Page 60 of Better Not Pout
I fight the urge to let my eyes flutter closed, fighting not to give in to the feel of his tongue on my body, because I want to watch every moment of this. This man worshiping my body.
Wells squeezes the bottle again, releasing another stream of sticky, sweet caramel that drips slow-moving rivulets down my body. All over my tits, my stomach, down to my aching pussy.
“Keep your hands on the glass.” Wells’ rasped command is firm and so incredibly sexy that my pulse skitters wildly in my veins. “Understand?”
I nod, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth and capturing it between my teeth until I feel the smallest bite of pain, watching him slowly sink down to his knees at my feet. He leans forward, flattening his tongue just above the top of my pussy, swiping away a trail of caramel and using the tip to spread the remainder along my pussy lips.
Using his fingers, he spreads me open, dragging the caramel lower until it’s coating my clit, all the way to my entrance. The sensation causes my eyes to roll back in my head, my toes to curl along the frigid tile.
It’s strange, but also incredible. Who knew that caramel could feel so… erotic. My entire body feels damp, sticky. Achy. Suddenly, I feel a cool puff of air hit my clit, realizing that Wells is blowing on it.
A shiver rolls down my spine at the unexpected sensation. My hips squirm against the glass, and I desperately want to bring my fingers to his hair, to yank on the strands.
Wells chuckles against my wet flesh when he senses my frustration, the vibration making a jolt of arousal power through me, adding to the tautness pulling in my lower belly.
He’s barely touched me, and I feel like I could come, just like this, from the barest brush of his tongue, the cool air caressing my clit, the caramel dripping slowly down my body. The rough feel of his fingers digging into my hips, holding me against his mouth.
His tongue circles my clit, exploring my pussy in a slow perusal before he sucks it into his mouth, and I feel the press of his fingers at my entrance, teasing but never pressing forward.
“Wells, God,” I cry, urgency laced in each syllable. “Please.”
He pulls back slightly, staring up my body to meet my gaze with dark, hungry eyes. “Please, what, baby?”
God, he knows what. He’s… he’s driving me insane. I feel like I’m going out of my mind. On the cusp, but never quite close enough to fall over the edge.
“More. I need more,” I beg.
“I want to hear you ask for exactly what you want, Rosalie,” he murmurs against my pussy. When I don’t immediately respond, mostly because I can’t seem to gather more than a few syllables together at once, he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, then tugs it into his mouth, rolling it between his lips roughly.
My back bows from the case, nails pressing into the unyielding glass, as I cry out Wells’ name so loudly that I’m terrified the entire town has heard how much pleasure he’s currently bringing me.
I’m so close, yet so far, and the infuriating man with his mouth buried between my thighs has the audacity to laugh.
“If you want it,askfor it, Sugar.”
A ragged sigh slips past my lips. “I want you to make me come. With your mouth. Please.”
“So polite,” he rasps, that grin that I love so much curving his lips upward. “Since you asked so nicely…”
I suck in a sharp, trembling breath when he answers my pleas by eating me like a man possessed, sucking and rolling my clit between his lips, thrusting those long, thick fingers inside of me and curling, sending shock waves barreling through my entire body.
Every swipe of his tongue builds my climax higher and higher, almost to the point of feeling unbearable until the pleasure finally, blissfully crests, and I almost sob as my orgasm begins to wash over me.
Powerful and all-consuming, it pulls every muscle taut, causing me to roll my hips unabashedly against his mouth and chase the never-ending high.
Wells never stops, guiding me through the aftershocks, teasing my sensitive clit until it’s too much, and only then does he gently pull his fingers out of me and stand. His dark eyes, so full of heady lust, stay glued on me as he drags the back of his hand across his mouth. And then he brings the glistening fingers that were just buried in me to his mouth and slowly licks them clean.
He hums, his eyes dropping closed as if he’s savoring the taste. “Nothing in this entire fucking building tastes as sweet as your pretty little cunt does.”
I can hardly keep upright, my legs still trembling from my climax, but the sight of him doing something so erotic in combination with his filthy, delicious words has my clit pulsing wildly yet again.
My brain is still cloudy, and my limbs feel impossibly heavy when Wells stands, his tall frame towering over me before he effortlessly lifts me off my feet, my legs locking around his waist as a squeal spills from my lips.
“Wells!” I cry out, my grip on his neck tightening as he turns toward the back of the store. Every inch of my skin feels hot and sticky from the caramel and his tongue.
“I would lay you right here on the floor, but it’s cold as fuck, and there’s a perfectly good bed upstairs,” he murmurs, his lips tipped into my favorite grin.
Not only does he carry me through the store, but he also carries me all the way up the stairs and into my apartment without even breaking a sweat.
