Page 54 of Fourth Wheel
“Good girl,” I murmur, just to see if I can get a reaction out of her.
She turns back to me and beams.
“Is it okay if I use the ones I brought?” I ask, weaving a hand through her hair as she kneels near the side of her bed to kiss me.
She laughs. “Really, Dem?”
“Yes, really. What’s so funny?”
“You are.”
“What? Why?”“I don’t know,” she says, exasperated. “You’re just… different. Most guys my age act like wearing a condom is a literal death sentence. I had three guys tell me they were allergic to latex during my freshman year of college. Three! It’s like they all got together on Reddit and brainstormed ideas to get away with raw dogging a one-night stand.”
Fury rises inside me at the thought of some asshole trying to take advantage of her like that.
“What did you tell them?” I demand.She raises one eyebrow before answering. “I told them to get lost, obviously.”
“Good girl,” I murmur again before dipping my head to kiss up and down the column of her neck.
“You seem to like saying that to me.”
“Because Iknowyou like hearing it,” I retort, running my free hand along her inner thigh until I reach the hem of her cut-off jeans.
“Can I take these off?” I ask, my breath hitching as my fingers brush against her delicate skin.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She smirks up at me, pops the button on her shorts, and shimmies out of them in one seamless motion. When she reaches for her shirt, I shoot out my hand and stop her.
“Leave that on,” I growl, laying her back on the bed, then shifting to kneel between her legs. “Do you know how hot you look wearing my clothes?”
I kiss her exposed stomach, then run my tongue down, down, down until I’m dipping below her belly button.
“Dem…” She squirms beneath me, so I pin both of her legs to the mattress.
“You gonna open these gorgeous legs for me, baby girl?” I ask as I run my lips along the lace of her thong.
“Yes,” she replies on a sigh.
She parts her legs, then I yank them open farther, revealing the thin strip of fabric covering her pussy. My dick twitches in excitement, but I ignore it so I can focus on the gorgeousness laid out in front of me.
I bow low and nuzzle against the crease of her thigh, then inhale deeply as I trace the line where her panties meet her skin. She smells like coconut oil and sunshine. I sniff her again, right along her sweet heat, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as the intoxicating scent of her essence floods my brain.
“Dempsey!” She squirms again, contorting her body and pressing her parted thighs against my hands.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, immediately loosening my grip.
“Did you really justsmellme? Downthere?”
Oh-ho-ho.That’sthe supposed problem? No fucking way.
“I did. And I’m going to do it again”—I dip into the apex of her thighs for emphasis—“and again, and again, and again until I’ve committed your scent to memory. You smell fucking delicious, Maddie. So good, in fact, I think I need a taste.”
I look up to gauge her reaction as I pull her panties off and toss them to the side. Her lips part, and her pupils are totally blown out. She holds my gaze as I lower my head.
I sniff her again and groan to prove my point, then I lick from her opening to up and over her clit. She whimpers, so I do it again.
She tastes fucking incredible. I graze up her thighs and use both hands to part her pussy lips, exposing her further. Glancing up to make sure she’s still watching, I seal my mouth around her clit and suck.
She bucks slightly, but I keep her legs locked in place. I zigzag my tongue down her center, then push just the tip into her opening.
