As if he knows just how badly I want it, Carter takes his time. He runs his hands along my legs, his fingers tickling my inner thighs. He kisses my shins. Behind one knee, then the other. His lips are soft against my fiery skin. Damp. His gaze is hooded, his eyes dark, the look on his face a mixture of arrogance, assuredness and total awe.
Three great A words, I suppose.
He barely brushes his fingers between my legs, and a shuddery breath escapes me. I can’t stop watching him, waiting in breathless anticipation for what he’s going to do next, and when he stretches out between my spread legs on his stomach, sprawled upon the mattress, I know exactly what he’s going to do.
And I can’t wait.
“Want to make a deal?” He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine.
I’m literally panting, I’m so turned on. What the hell did he just say? Oh God, I think he just breathed on my pussy. I could probably come like this. Just from a few exhalations. And did he just ask me a question? “Wh-what d-did you say?”
“Do you want.” He reaches out, tracing a single finger over the lace, pushing it against my sensitive pink skin. “To make.” He then slips that finger beneath the lace, lightly circling. “A deal?”
“What sort of deal?” I’m confused. I don’t know what he’s talking about. Oh, and I never want him to stop touching me.
“I’ll give you what you want. But you’ll have to give me what I want too. And my request is—unusual.”
My mind is racing, immediately full of all kinds of dirty thoughts. I’ve been rather experimental in my sexual encounters, especially when I was younger. Late teens/early twenties Stella was pretty game for anything. Want to try anal? Sure! Tie me up? Why not! Have a threesome?
Okay, that last one I didn’t do. I was asked once, but it fell through because the other woman freaked out.
Probably best, because I was freaking out a little too.
“Whatever you want, I’ll give you,” I say immediately. I am that desperate to feel his mouth on my clit. He knows just what to do with it too.
His brows shoot up. “Damn, woman. You didn’t even try to negotiate. I’m disappointed in you.”
A hissing breath escapes me. “Seriously, Carter. Whatever you want, I’m up for it. Just…please.”
“Please what?”
“Oh my God, you’re being so annoying right now.” The sexual frustration is pulsing through me in a heavy rhythm, making me almost angry. And now I’m taking it out on the man who’s about to put his mouth on the spot where I want it really, really…
Bad.
He laughs, the bastard. “Fine. Are you ready to hear what I want?”
“Yesssss.” I thrash my head about on the pillow like I’m deranged. Which I am. I’m deranged with need.
This is what he does to me.
“Okay. Here I go.” He takes a deep breath.
Twenty-Four
Carter
“I want…” My voice drifts and Stella seriously looks ready to strangle me right now, propped up on her elbows and staring me down. It’s kind of funny.
It’s also taking everything I’ve got to not just attack her with my mouth, but I’m drawing this out on purpose.
Having a little fun.
It’s so easy, having fun with Stella. Who knew sex could be…funny? I always took it so damn seriously.
“Carter.” She says my name from between clenched teeth.
“For dinner…”
She’s frowning. Blinking at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“A barbecue chicken pizza,” I finish with a giant grin.
“Oh my fucking God, are you for real right now?” She collapses on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with her quickening breaths. Her nipples are hard, poking against the thin lace of the obscenely beautiful lingerie she’s wearing, and fuck me, she’s hot.
“I am one hundred percent for real,” I say with all the seriousness I can muster. “Let me order that pizza and then I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
She starts laughing, her chest shaking, and when she finally lifts her head, she’s glaring at me. “I hate you.”
I slip my fingers beneath the lace and trace her slit, making her jolt. “No, you really don’t.”
“I hate barbecue chicken pizza.”
“Have you ever eaten it before?”
“No! Of course not!”
“Then how do you know?”
“You’re infuriating.” She actually growls, and I’m tempted to laugh, but that might piss her off more. “Why are we having this conversation right now?”
“Let me place our order and then we can get right to it, my sexual unicorn.” I’ve been calling her that for the last week, and most of the time, I think she likes it.
Right now? Not so much.
We wait each other out, as if we’re having some sort of standoff, and finally she sighs long and loud, sounding incredibly put out. “Do you want me to place the order?”
She has the local pizza place’s app on her phone too. “Sure. But you have to prove to me that you’re ordering what I want.”
Stretching toward the bedside table, she grabs her phone and starts tapping away. I decide to play with fire, dropping light kisses on her inner thighs, smiling when I feel them shake. Her skin is so soft. I can smell her arousal, feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and my mouth is watering in anticipation of tasting her.
“Here you go.” She holds her phone screen out and I squint, seeing a large barbecue chicken pizza listed, along with the big red button beneath it that says in bold caps, place your order now. “That work for you?”
“It sure has hell does,” I say with a smug smile, reaching out to hit the button myself. “Plus you owe me fifty bucks.”
“Again, just a reminder—I hate you, Carter.” She drops her phone back on the bedside table. “The pizza will be ready in thirty minutes. I recommend you spend the next twenty-eight going down on me.”
“Twenty-eight minutes?” I mean, I’m game. I can rise to the challenge, but my jaw and tongue might get tired.
“Two minutes to throw on some clothes and wipe your face before you get the pizza from the delivery guy.” She scoots down a little, practically shoving her pussy in my face. “Your time starts now.”
“Demanding little unicorn, aren’t you?” I blow a breath across her, making her squirm. “Twenty-eight minutes, huh?”
“You’re wasting time,” she sing songs.
“Better not do that then.” I dip my head, pressing my mouth on her lace-covered pussy. Her gaze stays with mine, her lips parting as she watches while I dart my tongue out and give it a lick. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“I like to watch,” she whispers. “Move the lace aside.”
Stella is a woman who asks for what she wants. Sometimes, she even demands it. Her confidence is the hottest thing ever.
I shove the lace aside, baring her completely, and I kiss the top of her mound. Lick it. Press my hands to the inside of her thighs and spread them wider, licking a path along the spot where her thigh connects to her torso. She’s restless beneath me, trying to angle herself closer to my face and finally, finally I give her what she wants, spreading her lips wide and licking her with my flattened tongue.