Page 4 of Wrong Place, Wright Time
“Fuck me, you taste good,” he moans, his tongue gliding through my seam before he centers his focus on my clit, licking and sucking and teasing my already intoxicated mind to such heights I might not be able to remember my name if asked.
His fingertips circle my entrance as his hot breath washes over my inner thigh. “You smell amazing too,” he rasps, dragging his teeth against my tender skin before he inserts his fingers and covers my clit with his mouth yet again.
“Keep going.”
“I have no intention of stopping,” he whispers, nipping lightly at my inner thigh before diving back in, sliding two long, thick fingers inside me as he sucks and swirls, working me into a frenzy.
My hands clench against the bedsheets, my back arching high as I moan and shudder, spiraling toward my imminent climax. “Oh god. Yes! Yes, Banks! Yes!Banks!”As my orgasm rips through me, my hips lift off the bed, my thighs closing around Banks’s face as I ride out the wave, fucking his face and fingers like it might be the last sexual experience I ever have. It’s too good and too much all at once, and when my body feels like it might burst into flames, I place my hand against his forehead and gasp, “Enough. Enough.”
“Mmm,” he moans, curling his arms around my thighs as his tongue rapidly flicks my bundle of nerves, sending me over the edge when I honestly thought I couldn’t take anymore.
I howl up at the ceiling like a wolf calling to its pack, and if it ends up that a bunch of wolves take to the streets of New York, then we’ll all know who’s to blame. Not that I could give a damn even if I wanted to. My brain is total mush and my body is nothing more than humming pleasure impulses as Banks does things to my body no one—not even myself—has done to me before. The man has a magic mouth and artist’s fingers, and if he turned around and told me I had to pay him after this, I’d probably just hand him my keycard and tell him he’s welcome to whatever he wants. Pleasure like this is absolutely priceless.
“On your knees.” Banks’s deep voice rumbles out a command that my liquified brain has no choice but to obey. He could tell me to do a handstand against the wall so he could fuck me upside down and I’d oblige. There’s literally nothing I wouldn’t do in this moment if it means feeling this good for as long as possible.
“Fuck me. Fuck me,” I beg, keening noises coming out of me as I sway on my knees, urging my hips back toward him. “Please. I want you inside me.”
“And you’ll get it,” he rasps, placing his big hand in the center of my back before he drags his fingers down my spine until he’s cupping my ass and humming as if that smooth pale skin is all he ever wanted. “I'm just trying to decide whether I’m going to survive this.”
“I’ll resuscitate you, if need be,” I say over my shoulder, flashing him a smile as he takes his cock in hand then circles it around my entrance.
“You might need to,” he hisses, pushing a little inside and stretching me around his girth.
I gasp out a moan, my entire body singing with the sweet torture of opening up for him. He’s bigger than I anticipated, but holy hell, it feels good.
“So. Tight.” Banks’s words sound like they’re being forced through gritted teeth. “So. Good.”
“Yes. Oh yes! Give it to me,please.”
Banks pulls his hips back and drives into me harder in response, his hand sliding up my back and grabbing the now messed-up curls as a way to lever himself in as deep as possible. I cry out as my head reefs back. Not from pain, but from absolute pleasure. With each measured thrust, I’m filled to depths I couldn’t have possibly fathomed before. Every nerve is alive, and even my nipples are tingling like they have an orgasm of their own to give up too. I’ve never been so…arousedand turned on before.
“Fuck me,” Banks growls, his thrusts getting faster and more erratic. “I can’t. I can’t…hold.Fuuuuck!”
With a final pivot, he buries himself all the way and pulses deep inside me, triggering my reciprocal release and a deep, long moan.
“Whoa,” I gasp as we both collapse onto our backs and stare up at the ceiling. “That was…” I can’t find the words.
“I know.” Banks swipes a hand down his face as his chest heaves for breath. “That was definitely whoa.”
“Something tells me we missed Darren’s show,” I say, catching sight of the neon red numbers on Banks’s bedside clock.
“I’ll make it up to him.” Banks turns to me and smiles. “And to you, well, it looks like we have a bit more time together.”
Sitting up, I slide my legs off the bed and take a deep inhale, swallowing past the dryness in my throat as I shake my head and try to find my panties on the floor. “I don’t think that’s such a great idea,” I say as I catch them up in my fingers and slide them past my feet.
“You’re leaving me?” He rolls to his side and lifts his brow like he can’t believe this is actually happening.
“Regrettably, yes,” I say, standing as I shimmy into my panties and pull my skirt back down. “As much fun as ‘getting to know you’ was, Mr. Banks. I kind of think it’d be in both of our best interests to end it right here.”
“Bothof our interests?” he repeats with a laugh. “And it’s just Banks. After I plowed you into my mattress only seconds ago, I think we’re way past formalities.”
“You have a bit of a dirty mouth, don’t you?” I say, grinning as I tuck my blouse in straight and run my fingers through my messy hair.
“Get back into bed and I’ll show you just how dirty I can be.” His grin is so inviting as he taps the mattress that I almost give in.Almost.But I’ve danced this dance enough times to know when a man is no good for me, and as it turns out, the greater the chemistry in the beginning, the bigger the crash in the end. I don’t know about the rest of the population, but for me, I’m just not willing to put my heart on the line again. I’d rather have my fun and walk away with my dignity still intact.
“As tempting as that offer is,” I say, sliding my feet back into my heels. “I’m standing by my initial decision.” I straighten up and place my hands on my hips as I let my gaze run over his long, toned body one last time. My insides clench and beg me to reconsider, but my brain and my heart know better. I hold out my hand. “Thank you for the drinks—plural. And for the good time, Banks. It was…memorable.”
He rakes his top teeth over his bottom lip, smiling like he can’t believe I’m actually walking away from a specimen as fine as him—and honestly, I’m struggling with the decision too. But I know what’s best for me, and that’s definitely not him. The very fact I fell into bed with him instead of meeting an obligation I had to show up to an outing with my brother and his new girlfriend means he’s got trouble written all over him. I could completely ruin myself over a man like Banks Johnson. So, the best thing for me to do is to get far, far away from here with one great memory to keep me company.
