Page 7 of Swipe for a Cosmo
“I never said that,” I say, feeling hot and reckless and wanting. “Unless you want to…” I pull at my bottom lip with my teeth I as give his jeans a gentle tug. He growls.
“Only thing I came in here wanting to do is push you up against that counter right there and have myself a taste of what you’ve got hidden under that dress.”
I gasp at that thought. “I don’t…I don’t think anyone’s ever…” I can’t get the words out. I want it, but I’m also nervous. I’ve never had a man go down on me before.
“Then I’ll be the first.” Heat flashes behind his eyes as he walks me backward until we land against the vanity and he lifts me up, the ease of which he does it turning me on even more than I already am. Keeping his eyes on mine, he tugs my dress up to my knees, then places his warm hands against my thighs, fingers moving cautiously against my skin. “You want this, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, nodding as nerves twist inside my belly while he lowers to his knees in front of me, pushing my dress up even higher until he’s got a good view of my black lacey panties.
“These wet for me, darlin’?” He presses his fingers against my seam on the outside and his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck yeah, they are.”
“That feels ridiculously good,” I gasp, feeling like I’m about to combust just from a little external over the clothes petting. I’m so keyed up that I’m like to explode the moment his mouth meets my sex. Is there such a thing as premature ejaculation for women?
“I agree,” he murmurs, pressing a little harder as I breathe a little heavier. “I’m salivating at the thought of getting my mouth on you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His eyes lift to mine, dancing and on fire—much like my nerve endings and my body—before he shifts his fingers to the waistband of my panties. “I had a feeling you were mine the moment you walked in this bar,” he rasps as he drags them down my legs and spreads me wide, licking his lips as his gaze lowers. “But now I’m certain.”
I want to respond. I want to question his words, ask him what he means by ‘mine’. But the moment his mouth hovers over my apex and his tongue flicks out to tease my clit, I don’t even have the letters of my name available to me, let alone enough words to string together a whole sentence. All I have the ability to do is make a long, drawn-out sound. “Ohhhhhhhh.”
He moans in response, swiping his tongue through my seam, probing my entrance before dragging it back up and circling my clit. My eyes turn in and my entire body shakes as he alternates his movement and pressure, teasing and tantalizing. Just as I think I might pass out from the pleasure, he puts all of his focus on my clit, swirling and sucking until a guttural groan escapes me and my head falls back and taps against the wall, my body arching and shuddering as my release flows out of me.
“Oh, God.Kellllllleeeennnnnn!”
My hips buck and his tongue keeps flicking, dragging every strain of my orgasm out of me until I feel like I’m about to fall on the floor in a heap of boneless flesh.
“You taste even better than I hoped,” he rasps as he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh and gets to his feet, using my panties to wipe my juices off his face before he slides them into his pocket with a wink. “Trophy.”
I laugh, my mouth dry from all my moaning. Then I slide from off the counter, almost tumbling to the ground from the jelly in my knees.
“Whoa there, sweetheart. Can’t have my girl hurting herself before the big event.”
“Well, if it’s anything likethat,I might not even survive it.”
Hooking a finger under my chin, he tilts my face up and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply and sharing my intimate flavor as his tongue strokes against mine. “Oh, you’ll survive just fine. Barely,” he teases, pressing a final kiss to the tip of my nose before he steps away.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
“The office. It’s where I’m supposed to be right now actually, but I couldn’t resist.” The way his eyes travel all over me makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. “I’ll give you a minute to yourself.”
As he steps out the door, he pats the pocket where my panties are and gives me a devilish grin that has me turned on all over again. I spin around and look at my reflection in the mirror. I’m so flushed and grinning so hard that I have to give myself a pinch to make sure this is reality and not a dream, and even them, I’m still not convinced this is for real.
“Whatever you do,” I say to my reflection, “don’t wake up.
Kellen
“Your girl’s out on the floor now,” Vaughn says, bringing the till into the office and sliding it into the open safe before placing the sheet of paper with the final tally on it next to me.
“Yeah? How’s she seem?” I ask, lifting my head from the numbers I’m inputting.
He chuckles, folding his arms across his broad chest as he presses a hip against the side of the desk. “Flustered. I’d like to say Remy and I couldn’t hear the moanin’ from before, but it was kinda hard not to.”
“Then I’ll ask you to close your ears in future,” I say, smirking his way as he rolls his eyes.
“Sure, bro. I’ll get right on that.” He mimes shutting his hearing off before he shifts his weight to standing, then nods toward the doorway. “Why don’t you leave this to me? This girl is obviously important to you, so I don’t think you should keep her waiting.”
My brow lifts as I lean back in my chair and meet his gaze. “What’s happening here? I was expecting something along the lines of, ‘Slow down, Kell, you just met the girl.’ Where’s the skepticism I’m used to from you?”
