“Lucky you, you’re about to find out.” He bent forward then, and I raised my face thinking he was coming in for my lips. Instead, he landed on my jaw, and, whoa. Somehow that was even more electrifying, the press of his open mouth against my skin, an almost kiss. A tease. A taunt.
I turned my head to chase after him, but he’d already moved on, lower, to my neck. Without thinking to do so, I tilted my chin up, giving him better access. Of course, as soon as I gave him that, he’d advanced again, peppering kisses down my décolletage before kissing along my breasts where they swelled above the dress.
He was fast, giving me no time to adjust to one sensation before giving me another, and yet it also felt achingly slow. I arched my back, a silent plea for him to discover more of me, all of me. My nipples ached with a need so urgent, I half wished he would tear the bust of my dress down so he could get to them. I didn’t even care that it wasn’t my dress that I’d be sacrificing nor that I didn’t have the five grand to pay Kendra back for its destruction.
Fortunately for my future self who very much wanted to keep her employment, Blue Eyes had other plans. Abruptly he shifted, and next thing I knew, he was on the ground in front of me. On his knees, his mouth in my lap kissing first above my navel before moving to the apex of my thighs.
Even with the layers of tulle, I felt his mouth there, pressed against my clit, and if I hadn’t been before, I certainly was wet now.
“You smell incredible,” he said, his voice rough, like my scent had a potent effect on him.
Holy hell, he was dirty.
And I was there for it. I pressed my knees apart, making space for him.
“Is that an invitation? Because I can’t go any further unless it is.”
Oh, he was good. “Don’t tell me you’re the kind of guy who makes a woman ask for it.”
His fingers circled around my ankles, and even so far away from where I wanted them, I felt the jolt on my pussy as though they were there instead. “You had been awfully concerned about consent earlier.” He trailed the tips of his fingers up the side of my calves, to the outside of my knees.
“I was concerned when it was Eden. Personally, I prefer a little less give and a little more take.”
That was all the permission he needed. With a firm yank, my ass was pulled to the edge of the bench, then my knees pushed together, which confused me until I realized his goal was the removal of my panties. I was at once grateful that I’d worn my prettiest white lace and also regretful when he stashed them in his jacket pocket, and I realized I’d never see them again.
Worth the price, I decided when my knees were pressed open again, my dress pushed up, and I saw the expression on his face.
Devastated. That’s how he looked. Completely devastated, in all the good ways.
Now he knew how I felt.
Reverently, he stroked the tip of his finger down my seam. “This is a pretty pussy.”
My skin felt hot everywhere. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. I couldn’t decide if I was mortified or just really fucking turned on. I decided to lean into the latter. “Yeah?” I asked, wanting to hear it again.
“Oh, yeah.”
I wanted him to say more, but then he leaned forward and traced his tongue along the same path his finger had made, and suddenly there was only one thing I wanted his mouth to be doing, and it wasn’t talking.
“Taste as good as you smell,” he said when he’d reached my opening.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” So much for not wanting to give. I was practically begging.
He chuckled, but went back to task, the vibration and his beard rubbing my pussy in just the right way.
I let out a whimper as he parted my folds and zeroed the tip of his tongue in on the buzzing nerve bundle. Only a handful of licks in, and I was already seeing stars. Magic. He was magic, and I was unraveling faster than a spool of thread in the possession of a kitten. My thighs shook, my pussy clenched, my clit was on fire. Had oral sex always felt so good? It couldn’t have. I would certainly have remembered it, would have encouraged Alejandro to perform it more often instead of only the four or five times he did during our two-year relationship. There was something else at work. The amount of alcohol I’d had, perhaps. Or the length of time since I’d last been laid.
“That’s why,” I said, deciding the latter was definitely the reason.
Magic man between my thighs lifted his mouth but replaced the pressure on my clit with his chin. “Why what?”
Oh, wow. The scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin was as mind-blowing as everything else he’d done. I stretched my hands above my head, giving into the pleasure. “Why it feels so good. Because it’s been so long.”
“So long since...what?”
I couldn’t even mind that he was chatty, not when he was still doing magic. “Since I got laid.”
“Has it been a while?”
“Too long. And so this feels super amazing.”
And now his finger was helping out, circling around the rim of my opening, teasing it with entry. I bucked my hips, urging more. Urging him inside.
His mouth returned to my clit, this time instead of a stroke of his tongue, he sucked and, damn, I was instantly close to coming. “That’s why it feels good,” he said with a not-so subtle hint of sarcasm. “No other reason.”
Who was I fooling? Certainly not him, and even intoxicated I knew that I was only barely fooling myself. That last little thread of self-deceit vanished with the next little trick of his mouth, some sort of lick, flick, and suck combination that took me to the edge.
The edge where he left me when he sat back on his knees. “Because it’s been so long.”
“Okay, okay, you’re good!” I was desperate to get him back, to finish me off, and I would have said anything, including, apparently, the truth.
“Good?”
“Really, really good.” The words were far from adequate, but he had mercy on me and picked up right where he’d left off, pushing me off the ledge into an epic spiral of a climax. I cried out at the release, my body seizing as the pleasure rippled over me, leaving me panting and boneless and euphoric all at once.
Blue Eyes, I learned then, was not only a magic man, but a cruel one. Because he wasn’t finished with me. His tongue and mouth worked with even more fervor, and his fingers were no longer shy, plowing into me two, three at a time with delicious assault.
There was no more talking, though. My ability to speak had been taken away. Everything that tumbled from my lips after that was nonsensical single syllables and pure sound.
And while thoughts of Eden were far from my mind as well as any desire to make this encounter more than what it was, what it had to be—a one-night stand—a fleeting curiosity swirled through the chaos of pleasure: if Blue Eyes finger-banged girls he didn’t like and went down this spectacularly on those he did, just how well would he treat a girl he loved?
Four
I woke up to the sound of a jackhammer.
I sat up, startled, and immediately regretted it when my stomach lurched from the movement. Thank God the room was mostly dark. Even the small slit of light coming from behind the blackout curtains was enough to make my eyes hurt. My head, too. Though most of that pain seemed to be associated with the terrible hammering.