, my tits. His tongue leaves a damp path along my skin as he whispers words of praise. Just as I think my breathing is evening out, he sinks his teeth into the crook of my neck, and I scream out.
I’m like a live wire. Each new sensation sends sparks coursing through my over-sensitized body. I feel his cock notching at my entrance, and my hips lift on their own accord, trying to suck him in, but his hand on my hip holds me still.
Slowly. Painfully fucking slowly, Hatty guides his erection through my dripping sex. He repeats the motion, hitting my clit each time. Making me gasp. And starting the process all over again.
Leaning over me, he lowers his lips to mine. His gentle kiss is a stark contrast to the unbridled demands of his body. Strong hands glide up my torso, circle down my arms, and back in an erotic path that keeps my body keyed up.
He reaches above my head, and it forces him closer. I use the moment to arch into him and lick a line down his neck before sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
“Christ, yes,” he bellows.
We should be concerned about the noise. We should be aware of our surroundings. We should be doing a lot of things. However, at the moment, I don’t have it in me to worry about anything but getting this man inside of me.
Hatty leans back and shows me his fingers. A frown forms as I attempt to comprehend what I’m seeing. A thick, white cloud of something seems to be melting into his fingers. I crane my neck, trying to figure out where it came from. With my attention behind me, I don’t notice his hands moving lower until they’re on me.
My body automatically lurches forward as Hatty smooths something up and down the crack of my ass.
“Wh-What is that?”
“Coconut oil.”
The devilish smirk kicks up a notch, but he doesn’t lift his gaze to mine. His eyes stay locked on his fingers and what they’re doing. I gasp as one finger presses at the puckered hole, and I again try to scoot away. His hand clamps down on my thigh, holding me in place.
I’m terrified by how turned on I am. His finger continues to massage and prod, but never enters me. When he does finally lift his gaze, it’s filled with a hunger I’ve only ever read about. Lowering his lips to mine, he takes them in a possessive kiss, slanting my face with a hand on my jaw so he can devour my mouth. His tongue commands mine to submit, and it does because my mind is focused solely on Hatty’s finger circling my ass.
“Has anyone had you here?” he growls.
I cry out as his finger slips past the ring of muscle. I cry out a second time as he twists his hand and slides in deeper.
He’s stolen the air from my lungs as he moves closer, folding me up by bringing my legs to rest on his shoulders. His finger rims the tight muscle, and the slight pang of discomfort morphs into a new kind of pleasure.
