Page 16 of Too Safe

“Locke,” I groan, tilting my hips to try and get him where I want him.

Below me, he smiles wickedly against my cunt, then places a featherlight kiss on my clit.

“Say it again,” he husks, meeting my gaze through long, dark lashes.

This guy. Acting like we have all the time in the fucking world when there’s a party raging on the opposite side of the door.

“Locke,” I scold. “Stop fucking around and lick it like a good boy. I want to come, then I need to see what you’re packing.”

That’s all it takes.

On the next breath, he spears me with his tongue. Then he does it again. And again. And again.

The steady tongue fucking continues, ratcheting my need even higher, until he runs the tip over my clit, then quickly nips at the coiled bundle of pleasure. Closing his lips around me, he sucks, providing the perfect force that ignites my nerves.

His mouth sends me higher and higher. I’m lost to the all-encompassing pleasure shooting down my spine.

He’s an expert at teasing, but he’s a fucking master of steady, consistent pressure where I need it.

“I’m close,” I whimper, grateful he’s holding my thighs open as my muscles tense in anticipation.

There’s nothing like that moment when the pleasure crests and the orgasm isright there. Excitement floods my veins as the telltale tingle starts in my toes. I revel in the joy—in the ecstasy and anticipation—in the buildup that’s almost as sweet as the actual release.

“I’m going to come,” I pant.

And like the good boy he is, he changes nothing about what he’s doing. Just peeks up at me and keeps the perfect tempo.

Electricity shoots through me as my core clenches in ecstasy. I can hear myself moaning, feel my body convulsing. But the world around me is fuzzy and soft, like the wispy edges of a fluffy cloud. I pulse rhythmically as I come, and Locke mercifully releases my clit to lap up my release.

If the sounds echoing in the dark room are anything to go by, I’m drenched because of that orgasm—fuck—and I swear to god fresh arousal surges through me as I watch him where he’s perched between my legs, slowly, languidly licking me from ass to clit.

“Fuck yeah.” I preen, throwing my arms over my head as he softly fucks me with his tongue.

I realize too late that the wall behind me isn’t a wall at all when I knock over a container and send its contents spilling all over the floor.

Locke freezes, then chuckles when he looks up and meets my horrified gaze.

“What the hell?”

“Decker’s nuts,” he grunts. He doesn’t wait for a response before spreading my folds open and going back in for more.

I grip his hair and pull him off my cunt.

“Decker’snuts?”

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

“Cap’s a health food freak,” he offers, hopping to his feet like a lithe jungle cat. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then grins wickedly and crowds my space.

I should be totally entranced, lust drunk and more than eager to return the favor. But I’m rattled by the mention of Crusade.

I peek around him and discover a mess of almonds scattered all over the counter and floor. Leaning forward, I glance behind me, noting for the first time the shelves filled with dry goods and food.

“Are we in a pantry?”

Locke hits me with another salacious grin, rubbing his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip. “This is where I keep all my best snacks.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I laugh, hopping off the counter and brushing a few stray almonds off my discarded pants before pulling them back up.

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